Except, I hope he never has his Watergate Scandal. There needs to be more people like him. Our culture focuses so much on victim blaming, making excuses for the perpetrator, and trashing the women and men who try to speak out against these universal issues that sometimes we get tunnel vision. Sometimes, we need to refocus and look at the problem from a different perspective. Here’s one that makes me smile.
How can we change the definition of manhood so that men are not excused as the perpetrator and women are not blamed as the victim?
Please. Don’t ever sit down and shut up.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting —
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart’s deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!