I often do not do follow-up posts because I write extensively about my subjects, and my position is usually clear and complete when I post a new topic for discussion. Tonight, I am however doing a follow-up post on Michael Jackson. I am not interested in giving you information about the details of programs leading to his burial. I am rather posting my sad feelings about media treatment of the great Michael Jackson even before he is buried.
Michael Jackson’s legacy is indisputable and unprecedented, and there is no disputing his powerful effect on the world. There has never been anyone who has changed the world through their talent like Michael, and for a long time, there will never by anyone else. Maybe it took his dying to get the media to finally put him upfront for everyone to see the limitless possibilities he’s left us with. While tens of millions around the world are mourning and celebrating this great American, the media is doing all it can to focus our attention on what they term was Michael Jackson’s “dark side.”
Today, I watched Rev. Sharpton and Rev. Jackson praise Michael for what he’s done for America and the world. Usher was also on Larry King Live via satellite, and what a refreshing feeling when even he reminded everyone to stop focusing on what they think Michael must have done wrong. Usher refocused the attention on mourning Michael, on comforting his family and his fans instead of focusing on what the media wants us to see as Michael’s weirdness. Every human being has the potential of being weird, especially so if you are a “Michael Jackson.”
Who does not have a dark side, I keep asking myself, and when did Michael Jackson proclaim to be a priest? He was a human being who was bigger than life, and like any human being, he was affected by those around him, and sometimes that effect was negative. So, what if Michael was not the most righteous person on earth? I beleive we should first bury him, comfort the grieving family members, praise him for what he’s left the world, and celebrate his greatness just as he is being celebrated around the globe. It is sad to know that Michael who has given so much to the world for more than four decades, from the cradle to the grave is still being destoyed even while his body is under investigation.
Michael transcended race, culture, geographical boundaries, and age. He was the greatest among his contemporaries, and unlike any other popular musical artist, Michael was loved by tens of millions in every part of the globe. And yet other artists who did not achieve as much as Michael, artists who were more drugged than Michael did not undergo the kind of scrutiny Michael is being put to even while he is yet to be buried.
Please let us celebrate Michael Jackson, the King of celebration and music, of language and dance, the power for innovation and style. Michael introduced dances and music with the diversity of performance that had never before been done. He was one of a kind, and deserves to be honored despite whatever imperfections he had. The greatest news for all of us is that no one is free of flaws. What we have done for other celebrities who were just as imperfect as Michael was, should be done also for Michael Jackson. Michael burst into the world through singing and dancing for us even as a child; let him leave in peace. Michael Jackson is forever, and his fans and family deserve to remember him for the great human being that he was. He lives forever!
Tears, Idle Tears
— by Lord Alfred Tennyson
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.
Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when unto dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
A Rose for Michael