In memory of Jacko...

Whacko Jacko or MJ, despite everything else, was a creative genius, a phenomenon, an era and many other things. But along with all this he was someone whose childhood was taken away from him and a lot can be attributed to that. Now again that very celebrity has got to him and it filled me with sadness to listen to all the wonderful music he has created. I had spent many hours imitating his moon-walk and his high pitched shrieks.
Dangerous and blood on the dance floor were favorites while Bad has special memories attached to it. Smooth Criminal reminds me of a friend who's also called annie. My mom's favorite was always Remember the times. So much of stylish music, suave dance steps was not for nothing. He meant the world for many people at one time.
Today, when his body is a mere bag of bones, scarred, broken and weak, when his estate is tied up in so many law suits, when the factum of fathering his children is in question, I still maintain that he deserves respect for the creative genius that he was.