A couple of my friends wanted to know what my thoughts were on regarding Michael Jackson's recent death.
Poor man. Let me tell you the story of where I was when he passed away. I was sitting at my computer when the twittersphere went abuzz with "Michael Jackson's Dead?!" messages. I thought it was another terrible rumour until I tuned into the BBC/CBC to check it out.
And then I made the mistake of tuning into CNN. At some point during the whole deluge of newsbits, came Larry King, who instantly started up on all of the various court cases that Jackson was involved in, and how he was there during the scandals, both earlier and later in his career and during that baby dangling incident. There were others too.
Now I know I'm propagating just what I'm about to trash, but it's to make a point. I thought to myself, would I want someone talking about how I went street-rat crazy after I died? Probably not. Would we talk about family and friends in a similar manner? Probably not. We would be either happy or sad that they passed away. Happy if they had a life of pain. Sad because we'd miss them.
We owe Michael Jackson just that same respect. Just because everything he did was under the spotlight, doesn't mean we have to forget that he was a formidable entertainer and a wonderful musician. Even when I lived in East Africa, everyone in the country knew his name. That's speaking to something.
When i think of MJ, my first thoughts are of his music. Not of the various allegations against him. I think we owe him just that much. When anyone passes away, we need to give them that benefit of having to rest in peace. Soon enough, we'll be joining them :)
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