September 14th, 2009 by Life

Society made a field day of Father Bashing

Father Bashing

Hey, there’s a complaint that there’s abuse going on in that household. I heard the gossip floating across my fence about that house over there.

*They think the father should be tossed out of his house and thrown in jail.

*And how, the viciousness, the indignation, the just must be done for the kids…

The complaint was about someone first screaming at a 10 year old boy; then several slaps were planted hard on his face; he was pushed to the ground and then kicked and yelled at to get up; he was grabbed by the ear and dragged into the house. It’s a scenario still common 30 or 40 years ago…I still remember them and feel them all too well. That version of “discipline” should never be allowed. But this is a contemporary time. It’s today, such barbarism cannot be allowed.

I’m all for it…that violent person should be thrown out of the house and stuck in a barred facility somewhere.

The cops came and interviewed the father alright.

He was quized for over an hour. And so was the boy. 2 police cruisers sat outside the house for about 4 hours. An expectant crowd was now forming outside waiting to witness the expected outcome. Some kids even had rotten tomatoes and eggs ready. They all wanted to show this man what they tought of such violent abuse of your own kid…

At last, cowering under a jacket, the abuser was very firmly led out of the house by the arm and into the cruiser. But there was strange silence from the lynch mob. The father walked up to the cruiser and yelled, “We’ll make it, we’ll make it better, don’t fear, I love you”. Tears streaming down his face, he hugged his son as his wife, the boy’s mother was driven away.

Turning to the crowd, he told them all with courage, what are you all looking at? Go Home…

Like meek children they all did. Eyes to the ground and rotten tomatoes and eggs dropped on the lawns, the crowd dispersed – not one word of condolence or support…shamed.

Why is society so adamant to blame and lynch the father?

I’m not writing this to gloat. No, I did not participate in that fiasco. You see, I can tell you now, some similar incidents had occured to me.

Yes, it’s blame the father first syndrome.