Michael Jackson has died of a heart attack. he was fifty. The same age as me.
He was a bit of a Peter Pan, always seeming young, despite the ghastly plastic surgery.
The last several years have been difficult for him, with accusations of child abuse followed by declining income.
People with high public visibility are easy targets. An accusation of child abuse is enough to destroy a career.
This gives money seeking predators enormous power. All that is needed is to arrange for a child to be alone with the star for a few minutes, and that is enough to have a basis for blackmail.
‘Give me $2 million or I’ll go to the police.’
Because there is no way to prove something did not happen, and people are so willing to believe the worst, it may seem easier for a high profile personality to pay the money. Then if that gets out, the celebrity magazines take it as proof of guilt.
Of course some celebrities really are drug abusing, child molesting monsters. I don’t think it is fair to Michael to assume he was – there is not enough evidence to make that judgment.
But there is enough evidence to be thankful for his contribution to music and dance.
It became fashionable to dislike his music after ‘Bad’ (which really wasn’t). But you only have to watch the videos of ‘Beat It’ (from ‘Thriller, the biggest selling album of all time) or ‘Black or White’ (the biggest selling single of the nineties), to realise that he was an entertainer who was genuinely creative, and genuinely entertaining.
Requiscat in Pace.