Every day, on my way to work in midtown Manhattan, I
pass this bronze statue of the man for whom Duffy Square was named: Fr. Francis Duffy (1871-1932). If you’ve
ever seen that old movie chestnut, The
Fighting 69th, starring Pat O’Brien, then you know a bit more
than most of the thousands of heedless, bargain-hungry theatergoers who line up
at the TKTS booth in this square. You know that he became a
legend in WWI for ministering to troops, hearing last confessions and even
carrying some of the wounded to safety—enough to win him a Distinguished
Service Cross.
As depicted, in this sculpture by Charles
Keck (dedicated five years after the priest’s death), Fr. Duffy is far-seeing and
resolute, and he was like that in civilian life, too, against adversaries
within and without the Church he guarded. One of the manifold marvelous bits in
Peter Quinn’s 1930s detective novel, The Hour of the Cat, is a short
section on Fr. Duffy in peacetime. Early in the 20th century, the
priest had been exiled from his position as an editor at a theological journal
for progressive opinions that ran afoul of the New York Archdiocese. By the end of his life,
as pastor of Holy Cross Church, he was giving himself,
characteristically, as unselfishly as he had on the fields of France, only this
time to the skid-row denizens of Hell's Kitchen.
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