The Bankrupt Catholicism of JD Vance
Through a lifetime of reinvention, the vice presidential nominee came to
embrace the meanest and most historically destructive aspects of his chosen
faith.
JD Vance arrives to speak at the Dayton International Airport in Vandalia,
Ohio.
Drew Angerer/Getty Images
JD Vance arrives to speak at the Dayton International Airport in Vandalia,
Ohio.

Of many weird things that JD Vance said during the vice presidential
debate, the weirdest came after Tim Walz revealed that his son had
witnessed a shooting at a rec center.

�Christ, have mercy,� the newly Catholic Vance responded.

It was something that Catholic priests say during Mass, in their position
as a proxy for Jesus. Everyone then repeats. Here was Vance,
misappropriating a core element of Catholic ritual either to establish
spiritual authority over Walz or to dodge the reality of his party�s
acceptance of slayings�Trump�s running mate, you may recall, called such
shootings a �fact of life� that is curiously only prevalent in the United
States. Or perhaps he meant to do both.

�Peace be with you,� is what Catholics say to one another at Mass, a
sentiment taken from Saint Francis of Assisi, who like Vance was a
soldier�albeit one who actually fought (Vance was a Marine Corps
journalist). Francis, after being brutalized as a prisoner, used the word
peace as a radical rejection of the violence of battles fought for glory
among medieval warlords, and also of the kind of indiscriminate slaughter
Walz�s son witnessed. And yet these words, from Vance, would have been
stranger still�not only because they were uttered at a debate, and not
church, but because the kind of peace that Francis meant is something JD
Vance doesn�t seem to value very highly.

Much has been said about the fact of Vance�s conversion to Catholicism, but
less about its, well, weirdness�the way that he is, by his own account,
drawn to the angry, dogmatic, and often violent stuff that the rest of us
longtime and hereditary practicing Catholics had to learn to overlook, or
flee outright: For every one convert, six people have left the Church of
Rome.

JD Vance joined up on an August morning in 2019.

Here was a man of twists and turns who�d already changed his name five
times. Born James Donald Bowman, he changed his middle name to David when
his parents divorced, and later took the surname of a stepfather, becoming
James Donald Hamel. When he enlisted in the Marines, he started going by
J.D. Hamel, and in 2013 he changed his last name to Vance in honor of his
grandmother. When he became a senator, he dropped the periods, going as JD.
He ran through selves pretty fast, journeying from the Rust Belt to Yale
Law by way of plundered Baghdad. This, however, was his greatest twist of
all.

Here, in the presence of the unmoved mover, maker of heaven and earth, all
that is seen and unseen, Vance was joining a faith whose finest poets
include Gerard Manley Hopkins, who wrote, �The world is charged with the
grandeur of God,� and the aforementioned Francis who assures us, still,
that �all the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single
candle.� These are words that didn�t come close to Vance�s mind that
morning.

Instead he heard the voice of his grandmother echoing from his earliest
years, way down beneath his pile of selves. What she said to him, as he
seemingly fretted right down to the wire, was: �Better shit or get off the
pot.�

All faith contains mystery, but this is something else.

In a 6,000-word essay titled �How I Joined the Resistance,� published in
The Lamp in 2020, Vance offers conversion as a radical act, and describes
the path that led him there.

He was raised on Protestant televangelists before joining the Marine Corps
after 9/11. In his own words, he was �a young idealist committed to
spreading democracy and liberalism to the backward nations of the world.�
He returned �skeptical of the war� and embraced Hitchensian atheism, then
found his way to the high altar of secular striving, Yale Law School, where
he experienced a personal crisis, a psychic split between his past and his
present: �I had immersed myself in the logic of the meritocracy and found
it deeply unsatisfying. And I began to wonder: were all these worldly
markers of success actually making me a better person? I had traded virtue
for achievement and found the latter wanting.�

Enter Peter Thiel, who made his fortune in semi-illegal banking
transactions (PayPal) and surveillance capitalism (Facebook) before turning
(why not?) to Christian moralism. Thiel (�possibly the smartest person I�d
ever met�) explains to young JD that his unhappiness is natural, because
the Ivy League doesn�t really create people. According to Thiel�s self-
adopted mentor, the French Catholic philosopher Ren� Girard, it is all
�mimetic rivalry,� status-driven emulation all the way down. In other
words, Vance isn�t barren and broken; everyone else is.

Thus consoled, he begins reading City of God, published just after the sack
of Rome in 410 C.E., by Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis, a.k.a. Saint
Augustine. �The words of Saint Augustine,� he writes, �echoed from a
millennium and a half earlier articulating a truth I had felt for a long
time but hadn�t spoken ��

It�s a laundry list of human suckiness:

This is our concern, that every man be able to increase his wealth so
as to supply his daily prodigalities, and so that the powerful may subject
the weak for their own purposes. Let the poor court the rich for a living,
and that under their protection they may enjoy a sluggish tranquillity; and
let the rich abuse the poor as their dependants.

Just when it might lead Vance toward compassion, the passage shifts to its
real targets, people who seem like they�d be fun to know:

Let there be everywhere heard the rustling of dancers, the loud,
immodest laughter of the theatre, let a succession of the most cruel and
the most voluptuous pleasures maintain a perpetual excitement.

This will not be a class war but cultural conflict; sure as what ails Vance
is cultural alienation, as he writes in his Lamp essay, �for an upwardly
mobile poor kid from a rough family, atheism leads to an undeniable
familial and cultural rupture. To be an atheist is to be no longer of the
community that made you who you were.�

The man of many names knows pains so great that where a better mind would
sense something fishy in Augustine�s shift from power to culture, he goes
weak-kneed:

�It was,� he writes, �the best criticism of our modern age I�d ever read.�

Vance is on his way toward becoming Catholic under yet another new name,
that of his chosen patron saint, Augustine. This is his saddest shape-shift
yet because the passage that means so much to him�which he references in
almost every interview about his new faith�is written in extreme bad faith,
a slick con echoing across the millennia.

On an August morning in 410, Alaric the Visigoth sacked Rome, looting,
raping, desecrating the tomb of Augustus, ending a world, and opening a
psychic wound.

People blamed the empire�s new faith, Christianity. They did this for a
number of reasons, including that Rome�s sackers were, well, Christians,
freshly converted Teutonic barbarians who had only recently believed in
giants and dragons. Knowing this, Augustine responds by � blaming the
pagans entirely. It�s an early instance of Trumpian projection politics,
which, hilariously, betrays Augustine�s own very imperial Romanness. He
simply cannot part with the idea that God shows favor with earthly power,
setting up a generally catastrophic project for his later followers on the
Catholic right, to which Vance now belongs. In the twentieth century such
horrors include the fascism of Franco�s Phalange and Salazar�s Estado Novo,
whose greatest cultural output is Paula Rego�s paintings of women suffering
from back-alley abortions, horrors bound to be happening, as you read this,
in post-Roe America.

Add to this, now, the ghastliness of Vance himself, taunting refugees with
hate speech vile beyond anything on Augustine�s vice list, slandering
Haitian migrants as the eaters of their neighbors� pets, and even, during
the debate, blaming them for soaring housing prices. Look at these beasts,
sacking the temple of the American home.

This, bizarrely, is what he�s come for: Catholicism as a worldly faith
�that could speak against rising rates of divorce and addiction, not as
sanitized conclusions about their negative social externalities��or as we
might call it, compassion��but with moral outrage.�

Why? He finds it grounding, a trip back to his Appalachian roots: �It was
my Mamaw�s Christianity,� he writes. �And the name it gave for the
behaviors I had seen destroy lives and communities was �sin.�� He thinks
he�s found a way to change while staying the same, forgetting the words of
the Red Queen to Alice in Wonderland: �In my kingdom you have to run as
fast as you can just to stay in the same place.�

On 10/3/2024 4:08 PM, Henry Bodkin wrote:
> The Bankrupt Catholicism of JD Vance
> Through a lifetime of reinvention, the vice presidential nominee came to
> embrace the meanest and most historically destructive aspects of his chosen
> faith.
> JD Vance arrives to speak at the Dayton International Airport in Vandalia,
> Ohio.
> Drew Angerer/Getty Images
> JD Vance arrives to speak at the Dayton International Airport in Vandalia,
> Ohio.
>
> Of many weird things that JD Vance said during the vice presidential
> debate, the weirdest came after Tim Walz revealed that his son had
> witnessed a shooting at a rec center.
>
> “Christ, have mercy,” the newly Catholic Vance responded.

Among Catholics, Vance is somewhat unique in that he actually takes
Catholicism seriously; most don't.

Dawn

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A 26-year-old Minneapolis man has been charged with criminal vehicular homicide in the death of a priest who was struck while riding his bicycle last October in Rosemount.

An arrest warrant for Trejean Derrell Curry was just issued on March 17, 2022, and he made his first court appearance Wednesday, with bail set at $200,000 without conditions. His next court date is April 14 in Hastings.

73-year-old Rev. Dennis Keith Dempsey, of Apple Valley, died shortly after being struck while riding a bicycle on the shoulder of County Road 42 in Rosemount around 3:20 p.m. Oct. 25, 2021.

Rosemount police responded to the area of County Road 42, west of Auburn Ave. and found Dempsey, unresponsive in the ditch on the north side of the road.

Curry was arrested after the crash when police found he was driving with a revoked license, but he was released from jail days later pending further investigation, which included a crash reconstruction by the Minnesota State Patrol.

According to investigators, at the scene of the crash, there was a sedan-style vehicle stopped partially in the traffic lane of westbound County Road 42. The windshield of the vehicle was smashed and officers found Curry in the driver’s seat.

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Curry was asked if he had his driver's license with him, to which he responded, “no,” and that he was driving in the right lane when the bicyclist swerved out in front of him.

Curry allegedly told an officer that “this isn't a bike lane" as he motioned to the shoulder of the road. He said he didn't know what the bicyclist was doing and then motioned that the bike was traveling from the north side of the shoulder towards the traffic lane. Curry said he couldn't move over because there was a car next to him, and that he couldn't slam on the brakes because there was a car behind him.

In the area of the crash, County Road 42 is four lanes, with two lanes traveling to the east and west, separated by a grassy median. The two westbound lanes are separated by a dashed white line and an asphalt shoulder is separated from the lanes of travel by a solid white line. The shoulder is about the same width as a normal lane of travel.

The State Patrol’s crash reconstruction determined that Curry and Dempsey were both traveling westbound on the north shoulder of County Road 42 at the time of the crash. There were two tire skid marks from the sedan prior to the point of impact, both to the right of the solid white line, commonly known as the fog line.

The tire marks, the Patrol said, were completely on the shoulder of the roadway, and travelled straight ahead until just before the point of impact, at which point they veered left towards the traffic lane.

Based on the bicycle tire scuff mark and indentation on the vehicle's front license plate, the tire of the bicycle made impact with the middle of the front license plate, documents said. The bicycle skid mark was located just to the left of the center of the shoulder.

The speed of Curry's vehicle was estimated to be between 54-63 mph prior to the crash, with the speed limit in that area marked at 55 mph.

A review of Curry's Minnesota driving record shows that at the time of the crash, his driver's license was revoked. After the crash, Curry’s phone was analyzed by investigators for potential evidence.

On his phone shortly after the crash, investigators noted that a music application was in use. A recent outgoing text message on the phone, allegedly sent by Curry read, “Just got in a accident biker got in the way,” documents said.

If convicted, Curry faces up to 10 years in prison. An analysis of Curry's blood did not detect any drugs or alcohol. His criminal history in Minnesota shows a slew of traffic-related offenses, including multiple convictions for driving with a revoked license.

Dempsey was a priest at the Church of the Risen Savior in Burnsville.

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