I've stayed largely silent on the entire issue since Michael Jackson's unexpected death last week. But this latest news just makes me angry. According to CNN, Michael Jackson's body will return to his Neverland Ranch on Thursday morning for a public viewing Friday.
People have a wide range of emotions about Jackson. Some consider his contributions to American pop music comparable to Elvis, the Beatles. There are those who never stopped loving and admiring him. Then there are those who liked him for a time, maybe even years, but had to turn away when it all got a little too creepy.
In Mike Osegueda's tribute column, he says that when he thinks about Michael Jackson, he doesn't think about the performer. He thinks about the memories of things that happened in his life against the backdrop of Michael Jackson's music:
I think about riding shotgun in my mom's car while we sang along to "Billie Jean" playing in the cassette player.
I think about my dad playing "Thriller" and "Off the Wall" on his record player.
I think about going to the mall one day and coming home with a cassette copy of "Bad" -- one of the first pieces of music that was mine.
I think about how when my cousin died, "Rock With You" played at his funeral.
In no way do I mean to diminish the meaning of those memories for Mike or for all the people who have been devastated by Jackson's death. Believe me, I FULLY get the impact music can have on our memories.
I just know there are some memories that overshadow everything else. Memories that can poison a soul for a long, long time, muting music and everything good.
I believe Jackson was a child molester. Yes, he was never convicted, I know. I don't think most child molesters ever are.
A long time ago, someone touched my life the way Jackson touched the lives of his victims. That man died a few weeks ago. I've made peace with my memories. But new anger flares inside of me upon hearing that Jackson's body will be put on a pedastal one last time.
It makes me sick that his body will be put on display like royalty, like a dead president. No matter what his musical achievements may have been, I think his crimes overshadowed that part of his life.
May his victims rest in peace.
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