Give a folk a break
On the way to the supermarket recently, I was flipping through the radio presets and came across Michael Jackson's "Black or White." Normally I continue past any post-"Bad" Michael, but this time I let the song ride it out.
Because leaving the house that afternoon, I had noticed a neighbor's trash across the street. There were two bins of recycling by the curb and a microphone stand behind them. With a microphone and an amp, someone could have stood on that curb and rocked the whole block.
It is a quiet block, lined with quiet houses. Not many people drive down the street, and there's a tall and leafy tree cover. But put Michael Jackson curbside in front of that microphone stand. Imagine him with a microphone and an amp too. I bet Jackson, for all his faults, could dance and sing right there until the suburb shook.
You can't rip anyone all the way down and still be right.
