Losing my father was bad. It was instant and brutal.
He went out like a king. I miss him every day, but he’d be proud of me fighting these bastards.
You are NOT a man until your father has died.
It was like losing a superhero. But he’d already given me his powers. Mental toughness. No fear. Every man needs a Dad like that to look up to.
It made it clear to me that I am no longer a student and it is time to become a teacher. When he was gone, I had to work harder to check my own thinking.
I’ve kept him alive by becoming so successful.
So, if you have ANY duty to your bloodline, ancestors, and family, how can you still play video games being a lazy piece of shit?
How my father is remembered is how I will be remembered as well. Because of this, my sons will understand morality and will not be pieces of shit.
My Dad would say, “I don't want to have to hit you, son. I like you. I actually love you. You're my firstborn son. I don't want to kick the fuck out of you, but I will. And you know I will”.
That's how he loved me.
Love to me was discipline and firm. If someone loved me, they cared about me enough to yell at me. That's how a man shows love, with discipline and boundaries.
I didn't have a childhood where I was hit all the time. But I was hit enough to know that I could get hit.
I think that's how a son should be raised.
If my son fucks with me, he will get hit. Because as a full-grown man, when you grow up, if you run your mouth, you get hit. If you get in a man's face and talk shit, you get hit.
It is my job to prepare my child for life. And in life as a man, there is a line that if you cross it, you get hit.
My father prepared me very ruthlessly for the real world. He never beat me out of anger.
He never beat me because he was a bad person. He never beat me because he was abusive. It was very logical.
It was very, “Son, I'm gonna prepare you for the world. I told you to do something and you think you know better. So now I'm gonna show you that when men reach an impasse, it becomes a physical confrontation.
We're gonna see how you can do. Turns out you couldn't do very well. So you're gonna do as you're fucking told”.
My Dad, Emory Tate, was a legend. A hero. A real man.
He raised us hard. No whining. No weakness. No excuses. Chess master and military man. He raised warriors. He taught me to never back down. I’m his son through and through. I carry his name with pride every damn day.
“Anybody who thinks they have children in my kids' league, tell me! I know we all truly love our kids. Still, I am certain mine are perfect.” - Emory Andrew Tate Jr.