There lie a man on a bed with holes in his arms. Needles prodded for veins, finding one the morphine pumped. The man's wish was not to die but to escape this world for the night: to rest, to gather strength, to live to see another day. -Corey Michaels
There exists no honest way of analyzing the life and works of Michael Jackson without addressing the gruesome finality with which it all ended. While we ride atop the trumpian wave, the figure of Michael on the horizon shrinks and those of us who felt somewhat guided by him begin to appreciate the full weight of his tragic death.
Michael was transcendental. He represented not just an aspiration for the divine but an almost undeniable attainment of that elusive dimensionality – and he did this with queerness.
His reach for the divine can be seen in the way he curated his aesthetic. His voice is widely believed to be put on, friends have often said that Michael’s natural voice was much deeper than anyone would ever believe. He bleached his skin to appear more white primarily because of a skin disease but the way he “wore” this whiteness was more like drag than cosmetic cure. He underwent a bloody scalp surgery to ensure his hair would grow out not like his African genes dictated but in accordance with a western standard of beauty. His clothes were women’s clothes, his style was unique in that it strayed far from the standard. He was caught in women’s clothes and there is speculation that he was more into men than boys. Michael pushed himself so far and for what? Was it all to satisfy his vanity or were Michael’s motives political?
I believe his motives were political, I think Michael Jackson is the true leader of the queer revolution. I think he was killed by bad actors that wanted his power neutralized. His untimely death on the eve of a comeback tour after two decades of non stop attacks for allegedly sleeping with underage boys seems like no coincidence. Part of me always felt Michael allowed the lore about his sex life because he knew it separated him, it provided him another layer of queer expression. Michael was acting purposefully and he called it out several times in ways that were public and dangerous.
We’ll never know why he did what he did but he left enough evidence to figure it all out. “Who Killed the King?” will be a public record of my own journey. I will also include things that inspire me, anger me, and challenge me.
He knew his power was the power of God He was so sure, they considered him odd This power of innocence, of compassion, of light Threatened the priests and created a fight In endless ways they sought to dismantle This mysteroius force which they could not handle - Michael Jackson