Henry Rollins trolls Robin Williams and people with depression with ‘Fuck Suicide’ essay

He says he can't take anyone seriously if they purposely abandon their life

Posted 22nd August 2014 in News | By Clickmusic News Desk
Henry Rollins trolls Robin Williams and people with depression with ‘Fuck Suicide’ essay

Musician Henry Rollins has written a controversial piece as part of his LA Weekly column about the suicide of Robin Williams. In 'Fuck Suicide', the spoken word artist and former Black Flag member praises Robin's talent as an actor, but goes on to describe the tragic suicide as awful and traumatic before suggesting that it was a selfish decision to "voluntarily void" his life.

While admitting that he didn't know Robin or understand his suffering, Henry goes on to write that anyone with children waives their right to take their own life.

But I simply cannot understand how any parent could kill themselves.

How in the hell could you possibly do that to your children? I don’t care how well adjusted your kid might be — choosing to kill yourself, rather than to be there for that child, is every shade of awful, traumatic and confusing. I think as soon as you have children, you waive your right to take your own life. No matter what mistakes you make in life, it should be your utmost goal not to traumatize your kids. So, you don’t kill yourself.


While Henry touches upon some compassionate sentiments for those suffering with depression, he quickly negates them by admitting that he treats those who take their own life with disdain.

When someone negates their existence, they cancel themselves out in my mind. I have many records, books and films featuring people who have taken their own lives, and I regard them all with a bit of disdain. When someone commits this act, he or she is out of my analog world. I know they existed, yet they have nullified their existence because they wilfully removed themselves from life. They were real but now they are not.

I no longer take this person seriously. I may be able to appreciate what he or she did artistically but it’s impossible to feel bad for them. Their life wasn’t cut short — it was purposely abandoned. It’s hard to feel bad when the person did what they wanted to. It sucks they are gone, of course, but it’s the decision they made. I have to respect it and move on.


He concludes the essay with a simple message that those who choose to commit suicide dishonour those who are murdered in cold blood every day.

Almost 40,000 people a year kill themselves in America, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. In my opinion, that is 40,000 people who blew it.

Fuck suicide. Life isn’t anything but what you make it. For all the people who walked from the grocery store back to their house, only to be met by a robber who shot them in the head for nothing — you gotta hang in there.