No, I really don’t think we have the right to judge, but we do anyway. It’s important. It’s always a shocking act. I think it depends on the circumstance surrounding the suicide.
Take Clarence Hemingway, Ernest Hemingway’s father. Here was a man, a successful doctor who had always provided well for his family, but in 1926 began having health and financial problems. I believe it was diabetes, for which there was no insulin for yet. So, I imagine he felt tired all the time, hungry, and probably depressed. As a doctor, he knew there was no cure and it would only get worse. He shot himself in 1928 with the same weapon his father-in-law attempted to shoot himself with thirty years before.
Ernest Hemingway thought this was the height of cowardice and is said to have never forgiven his father. But in 1961, after suffering for years with non-insuliin dependent diabetes, high blood pressure that may have resulted in erectile dysfunction, the effects of years of drinking, including depression and the effects of a serious plane crash and burns seven years before, he took his own life like his father, only he used a shotgun.
Hemingway’s third wife, journalist Martha Gelhorn, after a spectacular 60 year career as an international travel journalist and war correspondent, at 89 years old, nearly completely blind and suffering from end-stage ovarian cancer, committed suicide in 1998.
Hemingway’s sister Ursula, a professor at he University of Hawaii, committed suicide when she went into end-stage cancer.
Hemingway’s brother, Leicester, sfter having one leg amputated due to advanced diabetes, was scheduled to have the other amputated when committed suicide in 1982 by shooting himself like his brother and father.
Hemingway’s first wife’s father, committed suicide in 1903 over financial difficulties.
Hemingway’s grandaughter, Margaux Hemingway, a successful supermodel and budding actress, developed a substance abuse problem, suffered from clinical depression, and the night before the 35th anniversary of her famous grandfather’s suicide in 1996, ate a bottle of barbiturates.
I think we all judge, we can’t help it. It frightens us, so we think about it when it happens. Some of us, like Ernest Hemingway himself, might say that all suicides are cowardly acts, and therefore unforgivable by his standards. Some of us might consider the cases of terminal cancer a bit differently than those suicides listed as merely due to financial difficulties. Each one of us judge differently. Even withholding judgement is a judgement.
I used to judge Ernest Hemingway sharply. I didn’t the way he did it at all. His house at the time had thick woods behind it and he could have easily gone out there to do eat his shotgun, but instead waited for his wife to go shopping in town, then sat on the floor in the entryway opposite the front doorway where he knew that she would be walking through when she returned, then he blew his brains out all over the place. I always thought that was the most cowardly Hemingway suicide of all. But nowadays, I don’t know.
But I don’t think any of us should bullshit ourselves, either. We all judge.