Michael Jackson’s legacy: Barrier-breaking performer still influences today’s artists
Washington Post
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
In 1972, when the movie “Ben” premiered and sent that falsetto voice of little Michael Jackson soaring across movie screens, the joy inside black America was palpable. It wasn’t just that the song raced to No. 1 on the charts, it was that it flowed from the magic of film. And black America, long kept away from mainstream movies, kept a close eye on — and a keen interest in — the world of Tinseltown.
Jackson had come upon this particular movie only 18 years after the collapse of legal segregation in the United States. And many of the movie houses that showed “Ben” had once been theaters where blacks could not gain admittance. In urban America, the reality of the times had hardly gone unnoticed. The ’60s may have been over, but the battles it took to shape them still hung in the air.
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In this undated file photo, the Jackson 5 (from left, Tito, Marlon, Michael, Jackie and Jermaine Jackson) are seen in Los Angeles.
In the ’70s, groups of middle-aged black Americans could still reminisce about the chitlin circuit and the world of vaudeville, two popular venues for gifted black performers.
Before politics took a more defiant tone, it was music that black America offered to mainstream society as a kind of plea for acceptance. There were Scott Joplin and Louis Armstrong; Duke Ellington and Lena Horne. Of course, Billie Holiday and Charlie Parker.
Still, the only black musicians to have made a mark on the soundtracks of mainstream movies in the 1960s were Quincy Jones and Duke Ellington.
Jackson landed upon the mindset of film-hungry black America when its citizenry was starved for identity on the big screen.
He was but a 14-year-old child in 1972, and black mothers and aunts and big sisters in the ghettos of the nation seemed to pull that child to their bosoms. He was a little brother; he was a precious boy; he was like the prodigy in your own church. There he was on “American Bandstand” and on “Soul Train.” The early ’70s actually represented some beautiful times in America — freedom rising, integration building and Jackson singing on the hand-held radio.
Throughout the years, he claimed covers of Ebony and Jet magazines. And even when his life had begun to take on tawdry dimensions, black America refused to abandon him. It was as if they knew the pain that had greeted so many child performers, black or white.
The famed pianist and singer Bobby Short had been a child performer. “One day when you’re in show business and are a child, something clicks and you realize what you do is important to a lot of adults around you,” Short once said. “You are emboldened, and your childhood is over. It’s not a happy circumstance. If you don’t go on, you’re going to hurt a lot of people.”
It seemed as if Jackson could snap his finger and make something happen, make animals appear in his back yard. The Wizard of Odd, yes, but in black America, he was a pioneer. He was a kid, and allowances must be made for kids.
And, of course, there was that skin dynamic. His complexion went from a beautiful and sweet nutmeg brown to an alabaster white. The tabloids might have gone into a spasm, but that wasn’t quite the reaction in black America. To be sure, there were cackles, but more often than not, sympathy. Leave Michael Jackson alone became a popular refrain in the black community. Just leave him alone.
And, of course, he was pretty much left alone.
Black America always considered Jackson, his voice shooting out over them, to be at home among them. He’d be at one of those NAACP Image Awards shows, and he’d be standing among folk who had watched him grow up. He accepted the joyful tears of the old and young and moved into their hearts.
