I love Notre Dame – the Notre Dame that I knew. My father graduated from Notre Dame in 1930, and he was proud to send his sons there. It was there that I matured in my faith and became devoted to the Blessed Mother. It was there that I met and courted the woman I married two months after my graduation. It was there that I formed permanent friendships that have endured for more than fifty years. But I am now convinced that the proudly Catholic university I have loved exists only in memory. In May my wife and I were horrified and moved to tears at the video footage showing small groups of people silently praying the Rosary being handcuffed and arrested by Notre Dame police.