Archbishop Wilton Gregory’s Lackluster Start

It is business as usual in the archdiocese of Washington, D.C.

Cardinal Donald Wuerl “lies shamelessly” and “prevails upon” his chief of staff, Monsignor Charles Antonicelli, to “lie as well,” wrote Archbishop Carlo Maria Viganò in his bombshell memo last year. Where is Antonicelli today? He is serving the relatively new archbishop of Washington, D.C., Wilton Gregory, in the same capacity!
It is business as usual under Gregory, a protégé of the clericalist monster Joseph Bernardin, a biographical detail that explains many of Gregory’s corrupt instincts. I’m told that Gregory has moved into Wuerl’s old posh digs — a palatial Embassy Row penthouse into which he poured gobs of the faithful’s money without any accounting to them. Gregory’s tastes run in the same direction as Wuerl’s. Recall the fiasco that marked Gregory’s previous tenure  in Atlanta: his self-indulgent project to build a $2.2 million home in Buckhead that he had to abandon after running into post-Francis headwinds.
Gregory’s taste for high living, his imperiousness, and his status as an enabler of the gay mafia have earned him the nickname the “queen of the Nile,” a well-informed Church insider tells TAS. The queen of the Nile is now living in an estimated 12,000-square-foot penthouse, full of marble, luxurious carpets, and expensive artwork. And who is living with him? Bishop Mario Dorsonville, I’m told. Dorsonville was the dubious figure assigned to “supervise” Theodore McCarrick during his supposed penitential period while in residence with Dorsonville in a seven-figure home that I discovered last summer on the edge of American University’s law school (it turns out that the Washington Post knew about McCarrick’s safe house, too, but was too in the tank with the gay mafia to report it; Marty Baron’s “spotlight” looks like a pretty dim bulb these days.)
I’ve tried to interview Gregory, but he of course has dodged my many requests, in spite of his inaugural promise to be “transparent,” “honest,” and responsive to a “wounded” laity. I wanted to talk to him in parti...