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The Man in the Mirror: Remembering Michael Jackson

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Long before anyone could read into Michael Jackson's cubist,
etiolated face a work of performance art, the wounds of internalized
racism, or the excess of boredom and wealth, all those things that
would make us either look away or gawk, there was his voice.

The thing that Berry Gordy heard from the 10-year old boy was
"knowingness", he said, "feeling, inspiration, and pain". There was an
early protest song, "The Young Folks", that now seems telling. But as
time went on, Gordy and his songwriters gave Michael songs in which
loss loomed large, the better to exploit that glorious instrument of
his. And for that voice, he lost his childhood.

Or more precisely, he gave it to us. Many of his most affecting
performances were about distance and displacement, the desire to be
somewhere else, the inability to return to a lost past. Think of the
songs that the hip-hop generation adored so much: "I'll Be There", "I
Wanna Be Where You Are", "Who's Loving You", "Maybe Tomorrow", "All I
Do Is Think Of You", "Ready Or Not". On these songs, Michael's
"knowingness" sounds more like fragility. (On the other hand, but
hardly balancing the scale, is the joyous Bronx summer break of "It's
Great To Be Here".)

If you want to wonder how ambivalent this boy-dream, this
incarnation of all our notions about youth and beauty, felt about the
limelight and wanting to be "normal", listen to him sing "Got To Be
There". When he sees the girl of his desire walk into the morning
light, it's as if he has transferred the shine away from himself to
her, imagining a perfect love above the blood and grind of the daily
celebrity-making machine. When he hits that high "me" (matched later by
the word "home"), he has given all of it up to all of us.

But as an audience, we were insatiable and ruthless. Years later,
after the satisfaction and ease of his 20s, after he had been broken by
self-mutilation and bizarre scandal in his 30s, Michael Jackson would
reveal a tragic, pathetic emptiness, pleading, "Have you seen my
childhood?" By then, many of us had either turned away or turned on
him. The transaction was done.

In the end, he lost even his voice, autotuned first by lawyers and
other keepers of his dissipating wealth, consumed by Mickey
Mouse-sounding paid-TV defenses and overproduced songs, before finally
going silent forever. Time will restore the greatness of Michael
Jackson's artistry. May it also cause us some revulsion at our
complicity in his fall as well.

Jeff Chang writes frequently about culture, politics, the arts and music. A version of this story appeared on his blog Can't Stop Won't Stop and Salon.

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re: The Man in the Mirror: Remembering Michael Jackson

I think Michael Jackson was a wonderful man.even though he had so many fans, inside he was alone,but now he's in a better place.A place where he will finally find true love and happiness

re: The Man in the Mirror: Remembering Michael Jackson

thanks for that. we so rarely pay attention to our selfish behaviors in relation to our icons and heroes and therefore the ramifications. this is not the first editorial i've read that allows MJ from some distance of the guilt of his fame and fortune. i'm glad to see there are some who see past the surface of this tragedy.

re: The Man in the Mirror: Remembering Michael Jackson

Excellent article. Thank you. And I to remark, what to me is the most valuable part for all of us as a human community:

"But as an audience, we were insatiable and ruthless. Years later, after the satisfaction and ease of his 20s, after he had been broken by self-mutilation and bizarre scandal in his 30s, Michael Jackson would reveal a tragic, pathetic emptiness, pleading, "Have you seen my childhood?" By then, many of us had either turned away or turned on him. The transaction was done."

María José
San José, Costa Rica