I believe Michael Jackson was innocent
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I grew up believing that he was a pedophile, that he was gay, that he had himself bleached because he didn’t like his color. At that time, in the 1990s, he had begun to lose his luster, and the child molestation charges against him were what greeted my consciousness. I wasn’t part of the generation that worshipped him. I knew nothing about his genius. The only songs that I could sing to were his Heal the World, because we sang it in class in third grade, and You Are Not Alone, because it was a hit in the mid-1990s. (I realize now that I’d heard most of his songs then, I just didn’t know that they were his). I knew that he was famous, but to me, he was just another name.
So when the news of his death broke out, I shrugged. But as it is impossible to get away from all the coverage on TV and on the web sites that I visit everyday, I got curious about him and dug deeper, and from what I pieced together from bits and pieces, I found a heart-breaking story of wasted genius, of someone who was so good at at what he did but was mocked for being himself.
