I spent the day yesterday with my Dad. I didn’t have the time — there’s so much to do — but I drove the three hours each way, and helped him fix the settings on his new computer, and we talked and had dinner… and it was a wonderful day!
I also have an advantage. Unlike many children in this country, my dad isn’t in prison.
I think it’s worth taking a moment this Father’s Day to remember all the families that aren’t together because of the drug war. One of the best organizations around reminding us of the loss in humanity is The November Coalition. Here’s a father’s day message from their site.
By Vicki Woods, November Coalition staffer
Today I watched my grandson play baseball. He’s an incredible pitcher, at 10 years old, which is no surprise to me, since throwing a ball has been his favorite thing to do since he was very young. I remember when I traveled from Oregon to Texas with him to visit his dad. The first stop was to buy a ball, and then at every rest area along the way, we threw the ball and threw the ball and then threw the ball some more.
That trip bonded us, Brandon and I. With each other, and in our love for his father, my oldest son, Rob. I talked to my son last week, and he was jealous that I could go watch Brandon play ball, and he couldn’t. Mandatory minimum sentencing and an uncaring public defender put my son down for 5 years, forcing him, like so many others, to miss their children’s ball games and birthdays.
For four years now, his son and two daughters have spent an unhappy Fatherless Day. But, then, everyday is a fatherless day when your dad is in prison. What a shame when so many of our country’s children are left without the influence and guidance of their fathers for ridiculously long periods of time. With all of my heart I pray for true justice and an end to this war on drugs and deprivation our children face. May there be no more Father’s Day without a father or Mother’s day without a mother for our children.