On turning 60, George Washington wrote in letters to friends: “The time is not far distant when I must sleep with my Fathers.” I was a history student reading those words. My professors told me that Washington lacked Thomas Jefferson’s “peculiar felicity of expression.” Even though I was studying at Mr. Jefferson’s university, I found it hard not to feel the beauty of Washington’s words.
“Sleeping with my Fathers” was Washington’s poetic way of describing his own impending death. I read them rather more literally. They reminded me of my own father coming home day after day from his carpenter’s job. He would sit with me in our family’s TV room and tell me wonderful stories of his seagoing days. He had sailed to 47 countries before, during, and after World War II and he was a fount of knowledge about the wider world.
Sometimes, our story hour would turn into wrestling on the TV room floor. Pop would then tell me about the need to defend myself from neighborhood bullies and teach me some self-defense moves.
Not infrequently, we would fall asleep on that floor. We would only awaken when my mother would come in and yell, “Les, take a bath and come to supper.” My father always smelled of sweat and sawdust. It was an honest, sweet scent.
Pop was proud of his work. He could drive nails faster and more accurately than any man I’ve ever known. And he often worked high atop construction sites, as sure-footed as a Mohawk. His hammer would tap out a steady rhythm: “pop, POP, pop.” It was rare that a nail required more than three swings of his hammer.
Pop would only intervene in coming-of-age fights if the toughs ganged up on me, or if one of them threatened me with a knife. Then, he would march over to the gang leader’s house and tell his old man to come out. Pop would tell that father that if his son used a weapon or ganged up, he would “knock his block off.” He never had to back up his words with his fists. In those happy days, even the toughs had fathers in the home.
It’s painful for me to read every weekend the reports of murders in our inner cities. Emergency Rooms in our major cities see too much of the “rod and gun club” casualties. More than two-thirds of the teen murderers in our prisons are fatherless young men.
Liberal politicians and press lords focus on race, poverty, education, or other indicators, the so-called “root causes” of urban homicides. They want to target more federal programs to those mean streets. As if those streets don’t have targets enough.
Rarely do the pols and pundits acknowledge fatherlessness. My blue-collar neighborhood was no garden. I often had to fight. But there was a limit to the violence. Fathers like mine enforced that limit.
There’s another factor to consider when dealing with the sources of violence: religion. In their now classic study, “Who Escapes? The Relation of Church-Going and Other Background Factors to the Socio-Economic Performance of Black Male Youths from Inner-City Poverty Tracts,” Richard B. Freeman and Harry J. Holzer showed how some young men avoided entrapment in a host of destructive behaviors and attitudes. Church-going was then seen (1985) as a protection for vulnerable youth. The work of Family Research Council’s Marriage and Religion Research Institute (marri.org) powerfully reinforces the Freeman and Holzer’s conclusions.
When I first read those words of George Washington, that sweet reference to sleeping with his Fathers, my professors did not point out that those words were taken straight from Scripture. “So David slept with his Fathers and was buried in the City of David” (1 Kings 2:10, KJV). Washington’s readers would instantly have recognized the reference. For some years, it eluded me. Did that Bible reference also escape my learned teachers?
We are coming to the point - and may already have passed it - when Americans will no longer recognize what it means to sleep, or to wake, with our fathers. As Washington Post columnist Kathleen Parker acerbically writes, Father may be the new F-word.
The French understand what is at issue in the new laws abolishing mother and father in their legal code. “Everyone needs the love of a mother and a father,” said a 10-year-old marcher in one of their recent, massive Paris street demonstrations. As if he had uttered an obscenity, the YouTube video of the boy’s comments has since been removed.
Now that I have passed that meridian that George Washington called “the grand climacteric,” 60 years, I can affirm his words. I can appreciate what it means to sleep with our Fathers. I’m grateful for my own father, and for our country’s Founding Father. In speaking thus from Scripture, Washington was a model father and protector, a good and wise Grounding Father.
Robert Morrison is a senior fellow at the Family Research Council.
By Jim Sacia, State Representative, 89th District
See it all, do the best you can and move on! The gamesmanship the last two days of session was almost beyond comprehension. I don’t blame democrats, I don’t blame republicans. Those in power have so manipulated the system.
Here is an example: Senate Bill 20, a shell bill, meaning it had nothing in it other than “an act concerning government”, it languished until May 30 late in the afternoon when “bang” there it was on our computer, 305 pages offered by Majority Leader Currie. It was a combination of twelve bills, two that I support, seven that I strongly oppose, and three that I so needed more information than the three hours between appearance and voting. Only the old master, Speaker Madigan himself, could orchestrate such a mish mash, get all the necessary waivers and then ram it through. Without his kind of horsepower it simply could not happen. I have shared in the past how wrong, in my opinion, it is to have one person with that kind of power.
Here is some good stuff – a new fertilizer plant with 1500 jobs in Tuscola; there are farmland assessment changes supported by the Farm Bureau; but then comes the smelly stuff; move forward on construction of the Peotone Airport; in the future, leaking underground storage tanks (LUST) must be prevailing wage with project labor agreements. You need to read it all to get the full smell.
The great misfortune is that regrettably it puts democrats and republicans against each other, friend against friend, in these waning hours of the General Assembly. I, and many others, argued against this type of sham but there was little doubt that it would, and did pass.
I never lose sight of the great privilege of serving as your State Representative. Frustrations of course, elations absolutely! A bill that passed in the late hours of May 30, 2013 was SB1715 with complete bipartisan support, the Fracking Bill. Though opposition remained, even environmental groups supported the bill. How could that be? It happened because of lengthy negotiations with all organizations with an interest at the table – those in favor and those opposed. The bill was so well written that even those in opposition agreed that the bill made fracking, which is already going on in Illinois, so much better. It received 108 yes votes.
Concealed carry has passed in Illinois with 45 yes votes in the Senate and 90 in the House, certainly a significant majority in both chambers. The bill is on the way to the Governor in spite of Illinois Attorney General Lisa Madigan’s appeal to the 7th Circuit Court of Appeals to place a thirty day stay beyond the June 9, 2013 deadline to sign into law an acceptable concealed carry law. Some will never be satisfied with the bill, but even the NRA believes it is an acceptable bill.
Still no pension reform! We’ve just been downgraded again by the rating agencies for the tenth time since 2009. We are the worst of the worst in the nation costing you the taxpayers $17 million per day because of our inaction. Yes we should all be replaced.