article on Sam Sr:
http://www.nytimes.com/2014/02/12/s...challenge-than-coming-out-as-gay.html?hp&_r=1
The article doesn't bring him up again after that.
tough life though
(from right before in the article)
As bizarre as it sounds considering what I posted above, I can understand (somewhat) his father's reaction here.
Anyone 30 and over grew up in an era when homosexuality was taboo. It wasn't discussed, it wasn't accepted, it wasn't anything. Anyone 18 and under probably has no concept of this. Anyone between 19-29 is probably on both sides, probably having a parent or older sibling that has some issue, and friends or younger siblings that don't.
Any person who acts as a mentor for kids develops a certain unique type of relationship. Parents have them with their kids, coaches have them with their players, older siblings have them with their younger siblings, trainers have them with employees, etc. I don't have kids, but I have coaching, sibling, and training experience. When you're in a position of leadership and authority over someone that you're molding into whatever, you have an idea of what you'd like for them to look like by the time they're ready to be on their own. And if the person you're mentoring and leading ends up different, particularly a lot different, from your expectations, it can be extremely difficult.
I've coached a few kids who should have ended up in D-1 college football. A couple of them ended up injured and couldn't continue playing. But the others...it
hurt. It hurt to see guys with such potential come up short. The one who wouldn't stick with an offseason training program. The one who burned out and quit. The one who wouldn't absorb the playbook. The one who was just lazy as all hell. Every single one of these hurt because I could see the big picture; I could see the talent and the necessary steps to get there, and could only conclude (rational or otherwise) that
I must be at fault. I was too hard on the one who burned out. I was too soft on the lazy one. I wasn't able to get through to the one who wouldn't work out. I wasn't able to teach the one who couldn't figure a very basic playbook out.
In any of these experiences, of course, I can only view things through my own lens. I can look back on my own playing career and see what I did wrong and realize my own mentality, and there's something so frustrating and painful about seeing someone that you care about repeat the same mistakes. It's why parents get so frustrated with teenagers.
Now, consider Michael Sam's father. He grew up in an era where the biggest taboo was homosexuality. He undoubtedly had it drummed into his head from the time that he was young that certain things weren't acceptable: playing with GI Joe is fine, playing with Barbie isn't. Playing football is fine, playing chess is getting into dangerous territory. Listening to rock and roll was fine, listening to showtunes was grounds to get your ass beat. It was thought that hanging around with mother made effeminate sons.
So when his son called him up and said "Dad, I'm gay", it went beyond a simple phone call that acknowledged his preference. It was undoubtedly some type of injuring, some type of wounding, on a very visceral level. And it would bring up the same type of thoughts I had about the failed prospects I coached:
I did something
wrong here. My perfect project has fallen away from my expectations, therefore
I must have done something to fail him. And, lacking the ability to process and handle something that egregious, there's no other choice (in his mind) but to step away and withdraw.
I was fortunate that my parents' attitude toward my brother was more along the lines of whatever brings him happiness is fine because he's their son. Not every parent or sibling or family member reacts like that, and for the time period, it was a significant rarity. But I can't go beating up on people who hold the older viewpoint; it will die out in short order, but to simply castigate someone for this viewpoint without considering the very atmosphere that he grew up in does nothing positive. I don't need to beat up on him to prove that I'm more "tolerant" or "enlightened", nor does anyone else.