There are events that mark a lifetime, and this is what happened to Will Smith with some scenes from his childhood. His father, now deceased, abused the actor’s mother for years, who witnessed several episodes of violence. This is how his memoirs collect it, which will be published on November 9, and of which People has posted a sneak peek.
The 53-year-old actor you would like not to remember some moments of your childhood, who lived with her father, William Carroll Smith Sr .; his mother, Caroline Bright and his three brothers in Philadelphia (USA). “My father was violent, but he was also in every play and recital. He was an alcoholic, but he was sober in every premiere of each of my films,” Smith advances in his text.
“He listened to every record. He visited every studio. Same intense perfectionism as terrorized his family put food on the table every night of my life, “he adds before sharing an unpleasant experience that, he confesses, left scars for the future.
“When I was nine years old, I saw my father hit my mother on the side of the head so hard that he collapsed. I saw her spit blood. That moment in that room, probably more than any other moment in my life, has defined who I am, “says the actor, who suffered a trauma from that.
So much so that he is still martyred for it: “Within everything I’ve done since then; the awards and accolades, the spotlights and the attention, the laughs and the characters, there has been a subtle chain of apologies to my mother for me. inaction that day. The moment. For not facing my father. ” His figure as a joking and smiling actor, he says, it is simply a shell to cover the “coward.”
Those thoughts even made him consider ending his father’s life. Of course, that idea came to him many years later, when his parents had already divorced in 2000. Will Sr had cancer, and his son He had a dark reflection one day while taking care of him.
“One night, as I delicately carried him out of his bedroom into the bathroom, a darkness arose within me. The path between the two rooms runs at the top of the stairs. As a child, I always told myself that one day I would avenge my mother. That when I was old enough, when I was strong enough, when I was no longer a coward, I would kill him”, move on about it.
“I stopped at the top of the stairs. I could push it down and get away with it easily, “notes the artist,” as the decades of pain, anger and resentment faded, I shook my head and proceeded to take him to the bathroom. “
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