My Father’s Rage

In a commercial for the news I was told I’d see a father’s rage as he confronted in the court room the murderer of his daughter. What I saw was a man standing in the back of the court room scream maybe three or four incomprehensible words. It was really pathetic. We live in a society where people are expected to suppress anger. You are expected to keep it to yourself, obtain counseling, to undergo therapy, to learn to accept and move on. This is fine but before you do you need to experience your rage, to explore and embrace it in all its emotional richness, to revel in its liberating poignancy and to gather from it, strength and understanding of your own making. What can be seen with my father is a journey from murderous anger, torture slaying hatred to benevolent creativity. Hopefully my father’s own rage will inspire and help with your own journey.