There are some things in our culture that are so taboo that even mentioning them makes everything become tainted and perverse. A while back I watched a Louis Theroux show where he visited a jail with pedophiles:
At first, only the pedophiles seemed off, with all of their twisted lies and rationales for their desires and behaviors, and that got worse. After a while though, it was as if the whole atmosphere, tinged by the reality of pedophilia hanging over it, became menacing and perverse in total.
Soon, I not only found the sex offenders themselves becoming less and less recognizably human, I also found the workers and doctors to seem off as well, particularly the woman who put these sensors on the penises of the inmates to measure what they were aroused by.
By the end of it, even Louis with his questions seemed suspect, and it was hard to understand why hanging around asking these people questions would be considered a better option than going home and having a shower.
It showed to me that something as primitive as a taboo can be alive and well, even in the mind of a modern man.
The case of Michael Jackson has that sort of moral and social odor all over it, even if he never did anything sexual, and only ventured into pretending to be a kid and roughhousing and sleeping, as in actually falling asleep, with the kids.
Michael was weird, and there is no telling what percentage of that came from show business, or his dad, or his own choices, and even if none of this came to light, you would still say that he was one of the all time greats who was also a bit of a weirdo.
If you layer on top of this weirdness the ambient of pedophilia, well, it becomes almost impossible for anyone, naturally repelled, and socially compelled to be seen as repelled, to make a level and clear analysis of what was going on at Neverland Ranch.
A few years back, a couple of Urbex guys stole in to the ranch at night and took photos.
https://www.vice.com/read/exploring-mich...-ranch-760
https://www.vice.com/read/more-photos-of...land-ranch
The picture were spooky in the way all Urbex stuff is, and on top of it was all the baggage that the public ascribes to Jackson, deserved and undeserved, and we don't really have all the facts to know one from the other.
I was just looking over the pictures from those expeditions today, and was reminded of this thread, because you could go back and make a pretty good case for a pedophiles lair if you selectively chose and published them:
So I guess a new revelation of some sort about Jackson, after he is dead, is only going to come across as self promotion for the writer, and not going to really get us any closer to deciding whether or not we should enjoy listening to 'Beat It," or feel a little bit guilty when we cue it up, or stop listening to it all together in protest.