
A reporter ponders on how to repair a religious structure long thought of as good but supported by an evil undersideIn 1965, just shy of my junior year at the Jesuit high school of , with good potential as an offensive end, I had an epiphany in the muddy slog of August football practice: Why are you doing something you don’t like?Soon after, I quit, and was trailed by guilt for a dereliction of duty. Jesuit vaunted student achievements of all kinds. I played on the golf team and did some pieces for the school paper. Jesuit fostered a fraternal culture, molding friendships I carry to this day.