It's not funny how easily people turn the table and talk well of a dead man, after haunting his life. So first off, let me confess that I'm not one of those people. Michael's shining star never extinguished in my eyes. He was a genius. He was an American icon, who sadly no longer felt welcomed in his own country. He changed the way people accepted music. He made music come alive. Videos were only still images before Michael came along. Choreography was just a simple one-two step. Michael was the music's version of Martin Luther King. He blended races with his talents, pressing crowds of white and black people together, who were so overwhelmed by his greatness that they felt compelled to cheer instead of scream. Yes, Michael did that! He made peace and love with heart piercing lyrics that made every person, at one time or another, look his or herself in the mirror to seek self correction. Yes, Michael did that, and that is what I chose to remember. Not the scandal. Not the physical transformations. Not the accusations or the lies. Not even the way he spun around the stage wearing that shiny glove. I've rather decided to remember that Michael was a man who worked to use his talent to heal the world, to bring people together, and to bring a smile to the sick. My only wish is that now that he's gone those who believe in his mission would do the same.
Well said!
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