Amy Winehouse. To most of us who are less musically inclined, we knew her for the supposedly stupid, insane antics that she did. The funny, sometimes frightening faces she made, which the gossip media readily lapped up and dished it out to us. And we morbidly chuckled.If most of us reading about the death of Amy Winehouse, say, "The mad, weak woman was asking for it." Then it sets off alarms bells ringing. We are becoming too dehumanised. Worse still, too ruthless and "tough" for our own good.
Amy Winehouse was a drug-addict. True. May be she was weak. May be true again. But when her father goes on national TV telling the world that the doctors have told her to quit drugs or die; it leaves a bad taste in the mouth. One expects a father to be more caring. And if he couldn't do be that; at least shut his mouth and not crave publicity.What else happens when one has such heartless, insensitive parents? Many of us have such fathers. And mothers. And families like that. They will understand what I am saying.
Amy Winehouse craved love. She did not get it from her parents. Nor from her lovers.The seeds of destruction perhaps lay in the genes since her birth. Or or as homeopaths say she had too many of the destructive miasms in her. May be she had a bad upbringing. A very unhappy childhood. Childhood casts long shadows on later life.
Amy, we are sorry if we laughed at your misery when you lived. May you rest in peace. And may God make us a little kinder. So that many more Amy Winehouses do not come to a tragic end in the future.
