I was raised Catholic. Went to Catholic school from 1 to 8. Altar boy. We had two priests, one grumpy, old Irishman with one lung, and the other, we were told, was a boxer. He was a bombastic guy and all of boys admired him. Neither of them laid a hand on any of us, even though many of us wound up doing work around the church, and the priest's residence. The teachers were nuns. I spent a good deal of time doing chores in the convent because I was cough, ahem, a bit rowdy and needed an unpaid side job to burn some energy. Nuns didn't molest me or anyone else that I know of.
I went to the public high school because we couldn't afford the $35.00 a year that had to be paid to continue the Catholic high school. While I was there, one of the teachers suddenly disappeared, and a couple days later we found out he'd been arrested for molesting one of the high school girls. That didn't surprise me at all. When I was in 8th grade at the catholic school, the public high school teacher took admittance money for high school football and track events. He let some of us grade school kids from the area into the shack to help with that. With me, he stood behind me and put his hands in my front pant pockets and started groping me. I jumped away and punched him and ran out of the shack. I never told anyone till later when we found out about the public high school girl. Seems I wasn't the only kid he groped in that shack.