Since my avatar says "a white guy still looking for the privilage I am supposed to have" this post is special to me. Fathers day and White PrivilegePosted on 6/21/20 at 7:55 pm This is the toughest day of the year for me. My girls do their best to make it the best day, but Fathers day is really tough for me. My biological father was a true POS. He beat my mother while she was pregnant. Run out on her after my grandfather forced a marriage and never paid a dime of child support. He went on to make at least four more babies with three more women in three different states before he was shot to death over a parking place dispute at a grocery store when I was eight and the last of his four kids was a day old. My mother liked the company of men more than being a mother. Her men came into our home in the housing projects and beat me, burned me on the stove, etc. He was arrested at least four times for abuse of my mother or myself. One of my earliest memories is the church bringing my mother and I a plate lunch one Sunday - a real treat. We came in and this man was eating my dinner and I held my fist up to him - like a four year old could do anything. He put me in the hospital that night after putting my head through the wall. My mother wouldn't leave this man, so the state of Alabama took me away from her. I was adopted by a foster family that enjoyed getting the monthly check. I did gain two older brothers who helped my growth tremendously - so I am thankful for that. My adoptive parents were better in many ways, but in many ways they were worse. There were still beatings, just not daily. When I was eight, I was informed that my biological mother had died at 28 years old. I later found out that it was in a bathroom, after a heart attack, induced by drugs. I made it through high school - took a few beatings from a man that served as a church officer and never missed a service. Despite my adoptive parents' objections, I went to college - I couldn't get out fast enough. No one came to my graduation, but I did receive the gift of the knowledge that I owed a significant credit card debt, courtesy of my adoptive father. About a year later, I got married. I wasn't expecting much - I tried to keep my side's expenses as low as possible. Our rehearsal dinner was at a decent restaurant. The bill came to about $500. My dad nearly made a scene. My brother stepped in and paid it. I went on the grad school. Again, no one at my graduation when I became a "doctor." No one at any awards banquets through the years. My daughters do not know anyone on "my side of the famil," which is full of creeps, criminals and sexual predators. All that to say, I am not privileged. Ive had to work hard for everything I have ever made of myself. This day is difficult, but I take solace in the fact that I am becoming my family's transitional figure. And the fact that while everyone in the role of my earthly father has failed me, my eternal Father never will. Happy Father's Day, PT Board.