Two years. That is the message sent loud and clear by Conrad Murray’s release.
You can kill a person and, with a little good behavior and the luck of jail overcrowding on your side, walk scot free to enjoy your mistresses and you fine wining and dining.
You can kill the world’s most beloved entertainer, and continue to torture his kids with your delusions.
Two years later, and Conrad Murray has yet to offer one shred of remorse or to take one iota of responsibility for what he did. That still blows my mind.
Let’s revisit that historic day of Murray’s sentencing. Judge Pastor passed down the harshest sentence allowed within the law, and stated emphatically that if he could impose an even stiffer punishment, he would do it gladly.
Today, Murray walks. Coming on the heels of AEG’s “victory” it seems even more of a bitter pill to swallow.
I often go back to a favorite argument that is often made by many, but bears repeating. Whatever choices Michael made; whatever mistakes he made, he paid the ultimate price.
There are still, in my estimation, far too many who owe a debt that has not yet been paid at all.
Conrad Murray hasn’t even paid a percentage of what he owes.
As for the photo I chose of Michael to accompany this article, call it pathos if you will. But there is a reason why this is one of my favorite photos. Could anything else possibly capture the essence of his innocent sweetness more?
I look at this and think on that word “Homicide.” I look on this and think: Two years is not enough. It is not nearly enough.
I look at this and feel the twinge of helplessness, and then an immense wave of apathy at the hopelessness of it all.
Too many tonight are walking, breathing, eating, drinking, laughing, making love.
Michael is inside a cold crypt in Forest Lawn. His daughter’s life is a mess.
And millions of us feel the eternal cold emptiness of a world without him.
Are we to believe two years is sufficient to pay that debt?
The law says yes. The heart says no. Never.