When people see a courtroom, or a child on the witness stand, or a chimpanzee, they don't think Michael Jackson. They think Michael Jackson when they see a pair of feet gliding across the floor as if across the moon, or when they see a head bopping to the beat of "Don't Stop Till You Get Enough" or "Billie Jean" or "Thriller" or "Bad" or "The Way You Make Me Feel" or "Black or White" or "You Rock My World". They think Michael Jackson when they feel the soothing glide of ballads like "We are the World" or "Childhood" or "You Are Not Alone." They think Michael Jackson when they hear the classic melodies of those songs. Those are his legacy, because music is the universal language, not politics or rumor. I was born in the year during which Dangerous was released, and I never lived to witness Michael when he was truly at his peak. But the goosebumps that race across my skin when I hear a song of his or watch a video of his are of the same texture as those that did people who were watching history in the making, as is the smile that spreads across my face. This proves above all else that his spirit is everlasting and eternal.
RIP Michael Jackson.