I know Mel Gibson in both a professional and personal capacity. He’s done work with my company, he’s had dinner in my house. Our kids have gone through school together. Our sons have slept over one another’s house on countless occasions.
In the 13 years I’ve known him, never once have I seen or heard him demonstrate hatred of any kind. No racist jokes, no hidden innuendo. To the contrary, the guy I know is a man of heart, soul and overwhelming generosity. A dedicated family man and a passionate artist! A guy who balances the demands of a ridiculously public life with the pursuit of a normal and private one.
Mel Gibson’s struggle with addiction is no secret. But most people in recovery are able to struggle with their personal demons outside of the national spotlight. Not so in Mel’s case, and the recent frenzy surrounding his unfortunate relapse is as much a comment on our own perverse preoccupation with power and fame as it is with Mel’s predilections.
Mel Gibson has publicly apologized for his fall from grace. He has taken immediate steps to address his illness. And he has reached out to the Jewish community to help him understand why he said the things he did. These are not the actions of a hateful man. They are, however, consistent with the guy I’ve come to know and respect over these past years.
Eamon Harrington