As tragic as it is that Michael Jackson is dead let us not forget that his was only one of very many yesterday.
Each one was just as important as Jackson’s. Don’t get me wrong I liked his music. I don’t know how many times I have watched the video “Thriller” with delight. No matter who copied or parodied him, none were his equal. He was born into this world, one might think, for the express purposes of innovating music and dance. He did his piece, albeit at the end things got weird, and now he is gone. Where, I don’t care to judge. Let’s leave it at that.
Once again, he was not the only person that died yesterday. Yes, Farrah Fawcett died yesterday too. Her cancer story might even be regarded as far more tragic. Somehow her death has been pushed aside by the spotlight that now shines on Jackson. How about all those people who have never achieved celebrity or hero status (except in the hearts and minds of their family)? I bet if we were to open the obits in the local paper there would be a number of people whose lives lived should be celebrated; whose achievements improved their communities and professions. Where’s their spotlight?
Where’s the limelight for the many that are dispossessed, hungry, poor and persecuted? CNN reported that Jackson’s death almost caused the Internet to crash yesterday. You’ll never hear of calamity caused because some nobody was cold and hungry. I never understand what causes such outpouring of adoration that we give to celebrities. Apparently last night Larry King, the talk show host, said if you were astounded by the media coverage and gossip given to Anna Nicole Smith's death, you ain’t seen anything yet. Oh, I have to admit I did turn to CBC and CNN to confirm the Jackson tragedy when I first heard about it. Well, short of learning why he died let’s give him back to his family. End of story, literally and please.