Untouchable: The Strange Life and Tragic Death of Michael Jackson – Randall Sullivan

If there’s ever a soul I wish to ‘rest in peace,’ its Michael Jackson’s. The loneliness, the heartache, the pain, the betrayal, the deceit, the demands that this brother felt allowed him no peace while on this earth. A shame. A shame since he’s brought the world nothing but joy, happiness and hope; sharing his gift with us up until his untimely death.

Michael wasn’t a freak, he wasn’t a pedophile, he wasn’t crazy or a monster. He was a gifted artist; a man hidden behind his other worldly talents. It’s a shame that he had no confidant or just a friend that was out to protect his best interests and be a guidance in his hectic life. I always wondered, would he be as great without his eccentricities? And how selfish we are to enjoy his music but chastise his ways of life.

Like any work of literature based in the tabloid realm, it’s hard to believe what’s printed. But this, for the most part, seemed right. Some far truths, he had no nose, died a virgin, etc. I didn’t believe, but the loneliness and the not having anyone to turn to Michael experienced feels true. Even his last concert he was training for, he didn’t want to do it, had no one to speak up for him to not do it and this ultimately lead to his death.

Again, I loved Michael Jackson, primarily for his artistry and I selfishly miss his earthly presence but since he no longer has to face the turmoil that he experienced since he began performing at a young age, I say; RIP.

Untouchable: The Strange Life an Tragic Death of Michael Jackson
Randall Sullivan