I just finished an article by Rebecca Walker, “How mother’s fanatical feminist views tore apart daughter of Alice Walker, author of The Color Purple

(http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1021293/
 I certainly cannot relate to the life this Rebecca Walker experienced as it pertains to our mothers but I can relate to her story.
Our stories have this congruous similarity, our respective parents where about themselves and what they put above everything and everyone else.

My father was homosexual. He married our mother while hiding his real self. Several kids later he was found out and thus began a life of poverty, embarrassment and pain for my mother and her children. We were not wanted by our father, we were his mistake. (The kind one makes over and over again for the same reason, self!)
Putting his behavior(s) in context so many years after the fact I now recognize that there are people who will do anything to anyone in order to live any damned way they choose.

Miss Walker writes, (of her mother Alice Walker) “But she wouldn't back down. Instead, she wrote me a letter saying that our relationship had been inconsequential for years and that she was no longer interested in being my mother. She even signed the letter with her first name, rather than Mom”.

I couldn’t help but to wonder if Alice Walker was capable of knowing the level of rejection words like this can do to a person? I also wondered how many people who support the ideology of Alice Walker or my father’s homosexuality have any idea of the lives that are destroyed because of their view of life.

We see the Gloria Steinem’s or the Anthony Romero’s of the world who would toss just about anyone under the bus who supports common sense or who, at the very least are able to ask, ‘who am I hurting because of how I am?

I once held the door for a woman who stopped and said, “I don’t need you to do that for me.” I said that I didn’t do it for her but that I did it because I was a gentleman. The lady smiled and allowed me to hold the door open for her. Her smile told me that women are women and that Gloria Steinem and Alice Walker are something entirely different.

 Many years before my father’s death I asked him how he could have five children and be so damned selfish. His answer was so utterly repulsive that I realized he too was something entirely different.

I can attest to the magnificence of loving your children. I have four myself and they truly are the greatest, most gratifying experience of my entire life. I look at the daunting responsibility of raising these now young adults and realize two things. My kids have taught me how to be a better adult and we have taught each other how to be loving people.

Alice Walker is alone, my father died alone and all of those people who miss the beauty of life because of who they are…their all alone too. This is why they support what they support. It makes no sense but then again, I have been writing about these people for years. I understand how you live Rebecca Walker; your child will love you back!