“The Weakened, Weekend Father”
I WAS rooting around this weekend for a poem to post on Father’s Day and, as I was meditating on this, I remembered a verse I once read by the modern poet Anthony Hecht about divorced fathers hanging out in Central Park with their children on Saturdays. I looked it up. Reading it again was unbearably sad, as sad as it was the first time. Obama did not speak of these fathers in his proclamation this weekend.
The experiences of the men I have known who have been unwilling participants in divorce have changed my life. I cannot quite explain why this phenomenon has affected me more than it has others. These are terrible injustices, some of the greatest instances of injustice I have personally encountered, but I know many people who are entirely unmoved.
These men are not perfect people. But most of them are not more imperfect than, say, I am. Not a single one of them committed adultery; they were all tried and convicted on the grounds of insensitivity. “The punishment is incommensurate to the crime.” I have said that many times. I have said that to friends and family members. Whatever flaws they had as husbands, these men did not deserve the exile they received. (The same, of course, can be said of many women who have been left under no-fault divorce. I just don’t know many women who fall into this category.)
These men are not whiny people, although some have been occasionally enraged. They are loving fathers, and they have all, with one exception, worked hard to stay involved in their childrens’ lives despite rejection by their childrens’ mothers. Those who are rich have found it easy to remarry if they wanted. Those who are poor, less so. (more…)




