A reflection on the death of Robin Williams
(and a possible introduction to a sermon on Matthew 15:21-28)
by Magdalena I. García
On August 11, 2014, Robin Williams, an American actor and comedian who had
struggled with depression throughout his life, as well as with cocaine and alcohol addiction, was found
dead after committing suicide by hanging himself. Williams was 63, and he died at
his home in Paradise Cay near the town of Tiburon, California.
His successful career included multiple awards and such acclaimed films as The World According to Garp (1982), Good Morning, Vietnam (1987), Dead Poets Society (1989), Awakenings (1990), The Fisher King (1991), and Good Will Hunting (1997), as well as financial successes such as Popeye (1980), Hook (1991), Aladdin (1992), Mrs. Doubtfire (1993), Jumanji (1995), The Birdcage (1996), Night at the Museum (2006), and Happy Feet (2006).[1]
His successful career included multiple awards and such acclaimed films as The World According to Garp (1982), Good Morning, Vietnam (1987), Dead Poets Society (1989), Awakenings (1990), The Fisher King (1991), and Good Will Hunting (1997), as well as financial successes such as Popeye (1980), Hook (1991), Aladdin (1992), Mrs. Doubtfire (1993), Jumanji (1995), The Birdcage (1996), Night at the Museum (2006), and Happy Feet (2006).[1]
On the morning after his tragic death, the word of this untimely loss was
at the top of all newscasts. Newspaper headlines announced the tragedy, and reported progress
on the investigation to establish the official cause of his death. Radio talk shows replayed old interviews with Williams, and hosted
medical experts to discuss depression. Facebook was
inundated with images of his life and expressions of collective mourning.
And yet, this outpouring of emotion, appropriate as it may be, raises
questions about our society and its values. Why is it easier for us to be
overcome with grief at the isolated death of a celebrity than at the daily
killing of children and youth in our cities and in other parts of the world?
Why is a death in Hollywood more important than one in a suburb of St. Louis,
Missouri, or on the streets of Gaza? Why are some lives more valuable than
others?
Robin Williams was a funny man, no doubt about that. But the questions
raised by our reaction to his death are no laughing matter.
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