Throw Man-Hating Mothers Under the Bus

"Nonchaloir"

John Singer Sargent

1911

All text sourced from

The Unknown History of MISANDRY

 FACTS which contradict what is taught in the universities and which even run counter to the assumptions made by critics of misandry.

 

Among my acquaintances is a piteous old man, who is dying of a broken heart because his wife has alienated the affections of his only child from him.

 

 

This father belongs in the ranks of those who earn their bread by the sweat of their brows. Life has been hard to him, but the one rose that has bloomed along his arid pathway has seen his little daughter, and he has found no toil too hard to keep her soft and safe, no sacrifices too great to make to give her a fine education.

 

 

While the girl was little she was a joy to him as she cuddled in his arms and pressed her rosy little cheek to his worn one, but as she has grown older her mother has weaned her away from her father and taught her to look with contempt upon him, so that now she treats him with coldness and neglect, and pays him not so much attention as she would to a faithful old workhorse.

 

 

And it has turned the father’s world to dust and ashes.

 

 

One would think that a woman who turns her children against their father and robs him of their love must be a fiend incarnate. She would be if she committed the crime deliberately, but she does it without realizing what a terrible thing she is doing, or how far-reaching and disastrous are its consequences.

 

 For many other women are guilty of this same offense. Occasionally a mother weans her children away from their father through a morbid jealousy. She wants to be all in all to them. She cannot bear for them to love anyone else, not even their father, as well as they love her. She is filled with torturing fear that they may even prefer their father to her, as children often do if left to follow unhampered their own impulses."

 

 

Dorothy Dix, “Teaching Children to Despise Father.” syndicated (Wheeler Syndicate, Inc.),

Sep. 14, 1919, part III, p. 28

 

 

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Mother is so determined that her children shall love her best and regard her as the source of all their pleasures that she does father the great injustice of making him appear a hard and grinding tyrant, or a tightwad, or a killjoy who doesn’t make any effort to make the children happy. Mother doesn’t teach the children to go at once to their father for what they want in the sure belief that if he can possibly grant their requests he will do so.

 

 

She represents herself as the intermediary who persuades him into gratifying the children's wishes. "I'll see if I can't persuade your father to let you go.” “I’ll try to get your father to give it to you,” et cetera, et cetera. And so poor father gets none of the reward and love and gratitude from his children that he has earned by his endless sacrifices for them.

Dorothy Dix, “Fathers Have Right to Love of Children; Dorothy Dix Says That Jealousy Endangers Home Life,” syndicated, The Fresno Bee (Ca.), Feb. 20, 1936, 7-A

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Once in a while one meets a mother with sufficient sense of fairness to realize that because she can’t get along with her child’s father, this constitutes no reason why there should not be devotion between the father and child. Ordinarily, however, one finds the feminine parent doing everything in her power to poison the child’s mind against the other parent. The mind poisoning goes on at a vicious rate when father and mother have come to the parting of ways.  And it goes on in ratio to the mother’s own fault in the domestic upheaval. Women have a remarkable penchant for absolving themselves from every particle of blame in the event of domestic strife. Regrettably, when the man has taken all he can stand and departs, sympathy is on the woman’s side, no matter what her status as a wife and parent.

 

 

[Doris Blake, “Mother Is Unfair to Poison Child’s Mind Against Dad,” Chicago Daily Tribune (Il.), Mar. 9, 1936, p. 17]

 

 

 

Mary Ann Cotton
She’s dead and she’s rotten
She lies in her bed
With eyes wide open.
Sing, sing, oh, what can I sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.
Where, where? Up in the air
Sellin’ black puddens a penny a pair.

Mary Ann Cotton
She’s dead and forgotten,
She lies in a grave with her bones all-rotten;

Sing, sing, oh, what can we sing,
Mary Ann Cotton is tied up with string.

 

 

Further Resources:

A Voice for Men

Humanist Counter-theory in the Age of Misandry