Every week in The Kiddy Pool, Erin Newcomb confronts one of many issues that parents must deal with related to popular culture.
I felt tremendous sadness when I learned of the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman. I could wax poetic about his brilliance as an actor and his contributions to contemporary American cinema, but I am not an astute film critic. Suffice it to say that I always found his characters compelling. I watch, like so many of his audiences, as an outsider, on the periphery of his performances which are themselves only part (albeit the most public part) of his life. I never knew him as a father or a friend or really anything more than a character on screen. I say that not to belittle his life and work but to put into perspective the only kind of grief I can express, that which is still removed, distant, vicarious.
I grieve for Philip Seymour Hoffman because my family tree contains more than a few addicts in varying stages of recovery. And that, too, is an outsider position. I cannot pretend to know the demons that addicts wage in their struggles to get and remain drug-free; I only know what it’s like to watch someone I love fight that battle, and to feel powerless because the addiction and the addict alike are outside of my control. In all of the articles I read following Hoffman’s death, I saw comment after comment about the actor leaving behind three children. Some of those commenters were angry, and I understand that anger even while I understand the seeming paradox of addicts who love their families and still use. I can only image how that love tears apart the addicts who simply cannot will themselves to stop.
In some sense, the plight of addiction reveals the loneliness of the human condition. Hoffman’s case gained national attention because of his celebrity status, but every relationship with an addict follows the same patterns of peripheral powerlessness. We stand outside, grieving, and observe. Perhaps Hoffman’s particular addiction reveals his wealth and celebrity status, but even without access to heroin, there are addicts everywhere, in all classes, fighting their demons. Yet the grace of God overflows, beyond the reach of those who watch helplessly on the sidelines, beyond the reach of the strongest demons, where love—at last—conquers all.