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A life wasted on controversies

People say Michael Jackson was ugly, a child abuser, a pervert... Even though I didn't know much about his life earlier, as was my wont, I gave him the benefit of doubt saying no human being is entirely bad. Those who talk of him, mostly derogatively, know nothing about him other than his choice of dress, his much-hyped face and the controversies on child abuse.
Of course, we gullible public believe the media and what it chooses to tell us. And it chose to tell about Michael's devil side (?) hiding his angel face very effectively. How many of us know that he broke sweat to help the underprivileged children around the world? That he supplied food to them, gave them medicines, entertained them, made their lives much easier? How many of us arm-chair debators know he founded Heal the World Foundation? Poured millions of dollars from most of his events and albums to poor children? And almost went bankrupt because of it? How would I, you, feel when we are not believed by the whole world despite what we do and are pushed away? No wonder he was eccentric.
In the glittering world of wealth and power, its common that celebrities indulge in strange habits, there are more perverts in our surroundings, who would be dangerous given a chance. People should have understood him atleast through his songs which were beautiful. A pervert, an ignorant, uncompassionate, abusive person cannot write what Michael Jackson has written. The songs are his plea to the whole world.
In an Oxford speech Jackson spoke rhetorically of his children, "What if they grow older and resent me, and how my choices impacted their youth?...Why weren't we given a normal childhood like all the other children? And at that moment I pray that my children will give me the benefit of the doubt. That they will say to themselves: Our daddy did the best he could, given the unique circumstances he faced. I hope that they will focus on the positives things, on the sacrifices I willingly made for them..." I salute the emotional human being that Michael Jackson was. Read what he said: "In a world filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair, we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we must still dare to believe.”
“If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.”

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