Not the father nor the tyrant. But the little boy beneath the wreckage, the child that no one had protected. I wanted to save him, not from the world, but from himself. To cup that grief in my hands and wring the rage from it. To show he did not have to bleed on everyone to prove he was wounded. But trauma has roots and they tangle around your... See more

The Rage My Father Gave Me - New York Magazine