The men who stepped in. The men who showed up.
In the particular silence left by a father's absence, a boy's future often hangs in the balance — shaped not by what was lost, but by who chooses to step forward. On Father's Day, commentator Charles Blow turned his attention to Son of a Saint, a New Orleans organization founded in 2011 to surround fatherless boys with the kind of structured, sustained male presence that can redirect a life. Drawing from his own childhood — his father consumed by alcoholism, his formation entrusted to grandfathers, uncles, and coaches — Blow found in this organization a living argument that community, when it organizes itself with intention, can answer even the deepest human voids.
- Boys whose fathers have died or been incarcerated carry an invisible wound that, left unattended, quietly shapes every dimension of their development.
- Son of a Saint doesn't offer a single mentor and call it enough — each boy receives a full case team coordinating his academic progress, emotional health, and sense of self.
- In a wellness class Blow observed, teenage boys competed in teams while openly discussing mental health, free from the shame that a distorted masculinity so often imposes on vulnerability.
- Twins Michael and Robert, who lost their father three years ago, described summer camps that cracked open their sense of what was possible — the kind of horizon-widening that grief alone cannot provide.
- When asked how they mark Father's Day, nearly every boy in the program gave the same answer: they spend it with their mentors — men who transformed a day of absence into one of presence.
Charles Blow carries the memory of a father who was there and wasn't — a man whose alcoholism made him a disruption rather than an anchor. What saved Blow was a constellation of other men: grandfathers, uncles, neighbors, coaches who moved into the space his father left and offered steady presence, quiet correction, living example. He survived because others showed up.
This Father's Day, Blow found himself thinking about the boys who don't have that constellation — whose fathers are gone by death or locked away by incarceration. That thinking led him to Son of a Saint, founded in New Orleans in 2011 by Bivian "Sonny" Lee III, whose own father played for the Saints before dying when Sonny was three. Rather than be defined by that loss, Lee built an organization to transform it into purpose.
When Blow visited the group's headquarters in the Bayou St. John neighborhood, he found something more ambitious than mentorship alone. The beautifully renovated building hums with cooking classes, gatherings, and meetings — but the deeper architecture is more intricate. Each boy receives not just a mentor but an entire case team, coordinated to address his grades, his emotional life, and his sense of himself in the world.
In a wellness class, teenage boys competed in teams while learning about their own mental health — openly, without shame, without the suffocating weight of a masculinity that punishes vulnerability. They were beaming. Blow sat with 16-year-old twins Michael and Robert, who had joined three years earlier after losing their father. They lit up describing the summer camps the organization had funded, the kind of experience that opens a boy's sense of what's possible.
When Blow asked how they marked Father's Day, nearly every boy gave the same answer: with their mentors. For them, it was not a day of absence but of presence — the presence of men who understood that a boy needs to be seen, to be guided, to know that someone believes he can become something whole.
Charles Blow knows the particular silence that follows a father's absence. When he was five, his parents separated. What remained of his father after that fracture was consumed by alcoholism—a man who materialized without warning in the dead of night, loud and reeking, disrupting the fragile peace his mother had built. Blow could have been lost in that void. Instead, he was surrounded. Grandfathers and uncles, neighbors and coaches moved into the space where his father should have been, offering the steady presence, the quiet correction, the living example of what a man could be. He survived because other men showed up.
Now, as a political commentator reflecting on Father's Day, Blow finds himself thinking about the boys who don't have that constellation of support. He thinks about the ones whose fathers are gone not by choice but by death, or locked behind prison walls. He thinks about the hole that leaves, and he thinks about what it takes to fill it.
That thinking led him to Son of a Saint, a New Orleans organization founded in 2011 by Bivian "Sonny" Lee III. Lee's own father played for the Saints before dying when Sonny was three years old. Rather than let that loss define him, he decided to make it his life's work to transform the lives of boys like the one he had been. The organization serves boys whose fathers have been taken from them by death or incarceration—the ones in even greater need than Blow himself had been.
When Blow visited the group's headquarters in the Bayou St. John neighborhood earlier this month, he found something more ambitious than simple mentorship. The building, beautifully renovated into a community center, hums with activity. There are cooking classes that the boys genuinely love. There are meetings and gatherings. But the real architecture of the program is more intricate: each boy receives not just a mentor but an entire case team, people coordinated to address every dimension of his life—his grades, his emotional landscape, his sense of himself in the world.
In a wellness class Blow observed, teenage boys competed in teams while learning about their own mental health, doing so without shame, without the suffocating weight of a distorted masculinity that punishes vulnerability. They were beaming. Blow sat with 16-year-old twins Michael and Robert, who had joined the program three years earlier, after their father died. They lit up describing the summer camps in the Northeast that the organization had funded for them, the kind of experience that opens a boy's sense of what's possible.
When Blow asked the boys how they marked Father's Day, nearly all of them gave the same answer: they celebrated with their mentors from the program. The men who stepped in. The men who showed up. For these boys, Father's Day wasn't a day of absence. It was a day of presence—the presence of men who understood that a boy needs more than a paycheck or a name. He needs to be seen. He needs to be guided. He needs to know that someone believes he can become something whole.
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A constellation of other men stepped into the void he left—grandfathers and uncles, neighbors and coaches providing the guidance and correction, the modeling of composure and possibility that boys need.— Charles Blow, describing his own childhood
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You grew up without your father present, but you had other men around you. How much of what you became depended on that luck?
Almost everything. I had no blueprint from my father, so I needed other men to show me what was possible, what composure looked like, what it meant to be steady. Without them, I could have internalized the message that I was unworthy of care.
And that's what drew you to Son of a Saint—the recognition that not every boy has that luck?
Exactly. These boys have lost their fathers to death or prison. The hole is deeper, the absence more absolute. But the need is the same. They need men to believe in them.
The organization provides case teams, not just mentors. Why is that distinction important?
Because a boy's life isn't compartmentalized. He can't succeed academically if he's drowning emotionally. He can't heal if no one's helping him navigate school or housing or his own sense of self. A case team means someone is looking at the whole person.
You observed a wellness class where boys talked openly about mental health. That seems radical in the context of how boys are usually raised.
It is. We teach boys that strength means silence, that vulnerability is weakness. But these boys were learning that understanding yourself is actually the foundation of strength. They were free to be human.
What did the twins tell you about the camps?
Their faces changed when they talked about it. They'd been to the Northeast, seen different possibilities, experienced being invested in. That's what mentorship really is—it's someone saying, "Your life matters enough for me to spend time and resources on it."