Chasing Shadows in the Death of Robin Williams
I hate writing about this. You have no idea how much I hate writing about this.
Here at the Tatler, I tend to avoid writing anything about celebrity deaths. It's not a policy, just a preference. Others cover them as news, but I generally avoid them.
We all die. It's the human condition. Celebrities aren't worth any more than the rest of us. That's just a fact. Writing about their deaths feels ghoulish to me, as if I'm going for hits off their demise.
When we write about celebrity deaths, we just tend to get it all wrong. They are not worth any more than the rest of us, just because they happened to have become famous in life. But to some extent, their deaths become milestones in our lives because we enjoyed what they brought to us, or we appreciated something about them at some point in our lives. Their passing takes a little of us with them, because they made us laugh, wrote and sang our favorite songs, made that movie or wrote that book that had such an impact on our lives. Without ever meeting us, they touched us in some way, so we will miss them.
But with Williams' apparent suicide after battling depression, some things need to be said.
First, I didn't know him. Never met him. I'm not sure we were ever even in the same state. I had no idea he was battling depression. All I knew is that he was a man with almost alien talent and a mind that must have whirred at a billion RPMs. That had to be a blessing and a curse at the same time.
From Mork and Mindy to Aladdin to his more serious work, as an actor he had an incredible range. The same maniac who spun up on Johnny Carson played the wise, unruly teacher in Dead Poets Society. I identified with his Good Morning, Vietnam character both because that character, Adrian Cronauer, and I went to the same military tech school (DINFOS, then at Fort Benjamin Harrison in Indiana), and because he played something I was for a while -- a military broadcaster deployed overseas. I don't think anyone else on earth could have played that role. It certainly wouldn't have been the same film with anyone else in that role.
After news of his death broke, the Academy tweeted this.
Genie, you're free. pic.twitter.com/WjA9QuuldD
— The Academy (@TheAcademy) August 12, 2014
On a first glance it's touching, and for that reason it has gone viral. But it's wrong.
Williams is free of his depression now, and as a Christian he is in a better place, but the message it sends is that suicide is a way out, a way to freedom. That is a terrible message to send. Many who may be contemplating suicide right now are not clinically depressed. For them, suicide is still very much a choice. No one should provide any encouragement to make the wrong choice. That isn't what the Academy intended, of course. They had the best of intentions.
Matt Walsh writes that Williams did not die from suicide, but from choice. He chose suicide, says Walsh.
It's surely true that some -- most? I have no idea -- who commit suicide choose it. I once found myself talking a friend out of taking his own life. It was a long time ago, practically a lifetime. I'm hardly even the same person I was then. That friend chose wisely and did not take that final, horrible act. He was not clinically depressed. He suffered from self-importance and angst, was angry with a God he claimed not to believe in, and a whole lot else, but clinical depression wasn't part of the equation.
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