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Archbishop Martin Krebs
Apostolic Nunciature

PO Box 22-004 Wellington 6441
178 Onslow Rd. Wellington 6035
NEW ZEALAND

FROM:

WalterG. Denton

665 W. Gabrilla Court
Casa Grande, AZ 85122
{925) 344-1515 (cell)
(520) 533-3493 (wk)

For many yea rs have carried a burden that has weighed on me for over 38 years. This tragic incident
that i had experienced has totally changed my direction in life where I wanted to be. I was raped by a
Catholic PRIEST whom I trusted and believed in. I worshiped the ground he walk on. He was my mentor,
my teacher. He was like a father to me, so I thought. He was the PRIEST I wanted to become but, he took
that all away from me.

My name is Walter G. Denton of Agat, Guam. At the young age of 8 years, I did something I have always
wanted to do and that was to be an Altar Boy for my church in Agat, Guam. I always attended church
services every Sunday morning with my parents. Watching the Alter Boys perform their duties during
church service motivated my desires to serve God and to become a priest. I attended Mount Carmel
Catholic School and also attended Confraternity of Christian Doctrine (CCD) Classes on the weekends to
learn more about God and his teachings. I may have been young but, I knew that was my calling. Going
to Church and attending CCD classes was a priority for me. Fast forward to Friday April 15, 1977 on or
about 5:30 pm. Father Anthony Apuron was to give the Friday evening service. I was on
the schedule to assist Father Anthony Apuron during Mass. After Mass, Father Tony asked me to stay at
the Friary on Saturday evening. I told Father Anthony I had to ask my Dad. My Dad told me I could.
When it came to the Church and my duties as an Altar Boy, my Dad never stood in the way. On or about
Saturday evening April 16, 1977, I went to the Friary where Father Anthony was waiting for me. I asked if
anyone else was spending the night and Father Anthony said no. I didn?t think anything of it but, in a
way I felt kind of weird being there by myself. I have never spent the night there alone in Friary with
Father Anthony let alone any other priest. It?s always been with the other Alter Boys.

We ate dinner and talked a little bit. After dinner I helped Father Anthony wash the dishes. After
cleaning up the dirty dishes I went into the living room and sat on the lazy boy chair and watched TV for
a little bit. I started to feet tired and sleepy. I pulled the handle of the lazy boy and got it to recline. As I
was laying on the lazy boy chair Father Anthony came into the living room and asked me ifl was ready to
go to sleep. I told yes and that was going to sleep on the lazy boy chair. He said no and he insisted I
sleep in the bedroom with him. I said okay Father. At the same time I did not feel comfortable but, I did
anyways. We went into the bedroom and I went straight to bed. I remember feeling so tired and the
next thing I was fast asleep.

Please forgive me for what I am about to write. It hurts so much just thinking about it. Whenever I talk
about it I start to break down and cry. It?s like it just happened yesterday.

Sometime late that evening or early morning, I woke up feeling something or someone on top of me
smothering me and I felt something going in my ass hole and it was hurting me. I was pinned down to
the bed on my stomach with my legs spread apart. I could not move. I could not move my arms or my
legs. I was pinned down. I felt something going into my ass and it hurt so much. I shouted out to Father
Anthony to stop. I kept shouting and I tried to move but, all I could feel was him on top of me thrusting
something into my ass. He told me it will be alright. He said he will take care of me and give me straight
A?s in Theology. It seemed like forever that Father Anthony stayed on top of me. I was crying out to him
asking him to please stop. I kept saying that it hurts and to please stop. I could hear him moaning and
him thrusting his penis in my ass. He finally stopped and he laid down on me like he was restingimmediately got off the bed. I was crying and breathing hard. I can feel my butt was all wet.
I asked him why he did that to me. I kept asking why. He said if I said anything to anyone, no will believe
me. I got my clothes and I went out to the living room and I stood by the front door. I opened the door
but, I had nowhere to go. It was so dark outside and I was so scared. I remember looking at the clock
and it was about 1 or 2 in the morning. It was Sunday morning and I remember I couldn?t wait for the
sun to come up. I wanted to go home so bad but I couldn?t. If I went home I know my DAD would figure
that something was wrong. I was afraid to go home. If my DAD knew what had happen to me, he would
have come down and Kill Father Tony. Nobody messed around with my DAD. So I stayed at the Friary. I
stayed in the living room. I could not go back to sleep. I was so afraid of Father Tony. I remember he
came out to the living room and he tried to talk to me. I don?t remember what he was saying to me. All I
know is that I wanted to leave. Finally, the sun came up and it was Sunday morning and it was time to go
to mass. I did not serve in the mass with Father Tony. I went walking around the school till church
ended and then I went home. I remember being distant from my family. I never went back to church as
an Altar Boy. I quit serving as an Altar Boy but, I still went to Church. I attended Mass every Sunday so
that my DAD wouldn?t know that something was wrong. He knew I wanted to be a Priest. I went to
Church during the times Father Anthony wasn?t giving Mass. If he gave the 7:00 am Mass, then I would
attend the 9:00 am Mass. It was hard to go back to school because Father Tony was my Theology
teacher. I sat in the back of the room and I never made contact with him again. He never called on
me for anything during class. He just left me alone. I felt so sick every time I went to class.

This ordeal was very hard to deal with. I did everything I could possibly do to keep my mind occupied
just to get through each day. I remember FatherJack Niland coming aboard and serving with Father
Tony Aparon. All this happened before Father Jack arrived. Fatherlack new I wanted to be a priest. 
seeked guidance from Father Jack and he was informing me of what I needed to do. That same yearthe
holidays was fast approaching. I remember finding out that what I went through with Father Tony
Aparon another friend of mind [former Alterboy} experienced the same ordeal I went through. I won?t
mention his name but his initials are R.S. I will refer to him as RS. Anyway} RS and I talked and he
explained to me what father Tony Aparon did to him. It was almost the same things Father Anthony
Apuron did to him that he did to me. I cried when he was telling me his story. It was the night before
Christmas when RS and I decided to attend the midnight mass and to tell Father lack Niland what had
happen to us. We told Fatherlack Niland that Father Anthony Apuron had raped us in the Friary. We
asked him why. The sad response we got from Father Jack Nila nd was "Well boys, Priest Hood is a very
LONELY life?. What he said is something I will never forget.

On Oct 20, 1982 I joined the U.S. Army and I spent 23 years 11 months serving my country. Over the
course of my career, this whole experience of getting raped by Father Tony Aparon weighed on me. it
bothered me all my life. There were many times when lam alone I would just break down and cry.
When I was stationed at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C., I needed to talk to
someone about my problem. I went to a Catholic church in Wheaton, MD it was located on Claridge
Road. I remember the name of the Catholic Church but not the Priest I talked to. I sat down and went to
confession with Father and told him of what had happen to me. Again I broke down and cried. Father
prayed for me and asked me to forgive him and the church for what had happen. It was hard to forgive. I
got up and left. For many years I carried this experience with me. I focused on my military drills and
moved on with my life. I promised myself that I will meet Father Anthony one day and I will confront
him. Years had passed and so fast forward to the years between 1999-2000. I was stationed at Fort
Lewis, Washington. I was assigned to the 47'? Combat Support Hospital. I lived in base housing on North
Fort Lewis. I had plan to do yard work so i needed a few pieces of equipment so I went to the Self Help
Store to pick-up a lawnmower and a rake. I met a Chamorro guy who worked there issuing equipment. I
told him I was Guam. We talked for a little bit and he mentioned to me that the Bishop of Guam
Anthony Apuron was coming to his mother?s house. He told me that they are all related. I can?t recall the
month. I know that is was still a little cold so it was around spring time. I was very surprised when he
told that. I asked him if I could come over to meet the Bishop and he said sure. At that moment I started
to feel mad and pissed off. I couldn't wait to meet the Bishop and confront him and tell him how he
ruined my life dreams of becoming a priest.

Finally that day came. I know it was an early Saturday morning when I got to the house. I went to the
back ofthe house and there were already a lot of people just standing around waiting. They had a
canopy set up with tables of food, drinks and deserts. As was waiting, I was invited into the house. The
living room of the house was all white. It was so beautiful and they had the statue on display and the
background was all white with white flowers. It was really nice. The Bishop finally arrives. He comes into
the house and he meets everyone. I remember him saying that he needed to wash up and he also
mentioned he had a medical condition and needed a clean sterile towel. I went outside with the rest of
the people who are there to meet the Bishop. The Bishop came out and said a prayer and started to
meet and talk to everyone. I waited and waited till he was free and I went up to him and I asked him
YOU REMEMBER He looked at me and said, I said NO..lt?s me Walter Denton. Now
do you remember me! His eyes got really big. He was in shock. Right at that moment, I told him that I
needed to speak to him now. Bishop Apuron said okay. We can go for a walk. It took only a couple of
minutes for the Bishop to make time for me.

Bishop Apuron and I left the house and we started to walk around the block. He started to ask me howl
was doing. And what have I been doing all these years? That?s when I got mad. I told him that he ruined
my life and my dreams. I said to him that you RAPED me and took something from me. I told him that I
would never forgive him for what he did to me. I broke down and cried. He started to cry as well but,
that didn?t mean shit to me. I was so angry and I asked him how many kids you have done this to. I
mentioned about RS how many have you hurt all these years? He said that he was sorry for what he did
to me. I continued to tell him that I wanted to be a priest like you and that I looked up to him as my
Father. He asked me again for forgiveness and I said no. This is something you cannot be forgiven for.
After walking for a while we started to head back to the house. Once we reached the house we went
inside and I told Bishop Apuron I was going to leave and head home to my children. Bishop Apuron told

me to hold on because he had something to give me. I saw him reached into his bag and handed me a
picture of himself, a CD and picture of Mother Mary. I looked him and I said ?Are you serious?" I left and
that was the last time I have ever saw him again.

In closing, I know that I am not the only one that this has happened to. There are other Agat boys who
have experienced the same thing that I have gone through. I only hope and pray.r that justice will be
served to the man who did this to me and other young innocent boys.

Sincerely,