For all the people out there writing your teary missives on Facebook or Twitter about the death of Michael Jackson, can I remind you of something?
Michael Jackson was a child molester. And even on the very outside chance that he was not a sexual deviant, he was without a doubt a child interferer who’s illness led to the emotional damage of untold children. Untold only because he had the resources to ensure we’d never know the extent of his shame. So we could always keep a tiny doubt; or rather the tiny hope that he really was a good guy. I couldn’t give a shit if he wrote pop tunes, arias, symphonies, blockbuster movies or the Bible. He was a pederast and a predator. If he were anyone else, anyone that had done the things he’d done, we’d be having a fuckin’ party right now. But because he wrote some snappy tunes, was a celebrity and had a tragic public life we mourn him? You’re got this all wrong.
Any person that could do something so henious as interfere emotionally, sexually or in ANY way in the life of a child deserves nothing from us; give him the millstone and toss him in the ocean. But we’ve danced around him for years, so comfortable making jokes about his predilictions but never having the balls to come out and say “HEY! We ought to burn this motherfucker, not worship him!” And now that he’s gone, his death will shield him forever more. We can go on assuming whatever we want about him, trusting to blind faith that he really was OK and all those children were just after his money. It’s pathetic and you’re one of his apologists, you should be ashamed.
I’m not glad he’s dead. I would have much rather gotten a confession from him than have him gone. People who do terrible things should have to live with their guilt, assuming they have any.
Let’s use the moment of his passing to shed a tear for his victims; for they are his terrible legacy. Let’s hope they’re getting the help, love and support they need. Focusing on those children is the only decent way to mark the death of Michael Jackson.