The One Percenter Douche du Jour Award goes to Corporate Lawyer John Carley [View all]

[BeyondGeography]

and his weekender friends in the Hamptons who apparently just couldn't deal with repeatedly having to explain to pampered house guests that a beloved nun who was run over by a car in the Hamptons was memorialized by a road sign:

The snobs got their way.

A street sign commemorating a beloved nun killed in a hit-and-run in the Hamptons was removed after wealthy residents whined that it was just too depressing.

“Any time there is a little pushback from the rich, that’s it,” Southampton highway boss Alex Gregor groused to The Post on Monday.

“If we don’t have a little humanity, what are we doing?”

​Gregor had installed the blue sign reading “Sister Jac​​kie’s Way” above the normal green street marker in Water Mill last summer to memorialize Sister Jacqueline Walsh, 59, who was killed walking near the Sisters of Mercy convent on Rose Hill Road in July 2012.

...“Every time someone visits, I am forced to recount this tragedy because they ask who Sister Jackie was,” John Carley, a former counsel to rental-car giant Avis, said in a January letter to Southampton Town officials.

“While I have no doubt Sister Jackie was a wonderful person and deserves to be remembered by those who knew her, her tragic death while visiting us is not an event residents wish to recall.”

http://nypost.com/2014/08/05/southampton-residents-want-road-sign-memorializing-a-nun-removed/

Who was Sister Jackie? Someone who displayed daily the qualities that make life bearable for people:

Young people described Sister Jackie as a grown-up to whom they found it easy to talk. Adults who had been away from the church discovered Jackie to be a welcoming open door for them; newcomers to Catholicism and those planning weddings relished her instruction and assistance. Their memories held her as a generous, forgiving, easy-going woman who was convinced of God’s unconditional love for every member of the human family. She never judged anyone or took herself too seriously. She loved people and she loved life—music, dancing, nature, parties. Her laugh was as big as her compassion was deep. The local rabbi confessed that he once wanted to hug Sister Jackie, but didn’t know if it was acceptable for a rabbi to hug a nun. The burst of laughter he received in response assured him that it was. Parishioners had no hesitation about leaning on Jackie; children had no problem climbing up on her lap.

http://americamagazine.org/content/all-things/tribute-sr-jackie

Things that will never surely never be said about Mr. Carley and his hard-hearted friends.

RIP (again) Sister Jackie.