Typical Testimony of Sathya Sai Baba’s Sex Abuse of Young Males
Posted by Barry Pittard on April 11, 2010
Since circa 2000, and up to very recent times, former devotee and other networked critics of Sathya Sai Baba have often had to read – and also hear directly – such disturbing testimonies as the one I cite below. The primary witnesses and their families come from many countries round the world. The great majority of testimony is, for obvious reasons, kept strictly confidential, although, over the years, a number of courageous individuals have spoken out about the abuses Sathya Sai Baba and others close to him inflicted on them.
For those who wish to proceed at law, we have access to top international lawyers. We point out that litigation is not something to be entered into without a great deal of careful thought. We also note that obtaining justice in India is not always an option. Many of the systems are corrupt, and Sathya Sai Baba is protected by many powerful political, governmental, legal and other elites.
I think that it is advisable for survivors to reflect carefully before deciding whether to disclose their identities in their testimonies in a public forum, such as the internet. Some prefer to provide sworn testimony, and await opportunities to come forward in the media or in a court action where there is proper jurisdiction. Others, however, are prepared to stand forth and feel that they are making a contribution to saving others from a similar fate, and, in general, they wish to create a much better pubic awareness of the evils of sexual and other types of abuse. We know of those who have had no qualms about speaking up, even after we have carefully gone through the issues with them.
Most Sathya Sai Baba devotees I have known are good and decent individuals, but a small number of fanatics who defend him at every turning are exceptionally demeaning and nasty. It can be effective to document with reputed media such as the BBC, ABC, DR, SBS, Azul TV, Times of London, Telegraph, India Today, Guardian, Ottawa Times, Adelaide Advertiser, Age … and others, as we have long done. There is another powerful resource – probably too much for the Sathya Sai Organization to hold back – and we are in negotiation stages.
We believe the first requirement for those who have suffered abuse is to obtain proper counseling. Sadly, many do not avail themselves of these provisions, even when fees are ready to be waived or significantly reduced. One of the many components of our support network has been to see that best practice, experienced and qualified professional counseling is available for survivors of various Sathya Sai Baba abuses, and of abuses too perpetrated by individuals around him. Some links relating to the following testimony are found at Robert Priddy’s blogsite:
More sworn testimony on several Sathya Sai Baba sex abuses. Posted by robertpriddy on February 8, 2010.
‘The third interview began in exactly the same way, but it was some weeks after the second one; we were all now in Whitefield (Bangalore). Baba took me into his private chamber and immediately, hurriedly, tried pulling my ‘pyjama” bottoms down, but in his hurry he had pulled the cord the wrong way and made a tight knot of it …. It was all very awkward and I felt embarrassed and strange. In the end I had to help him undo the knot because he was very impatient. Then once they were down he went through the same procedure; playing with my genitals, rubbing his hips from side to side while pressing himself very close to me.
There was something different about this interview; it made me feel more uncomfortable than ever, There was an urgency in his manner, and I could see that he was excited; there were beads of sweat on his top lip and his breathing was strained. He pointed his finger at me and said very sternly “Don’t talk. You don’t talk. Okay? Don’t talk”. I was a little startled, even frightened at his manner, but I agreed I would not talk. Then his manner changed again, into bright, breezy swami. He asked me if I wanted to kiss him, while embracing me in the usual way, rubbing his hips from side to side while moving his hands over my body and legs. I felt at that moment that his actions were deliberately trying to arouse me physically, that he wanted me to get an erection, because he kept touching my penis and rubbing. But I didn’t become aroused at all. I just kept arguing with myself mentally, saying that if there was any baseness or bad in what was happening, it was all in my lower mind. As such, I never even became faintly aroused, and I think this both perplexed and annoyed Baba, because he seemed irritated and unsure of what to do next.
Then he pulled me over to his chair close to the entrance of the chamber and I could see his penis, semi erect through the material of his gown. He took my hand and placed it on his penis, and rubbed it up and down, telling me to rub while repeating “Good, good, good” over and over, and visibly becoming more excited. Then he asked me if this is what I wanted … and then clapped his hands over his head saying “This is divine”. Then it was over and I was pushed out again into the other, larger chamber with the other devotees.
After that interview, I was very confused about the whole thing. When I left the mandir I felt queasy and slightly feverish, and instead of going out of the ashram with my friends to have tea and talk about the interview, I went straight back to my room. I felt as if I had a fever or the flu; weak, shaking, nauseous and light headed, I fell asleep for a while and was awakened by my two room mates a couple of hours later, who came to see if I was okay and wanted to know about my interview with Baba.
One was an English boy named Kestrel Boyle and the other an Australian called Edward — I can’t remember his surname because he was born of Bangladesh parents in Australia and it was a rather difficult name.
I didn’t really know what to tell them, or even if I should tell them, so instead asked them if Baba had ever done strange things to them in their private interviews. Edward replied immediately, and in such matter of fact tones that it surprised me into silence. He said “What, you mean playing with your dick? Oh don’t worry about that, he’s done that to me loads of times. It doesn’t mean anything bad – I actually like it, and think it’s good for me.’ Kestrel basically said the same kind of thing, so I didn’t dare say any more, but I wondered what else Baba had done with them’.
There is a Spanish version available: