Just released is Lesley Pearse's latest book 'Trust Me' which is sure to stir up a hornets nest. Which one? 'You know', the one that is becoming 'all too' common the one behind those ever so carefully guarded cathedral doors, of the Church
As Lesley and I are seated for coffee and settle in for what promises to be engrossing conversation in the dining room of her Melbourne hotel, the Windsor. I can't help but be a little in awe of her presence. Perhaps because I discovered that 'Trust Me' is no ordinary book. It tells of a child's worst nightmare coming true and follows stories and events, which simply 'had' to be told to the public. In fact Lesley's interpretation of the trials and rare tribulations of those forgotten orphans, have been etched in my mind long since I turned that last page.......
Today, here we sit on a beautiful morning, the sun steaming through gold leaf, lined frosted glass, surrounded by opulence, as people near by chatter peacefully in the rich confines of this grand hotel. Boy must there have been times in Lesley's life where she didn't dare dream, let alone imagine touring around the globe to promote what will surely be another best selling book.
Life for Lesley growing up was grim to say the least, and following the death of her mother at the age of 3, she was then sent to an orphanage, but before long was reclaimed by a nasty stepmother. If this sounds like a bad fairy tale, it was. Even in her teens things didn't lighten up, as she was tormented by having to give up a baby boy for adoption.
There is little doubt Lesley is made of the tough stuff, but you would never know, that is, by her appearance anyway. This morning she looks very feminine in her lilac suit nicely teamed with a pewter colored rosette handbag and matching shoes. She is every bit a lady, a lady, who likes to move on.
These days for Lesley, her past seems like a lifetime ago, and being the positive soul, she is, has turned her hurt around and called on the pain of her past, to tell the world, about the heart wrenching real life scandal, that some thousands of children endured. These orphans were sent to Australia from Britain, as a result of over crowded orphanages and were then stripped of their dignity to suffer horrendous cruelty, deprivation and sexual abuse.
Lesley's eyes have seen much, yet there still, even now remains a softness, that is until the conversation diverts... to the atrocities forced on the orphans, it's then, that Lesley's eyes burn.
Lesley you invited several of the real orphans to share their experiences, in order to gain a true understanding of the where these events occurred; particularly the Sisters of Mercy and Bindoon Orphanages in Western Australia. How did those victims receive your book?
(Thick English accent) "They all think it's absolutely wonderful. One particular character in the book 'Bruce' (based on a real life character) actually saw a lot of the abused men through the court system to gain their compensation."
"He (Bruce) read the manuscript to Trust Meand could not believe how perfectly I had captured the characters. I got all the characteristics of sexually abused men; the inability to see anything from anyone else's point of view and becoming a workaholic and/or alcoholic."
"I spent time going out with two 'Bindooon' boys and they could never really over come 'it', all they know is survival. There were of course some that turned out okay, but not many, the ratio in my book is about 1 out of 3."
Are you religious?
"I was brought up as a Catholic and am a supposed believer in god but I find what they have done in the name of religion absolutely disgusting! I don't go to church anymore, I couldn't. (Looking around) God is in the parks, the gardens and the bush."
Tell us about your own experience in the orphanage. Was it as barbaric as places like Bindoon and Sacred Hearts/Sisters of Mercy in WA?
"Oh no, it was just sort of desolate. My father used to get to see me about once a month. One of the saddest memories I have is when he came to visit me, and all these little girls ran up to him. I couldn't get near him.
"If you were given anything, like a coloring book or toy it was snatched by someone else. You had nothing of your own, no identity, whatsoever."
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