The Diocese of Brooklyn has announced that seven Catholic academies across Brooklyn and Queens will close this June — including Sacred Heart Catholic Academy, St. Bartholomew Catholic Academy, St. Nicholas of Tolentine Catholic Academy, Incarnation Catholic Academy, St. Thomas the Apostle Catholic Academy, St. Elizabeth Catholic Academy, and Our Lady of Trust Catholic Academy.
The reasons offered are familiar: declining enrollment, rising costs, persistent deficits. And layered into the broader financial strain facing dioceses across New York are the lasting costs of clergy sex-abuse settlements — necessary compensation for victims of horrific wrongs, but obligations that have reshaped Church budgets and priorities for years.
All of that is real.
But so is this: Catholic education changed my life.
I am a product of Catholic schools. I can still see the crucifix over the chalkboard. I remember the discipline, the structure, the expectation that you would look someone in the eye, shake a hand firmly, tell the truth. I learned that faith was not something you performed on Sunday — it was something you practiced in how you treated people.
Catholic education gave me order when the world felt uncertain. It gave me moral vocabulary. It gave me teachers who saw potential in a kid who might not have seen it in himself. It gave me a belief that character mattered more than applause.
That formation shaped the man I became.
Which is why this next part is hard — and necessary.
I am angry.
I am angry at the leaders who looked the other way. Angry at the bishops and administrators who reassigned priests instead of removing them. Angry that pedophiles were protected while children were not. Angry that institutional reputation was treated as more sacred than the safety of the vulnerable.
Those decisions were not abstract. They were not “mistakes.” They were moral failures.
The sex-abuse crisis did not just create financial settlements; it shattered trust. And trust is the lifeblood of Catholic education. When leaders conceal evil, the damage ripples outward for generations — into parish pews, into classrooms, into enrollment numbers, into the credibility of every good priest and teacher who served honorably.
Survivors deserved justice. Transparency was overdue. Accountability was non-negotiable. The settlements that followed were moral obligations.
But it is also true that innocent communities — children in classrooms today — now bear the downstream consequences of leadership failures decades ago. Schools close. Parishes consolidate. The mission contracts.
And still, I cannot ignore what those schools gave me.
They gave me discipline without cruelty. Faith without sentimentality. Community without pretense. They gave me a compass.
That is why this moment feels complicated. Gratitude and anger can coexist. Love for Catholic education can exist alongside righteous outrage at those who betrayed it.
In June, there will be final Masses. Teachers boxing up memories. Parents explaining why next year will be somewhere else.
And somewhere in those hallways are children being shaped in ways they do not yet understand.
I know this because I was one of them.
Catholic education formed me.
And those who betrayed it should never be forgotten — nor forgiven lightly — for the damage they did to the very souls they were entrusted to protect.

