My Father Did Bad Things. I Still Believe He Was a Good Man.

Pop’s letters from Vietnam remind me how fiercely he fought his demons

Photos courtesy of Siobhan Adcock

My father was a good man. I really think he was. But when I was growing up, he was also violent. Frightening. Depressed. Alcoholic, and not in a fun-at-parties way. Often mean. Sometimes racist, as liberal, left-voting white people can casually…