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+<br>What other men experience as dissatisfaction in my case turned to poison. Yet the common wisdom about fathers and sons frightens me, for I hear so often that history repeats itself, that I am destined to be like him. Now, at 35, I want to be sure that this does not happen. For me there is an urgency to being different from my father, a determination not to fail at it, that creates its own sort of tension. I take solace in the stories of men who defy the common wisdom, of men whose lives are very different from that of their fathers. I am not talking about ordinary teen-age rebellion, but rather a fundamental break with their fathers’ politics and worldviews, with how they treat their wives and children. Adam Hochschild’s father ran a mining conglomerate; he founded a muckraking magazine known for its exposes of corporate malfeasance. Shepherd Bliss and Mario Velasquez were groomed to become military officers; one became a leader of the men’s movement, the other worked for the opposition in his country’s bitter civil war.<br>
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+<br>Raised a communist at the height of the Cold War, David Horowitz became an outspoken conservative. To varying degrees, these men and I face a similar paradox: We loved, or still love, a man whose essence we reject. We have staked our lives on that rejection, fought a kind of revolution that lingers in our hearts and minds. But we are tied to our fathers by genetics and memory: No matter how cold or critical or even brutal these men were, they were our fathers. Our relationship to them is a private koan, irreducible and ultimately unknowable to anyone other than ourselves. "Why do you still see your father? " friends would ask me, years ago. "Because he is my father," I would answer, knowing that was not enough. I think of all this now for a simple reason. In the fall of last year, I became a father for the first time. Now I am forced to ponder the paradox from a different perspective.<br>