Joe Loya

Here's what I mean by moral confusion, what most people don't have.

Certainly none of the kids and friends that I had growing up.

When one day I get beat up by these bullies at school, I come home.

My glasses are broken right here.

My sweater's all been torn up and everything.

Three guys just beat the hell out of me, right?

I come home and my dad is at the kitchen table with about five commentaries open because he has to give a sermon on Sunday.

He's studying the scriptures.

He's doing his hermeneutics.

He's finding out what's going on at that time in the Bible, at that particular time politically, geographically, like everything.

He wants to know that passage so he can preach it to you.

His boy comes in, broken glasses, torn up story.

What happened?

I said, I got beat up for that.

He comes over, slaps me, and he said, his son's not going to be a sissy.

He gets me in the car and says, I got to go fight.

We're going to find those three guys, and I got to fight them each individually.

This is what I mean by moral confusion.

We're not talking about...

oh, my dad, you know, he just raised his voice.