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This it the commentary at Michael Jackson’s video “They Don’t Care About Us”:
It’s an interesting video, but the message I get from it is centered
around his “I’m a victim of police brutality.” Michael Jackson was
no victim of anyone but himself and his inability to admit that he
was one fucked up individual. It’s a shocker that he died in this
fashion at this point in his life but I am certain that the families
of some small children are not entirely unhappy to see him gone.
He had a talent for music but his actions around small boys were
certainly questionable. Which makes the content and message in the
video also questionable.]
And this is my reply:
Certainly, you’re right. It’s sad to criticize a dead man
(“de mortuis nil nisi bene” or “de mortuis nil nisi bonum dicendum est”
- “No one can speak ill of the dead” – but also it’s an error
not to say the truth. I deliberate made this choice to point the sarcasm
between his incontestable musical endowment (not genius, he wasn’t “The King”
as it’s said, he wasn’t John Lennon) and his way of life.
A literary critic said that those who loved Percy Bysshe Shelley must bemoan his
death at 30 and those who loved George Gordon Byron must rejoice that he quit
at 36 because he would become a reactionary if he would live more.
I don’t agreed, but I’d say it’s sad that Lennon passed at 40 and it’s dismal
that Jackson lingered on beyond 25.