The big coffee plantation owners of San Miguel were very close to him. They’d give him money for charity and invite him to their farms and he’d celebrate special Masses in their plantation homes or go at Christmastime and help then hand out little presents to the poor workers there. Everyone knew that. I was a little girl when a group of rich women friends of his – the Ladies of such- and-such a charity – dreamed up an idea and called on us schoolgirls to help them. “We’re going to fix up Father Romero’s room the way he deserves.” They bought a new bed and put in these elegant curtains – really fancy ones. They changed everything! They took advantage of the fact that he was away on a trip. And they got enthusiastic about it, because his little room at the parish house of the convent in Santa Domingo was pretty simple and shabby. When Father Romero got back he was furious. He tore down the curtains and gave them to the first person he saw passing by. He gave away his new bedspread, the sheets – everything went out! The he returned his cot and his old chair to their old places and put everything back in his room just the way it was before. “I may be their friend, but they’re not going to start manipulating me, no matter how much money they have!” The women really resented this. Nelly Rodriguez Lay person from the middle/upper class 1A Adapted from ‘Monsenor Romero: Memories in Mosaic’ – Maria López Vigil (Orbis Books, 2013)
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The big coffee plantation owners of San Miguel were very close to him. They’d
give him money for charity and invite him to their farms and he’d celebrate
special Masses in their plantation homes or go at Christmastime and help then
hand out little presents to the poor workers there. Everyone knew that.
I was a little girl when a group of rich women friends of his – the Ladies of such-
and-such a charity – dreamed up an idea and called on us schoolgirls to help
them. “We’re going to fix up Father Romero’s room the way he deserves.”
They bought a new bed and put in these elegant curtains – really fancy ones.
They changed everything! They took advantage of the fact that he was away on
a trip. And they got enthusiastic about it, because his little room at the parish
house of the convent in Santa Domingo was pretty simple and shabby.
When Father Romero got back he was furious. He tore down the curtains and
gave them to the first person he saw passing by. He gave away his new
bedspread, the sheets – everything went out! The he returned his cot and his old
chair to their old places and put everything back in his room just the way it was
before.
“I may be their friend, but they’re not going to start manipulating me, no matter
how much money they have!”
The women really resented this.
Nelly Rodriguez
Lay person from the
middle/upper class
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Adapted from ‘Monsenor Romero: Memories in Mosaic’ – Maria López Vigil (Orbis Books, 2013)
Details from Romero’s room in his tiny house on the grounds of
the cancer hospital. The house is across the road from the chapel
where he was assassinated.
He was pretty much a nobody to our community. What did we know about
Monseñor Romero back then? That he was an ally of the rich ladies and that he
went around blessing their parties and their mansions. He was always appearing
in the social pages of the newspapers, today with one family of the bourgeoisie,
tomorrow with another. In the photos he always looked so happy alongside
those hoity toity women. It was ridiculous the number of gatherings he went to
– constantly!
It was also known that he had to take trips to Guatemala for the Central
American bishops’ meetings. So rumours were going around in our communities
that he was making money by buying rosaries and scapularies in Guatemala in
order to bless them and sell them for a profit here. Since they were religious
goods, he could get them across the border without paying taxes with a special
permission given to him by his friends in the government. Who knows whether
he really did that, but that was the gossip. That was what people were saying.
Guillermina Diaz
Lay woman from working
class or rural community
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One of many murals in El Salvador of Monsignor Romero.
The first thing Oscar Romero, as the new Bishop of Santiago de Naris, did when
he arrived at those coffee and cotton lands at the end of 1974 was to summon
all of the priests in the diocese to a meeting at the plantation of a big coffee
producer from there, a rich man. We all had a delicious lunch and then the
plantation owner – who looked like he might have been a good friend of Romero
– left discreetly.
There were only 20 of us priests for the 500,000 souls in that diocese. That
afternoon Monseñor Romero asked us just one question “What expectations or
hopes do you have for me as bishop?”
“Well, what I expect”, one priest began, “is to know what kind of stipend you’re
going to set for baptisms and how much we should charge for weddings….”
The priest got into figuring out the numbers and Monseñor wrote something
down in his notebook.
“I hope,” another said, “that you won’t be calling us in for so many meetings.”
“And if you do call us in for meetings, that they won’t be very long ones.”
The bishop didn’t say much. He just looked at them. Another one wanted
permission for something or other and another one wanted a dispensation for
who knows what. Finally, it was just us Passionists that hadn’t said anything.
Pedro elbowed me.
“Say something!”
Romero knew perfectly well who I was and the kind of things we were working
on.
“Well, for us, Monseñor, what we want is for you to let us make mistakes.”
“What do you mean?” He looked at me, puzzled.
“Also, if we make mistakes, we hope you would try to dialogue with us, not give
us orders.”
He stared at me, even more puzzled.
“We are missionaries, Monseñor, and you know that in this kind of work, you
always have to be inventing new ways to do things, making commitments today
and figuring out how to follow through on them tomorrow. But you have to
break a few eggs to make an omelette. Don’t you agree?”
He looked at me in complete silence. By the expression on his face, I figured out
he was not happy with what I’d said, so I didn’t go on.
When we got back to Los Naranjos, I said to Pedro, “We’re going to have
problems and we’re going to have them soon.”
Rev Juan Macho
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The day of Romero’s installation as Archbishop. Fr Rutilio Grande SJ.
(far right), his great friend, was compere for the event.
Rutilio Grande García, SJ., was a Jesuit priest in El Salvador. He was
assassinated in 1977, along with two other Salvadorans. He was the first priest
assassinated before the civil war started and a close friend of Archbishop Oscar
Romero.
After the death of his friend Fr Rutilio Grande, Monseñor Romero sat down next
to me to talk about the funeral, for which I was responsible. At about three in
the morning, the people came to do the so-called autopsy on Rutilio and the
murdered campesinos. They weren’t able to remove even a single bullet because
the instruments they had were so poor. So they deduced by the way the bullets
had impacted the body that the weapons used had been the same calibre of
weapon that the security forces use. But that’s as far as the investigation went.
Romero and I were talking about this when I saw him put his hand into the
pocket of his cassock and take out a few wrinkled bills and give them to me.
“Father Jerez, this is to help with all the expenses you are going to have….”
“But Monseñor, really it’s not….”
“Yes Father these things cost money and this way you don’t have to pinch so
many pennies…”
“But Monseñor…”
Finally, I accepted. Romero had never trusted the Jesuits but he had appreciated
Rutilio. We continued talking about other things.
I have thought about that gesture a lot. Monseñor Romero wasn’t the kind of
person who carried a chequebook. He didn’t have one then, or ever. It wasn’t his
style. He was more homebred, more familiar. That night, it seemed more like
when there is a death in the family and an uncle arrives and comes up to you
because you’re the head of the family and he gives you a little money as if to
say, “He’s my loved one too. I want to do my part.”
Rev Cesar Jerez SJ.
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Romero visiting young people’s retreat.
Rutilio Grande García, S.J., was a Jesuit priest in El Salvador. He was
assassinated in 1977, along with two other Salvadorans. He was the first priest
assassinated before the civil war started and a close friend of Archbishop Oscar
Romero.
What should be done in response to Rutilio’s death?
In the heat of the debate the idea of a single Mass came up as the centre of the
controversy, a special mass. Because even though it was Sunday, no priest
would say Mass in any other church or chapel or anywhere in the archdiocese.
Instead they would all go and participate together in one single Mass in the
Cathedral.
“And do you really think it would do any good?” Monseñor Romero was full of
doubts.
He wanted to be convinced, to hear all of the arguments, to arrive at a truly
collective decision. There were huge assemblies lasting eight or more hours, with
people present from both the left and the right.
“The government is going to interpret this Mass as a provocation!”
“It will be a provocation. An open-air Mass with a crowd of people in the streets
during this stage of siege… We can’t guarantee that there won’t be shots fired
and this won’t end up a slaughter!”
“But the people in the communities are already in favour of holding a single
Mass!”
Monseñor Romero was full of reservations. He finally came out with what
appeared to be his biggest concern.
“And in this situation, wouldn’t we be giving greater glory to God by having
many Masses in different places than a single Mass in a single place?
The pros and the cons were argued out again. After a while, I asked to speak.
“You know I think that all of us here think that a Mass is an act of infinite value.
So, does it make any sense to be worried about saying a bunch of Masses? Are
we trying to add up the infinites? One is enough. I think that Monseñor Romero
is absolutely right that we should be concerned about the glory of God, but if I
remember right, the bishop and martyr Saint Irenaeus once said, “Gloria Dei
vivens homo”- The glory of God is that man should live”.
I think that the argument finally convinced him. In the end with the approval of
the great majority of those gathered, it was decided that on Sunday, 20 March,
there would be only one Mass, a single Mass in the whole archdiocese of San
Salvador.
Rev Cesar Jerez SJ.
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Celebrating mass after the death of Fr Rutilio Grande SJ. (Fr Rutilio is
pictured in the mural behind Romero).
I didn’t like him. He was an insignificant being, a shadow that went by clinging
to the walls. I don’t know why, but when he arrived in San Salvador, Father
Romero decided to stay in the San José de la Montaña Seminary. I was part of a
Jesuit community that lived there. But he never ate any of his meals with us. He
would go down to the dining room at different times so that he wouldn’t run into
us. It was clear he was avoiding us and that he’d arrived at the seminary laden
with prejudices.
We never saw him attend anything that resembled a pastoral activity. He didn’t
have a parish. And he didn’t go to clergy meetings. If he did go, he would hide
in some corner and never open his mouth. He was afraid of confronting the more
active priests that were being radicalised by everything that was happening in
the country – and there was a lot happening! But he preferred to stay in his
office buried in his papers. Or to walk down the halls dressed in his black
cassock praying the breviary.
Soon after he arrived in San Salvador, we had a Pastoral Week that was a real
shaker-upper! Everything went into high gear and got more radical. Plans,
meetings, new communities being formed – a thousand things were getting
underway! He stayed at the margins of all of that. Later he started to take sides,
but against us. People were talking about his psychological problems back then.
They said he took trips to Mexico to recover. It was also said that he was close
to some of the Opus Dei priests here in San Salvador. He had his world, and it
was not like ours. He started off on the wrong foot from the very beginning.
Rev Salvador Carranza SJ
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As a young priest, celebrating mass with a rural community.
He never reported news in his homilies unless he knew for certain that it was
true. Everything was well confirmed. He was the kind of person who wanted
reliable evidence, and he would always search for the precise facts before
denouncing anything or coming out with any kind of statement. But Monseñor
Romero measured some things with different yardsticks.
A priest, a seminarian, a nun, or someone with status in the church might
approach him and say: “Monseñor, in Aguilares five people from the same family
have been captured. They’ve disappeared, and we think they’ve been taken to…”
“Do you know for sure this happened?” he would ask. “Did you see it? Were you
there?”
And if they said, no, that so-and-so had told them …
“You’d better pass on all the information you have to Legal Aid, so they can go
and confirm it.”
But if a little old lady showed up at his place crying…
“Monseñor, they killed my daughter. They took her in the middle of the night,
and they dumped her in the woods, all cut up with a machete. They accused her
being a communist...”
Immediately he would take down the name, the place, and the relevant facts,
and he would denounce the case. The woman’s tears were enough for him, and
they were more than reliable evidence. He didn’t allow himself to be swayed by
rumours, but when he saw people grieving, he didn’t doubt them, and he would
take their side.
Juan Bosco Palacios
Monseñor Romero’s driver
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