“My father? I never knew him,” Eminem once lamented. “Never seen a picture of him.” His father’s absence drove much of the Detroit rapper’s work and life.
Anyone who’s ever had a violent or abusive father would tell Eminem he was lucky.
For the rest of us who have fathers who did their best to raise and love us, we’re the lucky ones. Indeed, it may be the greatest privilege no one in America is talking about: “The Father Privilege.”
I’m one of the privileged ones. Growing up, my dad was very present. He provided for us. Put a roof over our heads. Put food on the table. And he expected things of us. He expected us to do our best. To be good students. Good people.