It's like this post by Kit Duncan could predict my immediate future. I am really struggling to separate the artist from the man at this moment. Because make no mistake, I am a huge fan of some of Gibson's film work. Why must the trifecta of talent, wealth and good looks happen to the so ill deserving?
As with anyone enduring shame, I look to the past for any obvious signs that I should have known. Of course there was the 2007 drunken, anti-Semitic rant incident, which was disgusting and gave Gibson's thriving Hollywood career a much deserved kick in the nutsack. But I truly didn't grasp the level of this man's depravity until the details of the filthy, violent, racist rants against the mother of his 8-month old daughter became public. It isn't that he wasn't a jerk before, but it is one thing to yell obscenities and quite another to threaten to bury the mother of your child in the rose garden, after you have apparently also knocked her teeth out.
What's going on here? I don't think I can ever watch another Gibson film again. He is sick. I am anti-violence in general, but I wish that we could run Mel through the tortures that every minority group in the world has been made to endure: lynching, gas chambers, untouchability, and every other form that you can imagine. I think it is his enraged arrogance, the pure effrontery at daring to be challenged that I hate the most. But I must try not to let his hate become mine.
Now that I have purged, he deserves to be forgotten. I hope Oksana and her daughter are somehow able to do the same.