Rebbie Jackson, if you're reading this, here's the more serious side of my thoughts on your brother, as posted on another thread:
The Beatles broke up before I was born. Elvis died when I was five. John Lennon died when I was eight. "Thriller" came out when I was ten. Michael Jackson was the most popular man on the planet. I saw it live when he moonwalked across the stage at the Apollo. I've tried to do it myself ever since then to very little success.
I will say one good thing about growing up JW. I was raised not to be prejudiced. I grew up in the south. There was a white side of town and a black side. My dad, a white guy, conducted the book study in a black woman's house, where most of the attendees were black. I was and still am great friends with a black JW friend that I grew up with. He exposed me to a lot of rap and R&B that I probably wouldn't have heard otherwise.
How popular was Michael? At school everyone wore those red "Beat It" style coats with all the zippers and the sleeves pushed up. I remember going over to a kid's house and he was wearing a single silver glove. Granted, he was considered "spiritually weak" but he was also a white guy with feathered blond hair. Jackson crossed over in so many ways.
Then, as I got older, Michael just got weirder and weirder. Yes, I do believe he probably molested those children. But he's still the Elvis of my generation. His talent was undeniable. I haven't been a big fan of his for a while. But now a piece of my childhood truly has died.