BLACKS INFERIORITY COMPLEX: MICHAEL JACKSON
An Arab immigrant who came to America in his thirties, I, until this day, thirty years later, can’t sing one full American song. I know few words from songs like “Strangers in the Night” and “Born in the USA,” and a little more from some Christmas songs.
I still remember many old Sudanese songs, and, thanks to the Internet, I listen to some of them on “Radio Omdurman,” the Sudanese national radio. Actually, I recently started writing down lyrics of songs I used to sing and write down when I was in intermediate school, about 50 years ago.
So, my relation to Michael Jackson is that of a reporter, not a fan. Throughout the years, I wrote about him, not about his songs. And he had been one of the examples in my pieces under “Black Inferiority Complex.”
What is that?During the 1990′s, my second decade in America and after I became a citizen and started looking for an identity in my new homeland, I was surprised, then confused, then saddened and then became angry because of the pre-occupation of Black Americans with the color of their skins. Also because of one result of that: I noticed a general feeling of inferiority complex in their relations to Whites.
In this context, I wrote about Jackson’s bleaching of his skin and fixing of his nose. He seemed to have been embarrassed by being Black. Then came his song, “Black or White,” which I thought was a sort of hypocrisy because if it didn’t matter what color he was, why did he want to look like a White.
Add to that his personal problems, like awkward behavior, military uniforms and the way he had children.
But, when he died, I, for the first time, carefully listened to some of his songs and found that they were mostly about love, joy and peace. Also, I appreciated his creativity on stage, like in the video “Moonwalk.” I said to myself this man must have happily entertained the hundreds of millions of people who bought his records, CD’s and DVD’s.
So, after his death, I am trying to be fair to him: despite his personal problems, he was a very creative entertainer. Even in the subject of race, I realized that he contributed enormously to narrow the gap between Blacks and Whites. Like Rev. Sharpton said, long before Tiger Wood in golf, and long before Obama in politics, Jackson had proved that culture superseded race. Jackson’s songs have entered hearts, minds and homes of hundreds of millions of Whites, Browns, Yellows and many other rainbow colors.
I even revised my opinion of his “Black or White” song after I read its lyrics. Like the following: “I took my baby. On a Saturday bang. Boy, is that girl with you? Yes we’re one and the same. Now I believe in miracles. And a miracle has happened tonight. But, if you’re thinking about my baby. It doesn’t matter if you’re Black or White.”