Betharram University – Mens T-Shirt

Welcome to the Ivy League of abuse, where the robes are starched, the smiles are hollow, and the syllabus includes advanced gaslighting, holy guilt, and predation 101 — all under the proud banner of silence, secrecy, and sanctified suffering.

Introducing the Betharram University of Molestation t-shirt, part of Hate Couture’s most damning and dangerous collection yet: an unapologetic uniform for those who have seen through the veil, spat on the altar, and chosen rage over reverence. This is more than fabric — it’s a wearable indictment. A middle finger stitched into every thread. A sick joke in poor taste — the only kind worth telling in a world that still kneels for monsters in cassocks.

This shirt takes its name and inspiration from the horrifying legacy of the Betharram scandal — a decades-long exercise in systemic violation, covered in incense and cloaked in hypocrisy. While victims screamed into the void, the institution smiled for the cameras, handed out medals, and recycled the same seven apologies like rosary beads for damage control. And while the headlines have faded, the trauma hasn’t. That’s why we’re not here to forgive, forget, or move on. We’re here to remember — with bile, with fire, and with fabric.

The front of the shirt features our satirical crest of Betharram University: a blasphemous twist on academic heraldry, complete with weeping cherubs, broken halos, and a bishop’s mitre adorned with the infamous motto:
“Veritas Per Trauma” — “Truth Through Trauma.”
Because nothing says “moral authority” like decades of systemic cover-ups and the careful repositioning of predators rather than their removal. If this was a real university, its alumni newsletter would be a criminal docket, its valedictorian would testify behind a screen, and its graduation robes would come with built-in blindfolds for the audience.

Printed on ethically-sourced 100% cotton (we figured someone should have ethics), this shirt is as soft as a whispered apology and as uncomfortable as Sunday mass in hindsight. The fit is unisex — because trauma doesn’t discriminate — and the color is a deep, funereal black, as if it’s still mourning the innocence lost in the hands of sanctified sociopaths.

Wearing this shirt isn’t just about being edgy — it’s about dragging buried truths to the surface and setting them on fire. It’s for survivors. For the angry. For the disillusioned. For the ones who still hear the choir and taste bile. For those who know that satire is a scalpel and fashion can be a form of protest. It’s for anyone who has ever sat in a pew and felt the walls closing in, or who learned the hard way that faith without accountability is just a cult with better PR.

This is not a joke — it’s a reckoning.

Not recommended for family dinners, church picnics, or dates with people who still think “Father” is a title of respect.

Hate Couture doesn’t care about redemption arcs. We print truth, pain, and outrage on cotton — because the world doesn’t need more brands that play it safe. It needs brands that bite.

This is Betharram University of Molestation.
Where the only thing more obscene than the acts committed was the silence that followed.
Enroll your conscience today.