{"id":12174,"date":"2025-03-09T12:37:06","date_gmt":"2025-03-09T16:37:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/aoh.com\/?p=12174"},"modified":"2025-03-10T09:23:00","modified_gmt":"2025-03-10T13:23:00","slug":"the-angel-of-andersonville-the-selfless-heroism-of-fr-peter-whelan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/aoh.com\/2025\/03\/09\/the-angel-of-andersonville-the-selfless-heroism-of-fr-peter-whelan\/","title":{"rendered":"The Angel of Andersonville: The Selfless Heroism of Fr. Peter Whelan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Whelan was born in 1802 in Loughnageer, County Wexford. Little is known about his early life before he attended Birchfield College in Kilkenny, where he studied classics and mathematics. He later emigrated to America, answering God’s call for priests to support the newly established Archdiocese of Charleston, where he was ordained in 1830.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Over the next thirty years Fr. Whelan was a tireless shepherd of a flock which, as a result of the waves of Irish immigration caused by the Great Hunger, was growing exponentially. He helped build the first Catholic Church in Charlestown and also the first in Georgia. In 1854, Fr. Whelan was transferred to the newly formed Archdiocese of Savannah to minister to that city\u2019s growing Irish Catholic population. With only eleven priests, the archdiocese covered all of Georgia and Florida.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the outbreak of the Civil War, the Confederacy established a garrison at Fort Pulaski located at the mouth of the Savannah River. Among the units assigned to the garrison were the Montgomery Rifles, which was almost entirely composed of Irish Catholic immigrants. Fr. Whelan quickly embraced the men of that remote and isolated outpost looking after both their spiritual and physical well being; he quickly became a favorite of the entire garrison. By a twist of fate, Fr. Whelan had the misfortune of being in Fort Pulaski when the Union forces isolated it and commenced a heavy shelling of the fort resulting in its surrender. While offered his liberty as a noncombatant, like the good shepherd, Fr. Whelan would not abandon his flock and went into captivity with them as a prisoner of war and was transferred to Governor\u2019s Island, New York.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cWhen I give for Christ\u2019s sake, I give the best.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

Believing the war would be over in a few months, neither side in the Civil War had given much thought to the capture and care of the large number of prisoners the war would produce. While at Governor\u2019s Island Confederate officers were treated with a measure of professional courtesy by their Union counterparts, the enlisted men suffered terribly in improvised cells with scant rations and clothing. Fr. Whelan immediately began putting out appeals to his fellow priests and organized aid for his men. When Rev. William Quinn of St. Peter\u2019s Parish became aware of Fr. Whelan\u2019s confinement in the cold damp prison he feared for the aged priest\u2019s health and launched a successful appeal to have Fr. Whelan paroled. However, except for occasional trips to the city to secure supplies, Fr. Whelan still insisted on staying with his men and sharing their privations while saying Mass and tending to the sick. The Confederate officers were impressed with Fr. Whelan\u2019s ministrations to their men, and noting that the one suit of clothing he possessed was terribly threadbare, arranged the purchase of a new suit for the priest. A few days later, the senior officer noted that Fr. Whelan was still wearing his old clothes. Where was the new suit he asked? Fr. Whelan replied that he had given it to a newly arrived prisoner who had arrived almost naked. The Confederate officer attempted to reprimand the priest saying he should have kept the new suit and given the man his old one. Fr. Whelan replied, \u201cWhen I give for Christ\u2019s sake, I give the best.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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\u201cOf all the ministers in Georgia accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, \u2018I was sick and in prison and you visited me,\u2019 and that one is a Catholic.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n

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The reconstructed gates of Andersonville Prison, the portal to a man-made Hell on earth.<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n

Fr. Whelan and his men would eventually be exchanged for Union prisoners, and the priest would return to his civilian religious duties in Savannah. However, new and disturbing reports were soon received about a Confederate prison camp: Andersonville. Prior to WW II, no prison camp was more infamous. Hastily built for 6,000, it would hold 45,000 Union POWs with no shelter, sanitation or clean water. It was literally a hell on earth for Union Prisoners and a place where 13,000 of them would die. Aware that many of the Union prisoners were likely to be Irish Catholics, and despite himself having been confined in the North as a Confederate POW, Fr. Whelan volunteered to go to the prison and tend to the men\u2019s needs. Those needs were staggering with scores dying every day from starvation and disease. Several fellow priests attempted to assist Fr. Whelan, but none could stand the physical and emotional strain and each left within a few weeks. Yet, 62 year old Fr. Whelan stayed and his impact was noted in later years by surviving prisoners:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBy coming here he exposed himself to great danger of infection\u2026His services were sought by all, for, in his kind and sympathizing looks, his meek but earnest appearance, the despairing prisoners read that all humanity had not forsaken mankind.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another remarked that,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf all the ministers in Georgia accessible to Andersonville, only one could hear this sentence, \u2018I was sick and in prison and you visited me,\u2019 and that one is a Catholic.<\/em>\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n

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The graves of some of the 13,000 Union soldiers who died at Andersonville. <\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n

Fr. Whelan\u2019s selfless sacrifice came with a price; he soon contracted \u2018Congestion of the Lungs\u2019, likely tuberculosis. With Georgia falling to the advancing forces of Union General Sherman, the Andersonville prisoners were transferred and Fr. Whelan would have to leave them. However, before they left he arranged a loan of $400 in gold to buy flour and have it baked into hundreds of loaves that became known to the prisoners as \u201cWhelan\u2019s bread\u201d; it provided the men with rations for several months. One former prisoner later wrote, \u201cWithout a doubt (Fr. Whelan) was the means of saving hundreds of lives.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the war, his health permanently broken from his service to his fellow man, Fr. Whelan petitioned Union Secretary of War Stanton for the $400 that Fr. Whelan had borrowed so that the Union Prisoners could be fed. In an unmitigated display of callousness, ignoring the living evidence of hundreds of soldiers who had survived because of \u201cWhelan bread,\u201d Stanton asked the aged priest to provided receipts! Outraged, Fr. Whelan informed the callous Stanton to keep his money because he had, \u201cNeither the health nor the strength to run over Georgia to hunt up vouchers and bills of purchase.<\/em>\u201d Instead the proud priest made one further sacrifice. Knowing of his ill health, friends of Fr. Whelan had raised funds to send the priest to a better climate where he might recover. Instead of using the funds to aid in recovering his health, Fr. Whelan used the money to repay the loan. After several years of ill health, Fr. Whelan died in 1872. His was the largest funeral that Savannah had ever seen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Though overlooked in history, the story of Rev. Peter Whelan exemplifies the spirit of service and sacrifice that has long defined Irish Americans. An immigrant who made America his home, he devoted his life to ministering to those in need. Like the good Shepherd, he did not abandon his flock and shared in their captivity and suffering. He did not see enemies, only human beings in need of compassion. Even in his own poverty, he gave freely\u2014parting with his last possessions to clothe the desperate and even borrowing money to feed the starving. His tireless efforts to bring comfort, dignity, and even bread to those who had none stand as a testament to the profound impact that one individual can have, even in the darkest of times.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neil F. Cosgrove<\/p>\n

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