COMMENT: Everyone loves a villain. A Machiavellian figure we can collectively hate without remorse. It's so much easier when people neatly fit into the boxes of good and bad. Who wants to deal in shades of grey when easy, unmitigated condemnation is an option?
Unfortunately, though good and bad may be useful touchstones, they're rarely sufficient to capture the reality of the human experience. In truth, we all exist somewhere on the continuum between the two, fluidly shifting closer to one or the other and back again. We've all done things we're not proud of, and we've all tried, at one point or another, to be decent and upstanding.
Jami-Lee Ross is no different. Undoubtedly, he has acted in ways that have hurt people. Badly. I won't rehash the details of his conduct, both because I'm not in the habit of kicking someone while they're down, and out of respect to the women who he has harmed (and yes, it is possible to hold both of those positions simultaneously), but it's fairly likely he will look back on some of the decisions he's made in the past few years with regret.
I have seen Ross called a number of things over the past few weeks. I've read armchair speculations about what particular mental disorder he may be suffering from. I've seen people weaponise his mental distress to discredit him, playing into old and damaging stigmas. Simon Bridges, upon announcing Ross was taking personal leave a few weeks ago (an unusual and arguably insensitive announcement in itself), described his mental health issues as embarrassing. It was only the beginning of a tidal wave of comments that seemingly propelled empathy around mental health back at least a few decades.
In the light of all that, I have found myself feeling sympathy for Ross. Having your very public meltdown broadcast to the nation, being sectioned, having "friends" speak to the press about said sectioning, and having strangers call for the public release of your private medical information, as if your darkest moments were public property … I wouldn't wish such a thing on my worst enemy. No one deserves that.