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Strong Fathers Build Civilizations—Weak Ones Lose Them
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Hello, this is Victor Davis Hanson for The Daily Signal. June 15th is Father’s Day. It’s always the third Sunday of June.
I remember when I was in college, for the first time they made it a national holiday— think in 1972. It derives, in our country, from the early 1900s, when people wanted to because we had a previous holiday of Mother’s Day. They wanted to also honor Father’s Day. In Europe, I think, it’s called St. Joseph’s Day to honor the husband of the Virgin Mary.
And, in any case, we honor what our parents did for us by Mother’s Day and for Father’s Day. It recalls something that I like to share with you. One of the roles of fathers is to give young children, especially males, a sense of direction. And almost this tragic sense that sometimes you have to do things that you don’t want to do, but somebody else won’t do them, you’re going to be in trouble.
And I look back at my father—I’d like to relate just three things very quickly.
Once he wanted us to work in the summer. We were working on the farm. There wasn’t enough work, so he had a friend that wanted us to shake almonds with a mallet. In those days, there was no machine. You just hit the mallet with a canvas. But it was 110 degrees in August. So, he dropped us off in this 40 acre almond field—the four of us—and he started to worry. He said, “My God, it’s hot. I’ve got to go talk to this guy.” And the guy said, ”No, you said you’re going to drop them off.” Bottom line. He came back in his early fifties and he had his work clothes on and he got a mallet. And he worked every day, for a week, hitting the trees while we moved the canvas and put them in gunny sack. And he was completely in sweat. And he said, “You boys are going to be in trouble.” And every hour, he went down to a mountain drive-in and brought back drinks and water. But he stood by us the whole time. And he outworked us.
Second thing I remember was, I was in Greece and I had a torn ureter. That’s when a kidney stone—a staghorn calculus—gets lodged and the ureter and begins to cut. And I was in pretty bad shape and I called my parents—they knew about it—and I said, “The doctor can’t take it out. I’ve got to get home.” My father said, “You get on the next flight, I wire you the money. Your mother will find a surgeon. And I will pick you up.” I said, “Well, how am I going to get from the airport to Fresno?”
“You worry about that. You worry about the flight. I will get you.” So, 20 hours later, I go there and here’s my father at the airport. I was 20 years old—excuse me—24. And he picks me up. He was 6’4″. He puts me into this old Buick station wagon, that he’d made into an ambulance. He put down all the seats. He had pillows, and he said, “We’re off on a wild ride, Victor.” And we drove 200 miles, in the middle of the night. And he pulled up right to the ambulance entry at Fresno Community Hospital. He pulled over in Los Banos. He called the surgeon and said, “I’m going to be here. You operate.” He pulled in. And within 40 minutes, I was being operated by a surgeon, in Fresno. Because of him. He saved my life.
The other thing that I remember was, I was—very quickly— at Stanford University, in a very bad neighborhood. I didn’t have a lot of money. I was on a scholarship. And he was very worried. My mother, of course, was too. And he said, “I’m going to drive up and see this.” So, he went up and he saw it was a rough neighborhood. Didn’t have a lot of money. The next thing I knew, he came over to my apartment and he had these sacks of frozen foods. And they weren’t just prepared foods, they were steaks, they were roast. And he said, “I bought you enough meat for six months. Let’s put it in the freezer.”
And I said, “Oh my gosh.” And my roommate, he was very poor. He was from a steelworker’s family in Ohio. So, he had all this meat. And then he said, “You have any money?” And I said—he looked—“Give me your wallet.” So, I had $20. And that was a lot of money, in 1975. So, he pulled out his wallet. He had three twenties. He gave all three to me. I said, “You don’t have any money to drive home.” He said, “You don’t worry about it.” And he said, “That $80, now you’re going to be—I want you to eat well.” He did that every time I was in trouble. And I think that’s the role of fathers.
And finally, I said to him, ”Dad, why do you always do this?” And he said, “Because that’s my responsibility. And that will be your responsibility, when you have children. You’re always there if they need you. You’re not there to pamper them. You’re not there to subsidize them. But they need you to keep them going, when they can’t go on their own.” And he didn’t mean that, in the sense of dependency. And he was always like that. And I cherish the memory of him.
And I think all of us, in this period of turbulent times, I think we must reevaluate the role of fathers. To the degree this country will make it, it will be a strong father figure that instructs us how to be masculine. How to be a man. How to protect the weak. How to stand forward and challenge bullies, that prey on the weak and the innocent. And that’s a lost art now. And to the degree, that we’ve had strong fathers, as I did, I think each year of our lives, we appreciate it evermore on Father’s Day. Thank you very much.
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