I was in London when the King of Pop died. I was grateful to be in a place where the news was being covered in English. A memorial banner of sorts was spread out on the ground near Embankment, and some less than kind words were being scrawled on it. (I liked the masked bandit sketch here but don't know what the message is written across the mask. Anybody?)
This post isn't for opening a discussion about Michael Jackson's moral character. However I would like to take this opportunity to suggest the possibility of assuming the best about him. I'm sad that we live in a world where not only do we often assume the WORST of people, we actually like doing it.
In a strictly creative sense, MJ was an amazing artist. So today while his funeral service takes place, I just want to think back to when I cried my eyes out on my bus ride to school when I heard his hair had caught fire while filming his Pepsi commercial. I always loved his hair, especially the old photos of him as a child that have his afro backlit which made it glow. At one time he was just an ordinary little boy with extraordinary talent. Maybe we should all wear a sparkly glove on one hand today, even if it's only for a few minutes and nobody sees...
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