I was not a Michael Jackson fan. I thought the man was wierd and pretty much a freak, and I admit, I judged him. I thought he was a wacko who dyed his skin white, made his kids wear masks and preyed on little boys. I wasn't alive during the whole Michael Jackson era, and I had never really listend to his music. It actaully wasn't until last year at camp that I had heard "Thriller" for the first time.
I remember Michael Jackson as the man who sounded like a female and was charged with molestation charges. I fell into the trap of believing what the media portrayed him to be. I was one of the people who made the "Wacko Jacko" jokes and made guesses on how real his nose was. Even today in the early parts of the memorial I was sort of hoping for him to jump out of the casket and yell, "HAHA GOT YOU!" and do the moon walk again. Because seriously, that would have been the best prank ever.
After watching his funeral today, perhaps I have changed my mind.
Seeing all these fans come out to support him got me interested. Who was this man that the people loved? Surely the public couldn't love a freak this much.
The first thing I did was go to iTunes and listen to clips of his songs, and then I Youtubed the videos. And for a week now, "Billie Jean" has been playing in my head nonstop.
I now realize why people cared so much about this man and his death. He really was an idol for these people and I could finally understand why he was mourned all over the world. The Michael I thought I knew, was really not him at all.
Apparently Michael Jackson was a person who had a huge heart and wanted the best for children. He may have been a freak, but he wanted to change the world for the better.
The moment that really made me realize the enormity of his death was at the end of his memorial when his 11 year old daughter Paris took the mic. I had seen it coming when his brother was speaking. I thought to myself, "surely this little girl won't speak about her father with all these people watching", but she amazed me and she did. And when she cried, I cried with her. I felt her pain and I just wanted to reach through the TV and give her a hug. Like her, I only have a dad, and like her my daddy is also the best in the world. I can't imagine how much pain those kids must be going though. Michael Jackson's children didn't care what color his skin was or whether or not his nose was real. He was their father and they loved him.
In a few days, or possibly weeks, the media will start to die down with the coverage of Michael Jackson's death. Tabloids will go back to covering Jon and Kate and CNN will no longer be giving constant coverage of the details surrounding this circus.
But for Michael Jackson's children, this tragedy in their lives will last forever. They are the ones who are really affected and need our thoughts and prayers more than ever.
For their sake, I honestly hope that Michael Jackson will finally be able to rest in peace.
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4 comments:
Michael was weird and at times I questioned his choices. But he made a huge impact on the music world. And I was a fan of his music. I had forgotten how much I loved his music until he died and I downloaded about 20 songs, that are my favorites. let me know if you want some more reccomendations. I also love "Scream" which he did with Janet!
I always stood up for Michael Jackson when anyone would judge him.
He was a great musician, and he meant so much to his fans and his family.
When little Paris took the mic, I got choked up listening to her. She was truly heartbroken.
You're wise beyond your years honey.
Oh, what a Michael Jackson fan I was. Made up dance moves to all his songs that I listened to on my cassette tape boom box.
I cried right along with Paris too. I was a big Michael fan when he was in his prime...I was just a child myself then. He changed alot of lives and had a big heart and that's what I hope he is remembered for.
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