I know you’re no worse than most men but I thought you were better. I never saw you as a man. I saw you as my father.
Boys do not long for fathers who will usher them through the gauntlet of psychological disconnect. They long for fathers who have themselves survived intact. Boys do not ache for their father’s masculinity. They ache for their fathers’ hearts.
Why did you do it? Give up everything to raise another man’s son?’
His father did look up at that. ‘I didn’t raise another man’s son,’ he said sharply. ‘I raised my own.
He spoke slowly, his voice deeper and louder, every word tacked nine-inches deep into the beams of our minds.
One is worthy as a son when he removes all his father’s troubles.
We are born with our father’s names. We are not responsible for their failures. We are responsible for what they made us believe in. That is our only obligation. And it is even then a choice which we may sometimes be wise to ignore.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;!
Ever boy deserves a father.
That had been the end of Communism. I had a feeling watching the tape that America would be next, but for once I kept my mouth shut. In my silence I felt our common ground: here we were, two men, neither young, neither with money, neither earning a penny or holding down a job or owning a house, both thoroughly confused by the way the world was turning.