Over the past few years I have grown distant from my father over his increasingly racist, paranoid politics. We only speak a few times a year, usually on holidays or birthdays. I miss my Dad, the man who taught me so many practical skills and gave me so many fond memories. He is a good man, my father. He legally adopted my sister, who was the child of my mother and her first husband. He bought cars for people in our family and a friend or two who needed transportation. I am proud to call him Dad.
Today I read Edwin Lyngar’s piece at salon.com and it really struck a chord. I am saddened that every conversation with my Dad will ALWAYS include him bringing up truther/ birther/ chemtrails/ Bengazi conspiracy theory bullshit. I usually tell him ‘oh, I haven’t been following the news lately’ just to let him air out his latest “well, Rush said…” story. The occasional emails from him are forwarded conspiracy theories and anything anti-Obama. Maybe I should feel relieved that Lyngar’s father is much like my own or, maybe this should remind me that my father’s rage and paranoia are not an isolated case of bitterwhitemanitis. But I don’t. I want my moderate, reasonable, practical father back. Dad, I miss you.