Hidden Mercy: AIDS, Catholic, and the Untold Stories of Compassion in the Face of Fear by Michael J. O'Loughlin
28 December 2025 (initial reaction, incorporated into fuller review); 31 December 2025
I genuinely cannot think of a time I've had a more visceral reaction to a book. I'm going to be thinking about it, and probably redrafting this, for a long time. I marked so many pages to return to. What follows is a bit scattered, but it's a start.
One of the weirder realizations of my 30s has been that I am now older than MANY of the people who died of AIDS, as well as the friends who cared for their friends dying of AIDS. I cannot fathom that.
We are also more than 40 years separated from the earliest days of the AIDS crisis. This year (2025) marked the 30th anniversary of the peak of AIDS deaths in the United States. While medical advances have changed life and care for those with HIV/AIDS, there are so many stories that are lost. I find myself getting more emotional as time passes when I read books about the crisis, because there is so much that's already been lost to time.
So. I cried a lot reading this book. I also got REALLY angry a few times. Like, almost throwing the book at the wall levels of anger. Cursing some people to hell levels of anger.
My emotions started early. Author Michael O'Loughlin talks early in the book about one of the earliest AIDS memorials in New York City, dating to 1992 I believe. The memorial is, remarkably, in a Catholic Church. O'Loughlin's reflections are two-fold: that there as in fact an AIDS memorial inside a Catholic Church, which still feels remarkable to me - and also the fact that the memorial was tucked far away from where most would see it in the church, thereby reflecting the shame present despite the memorial's existence. Over the course of O'Loughlin's research for the book, that Roman Catholic Diocese of New York closed that particular parish. I've been scared to death to look up and see if the building, and therefore the memorial, still stands; if the memorial was preserved in some way; or if the church building was demolished taking the memorial with it.
That sort of reflects the tensions in the book. The fact remains that, like basically every other institution, the Catholic Church's response to the AIDS crisis was woefully inadequate - and despite that, there are remarkable stories of those who bucked the prevailing winds of the Catholic hierarchy of served selflessly.
This book includes many stories of nuns and priests who refused to follow along not just with the church but with the broader culture of the 1980s and 1990s that viewed AIDS victims with disdain. Some of the stories are a bit funny in a dark way: lifetime-professed nuns learning about gay sex practices, contending with things like condoms, etc. But mostly those stories are inspiring: so few leaders in any arena, but especially church leaders, look good in retrospect when discussing the AIDS crisis. That some of those who do were Midwestern nuns is heartening.
But, then again, there's the church hierarchy.
The passage in particular made me so angry that I nearly threw the book across the room relates to the issue of condoms: "A handful of bishops condemned the document [a cursory pseudo-ish possibly-but-not-even suggestion that condoms might not be entirely bad for prevention of the spread of HIV], including Cardinal Bernard Law of Boston and Archbishop Theodore McCarrick of Newark." (pp. 90)
The Catholic Church has long been against birth control, so I suppose the condemnation of condoms is unsurprising. But.
Bernard Law resigned from his post as archbishop of Boston when it was revealed that he had spent decades covering up accusations of child abuse and pedophilia. In one notable instance, Law was made aware of accusations of such abuse against a particular priest - and then proceeded to move that priest to a parish with even more children. Theodore McCarrick was defrocked in 2019 after facing decades of accusations of inappropriate sexual conduct with both minors and seminary students. The Vatican put a report out in 2020 detailing the charges against him that is 461 pages long.
There are so many priests, bishops, prelates, and other Vatican staff that were implicated in sex abuse scandals of the Catholic Church - not even Pope Francis escapes that ignominy. The fact that sexual abuse was not a bridge to far, but CONDOMS were... my blood boils.
But most of the book made me weep, sometimes actually.
Some of the stories aren't exactly unique. There are books documenting families disowning their children with AIDS. A short documentary I once encountered detailed a woman trying to preserve a cemetery where she'd paid to for the burials of AIDS victims whose families would not claim their bodies.
One such story:
"A young man, twenty-two... was not yet out to his family, but he wanted his mother to know the truth, so he told her he was gay and tried to steel her for the battle ahead. He hoped the revelation would help bring them closer. He was wrong. 'Twenty-two years ago, my only mistake,' the mother said, wrapping her arm around her son, 'was not having an abortion.'" (pp. 180)
And then there are the priests. Priests died of AIDS: "But in that same year [1987], the National Catholic Reporter published a series of stories about homosexuality in the priesthood, in which a research suggested that as many as 26 percent of priests were gay, while some seminarians and priests guessed that a majority of seminarians were gay. The implication was the even if just a small percentage of gay priests broke their vows, HIV and AIDS could present an ongoing challenge for the priesthood." (pp. 146) "While some bishops stood by their priests after a diagnosis of HIV... others meted out severe punishments. In Atlanta, priests who were diagnosed with AIDS had their fitness for the priesthood questioned, as church leaders pondered whether a priest with HIV could sufficiently condemn homosexuality. In Houston, a doctor said he had treated three priests for HIV and that he was stunned when they each were thrown out of their rectories because of their illness." (pp. 147) There are also passages about priests dying of AIDS, and church leaders attempting to hide that fact from families, friends, and funeralgoers (see pp. 151).
Even with all this, though, there are the stories of those who stayed. I found myself intrigued by parishes that became known for being congregations of "the gays and the grays", like Most Holy Redeemer, a parish situated in the Castro neighborhood in San Francisco.
I marked more pages to consider. I was vaguely aware of William Hart McNichols, who is discussed in some depth in the book - many of the pages I marked either relate to him or to his work directly. (I'm hopeful to be able to track down some of the works that O'Loughlin describes.)
I don't know. I've gotta say, I did not expect this book to rivet me so, make me feel so deeply, and also make me want to go on my own pilgrimages to some of these places.
I'm shelving this on my favorites shelf. "Favorite" feels like a weird word to affix to this, but it certainly made me feel deeply, so I guess it's appropriate.
Other quotes
The following pages I marked for one reason or another. Much of them relate to content above as well as much about William Hart McNichols - definitely planning to buy some of his prints!
pp. 55, 136, 229, 231, 232, 233, 234, 236, 237, 238, 246, 247, 248, 254
Reading history:
Normally I keep this in my private notes section, but I'm moving it. Yay!
Reading history was not added on Goodreads, but was instead kept on a post-it note with the book.
Started December 13th, 2025.
Finished December 29th, 2025.
December 13th, 2025: read author's note + chapters 1-4 (pp. 1-58) in physical book.
December 28th, 2025: read chapters 5-18 (pp. 59-242) in physical book.
December 29th, 2025: read epilogue + acknowledgments (pp. 243-254) in physical book.