These photos of Michael Jackson remind me of all the people I’ve known who will never know how beautiful they are. While I’m thoroughly repulsed by the tabloid cover stories and salacious blog posts, the images from his childhood (which, in some sense, are images from the childhood I and so many others shared with him)are breaking my heart, and I’m not sure how to hold this sadness. I want to be cynical about this transition–I want to believe that I let go of him and all his strangeness years ago–but my feelings about him are more complex than I imagined. These pictures affirm for me that, even though the circumstances of his life may not have permitted him to feel it, he was a human being. I hope he is finally at rest. Thank you.
These photos of Michael Jackson remind me of all the people I’ve known who will never know how beautiful they are. While I’m thoroughly repulsed by the tabloid cover stories and salacious blog posts, the images from his childhood (which, in some sense, are images from the childhood I and so many others shared with him)are breaking my heart, and I’m not sure how to hold this sadness. I want to be cynical about this transition–I want to believe that I let go of him and all his strangeness years ago–but my feelings about him are more complex than I imagined. These pictures affirm for me that, even though the circumstances of his life may not have permitted him to feel it, he was a human being. I hope he is finally at rest. Thank you.
that last photo is classic
good night, mike…