I'm sure some of this is nihil nisi bonum (speak only good of the dead): any reasonable human wants to feel like they've shown some proper respect to the deceased. I think more of it, though, may be that the memory of the global populace has been engineered into an organ that is dwarfed by the vermiform appendix.
'He was the first global superstar'- really? What about the fact that people all around the world know Beatles songs- what about the fact that Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley ever walked the earth? What about the fact that I've seen Scooby Doo dubbed into 6 different languages on various hotel television sets? I think the error in logic being committed here is not that Michael wasn't internationally famous, from the get-go, but that he was the first artist in the world to benefit from the increasing ease of communication on a global scale. I'm sure Elvis would've been huge in Southeast Asia during his lifetime, if Southeast Asia had any sort of communication infrastructure prior to the 80s, for instance. So to some extent, at the least, Michael's global prevalence was not that he was More Talented Than Anybody Ever Before- but that he happened to be at the peak of his game at the same time that media was past any prior level of saturation.
'He was one of the first people to break the race barrier in pop culture'- given that Josephine Baker, Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald and Nina Simone all managed great international acclaim in their lifetimes, before WW2, I have to humbly disgree here. Heck, just in Rock & Roll- where's Chuck Barry in your estimation, people? Jimi Hendrix? Little Richard?
Seriously: if Michael Jackson was such a great talent (full disclosure here: I do genuinely believe the guy was a stunningly talented musician and performer in his prime, I do think it was sad as hell watching his life fall apart around him, and it was AGONIZINGLY UNFAIR that he passed away just as he was gearing up for a comeback), does that make anyone else who was a global superstar somehow Less? Sure, it's fine to say 'I don't wanna speak ill of the dead'- but keep it in scale, people. Michael Jackson was a talented, wounded person (some psychologists would suggest that these two facts go hand in hand, but that's another barrel of monkeys), but his passing doesn't lessen anyone else's talent. It's a little phony, from my point of view, to sing Michael's praises to the heavens and shout them from the rooftop- but to discount every other performer out there who's ever worked in the same field, had the same challenges, &c.
Michael Jackson's dead. That's sad. Billie Holiday's death will have happened 50 years ago on the 17th of next month. Ella had a long run, though diabetes was slowly destroying her body for the last decade or two of her life. Nina Simone... hell, just listen to the woman's voice, it'll tell you everything you need to know about the trials she struggled with. Jimi Hendrix's death was nearly forty years ago.
Just keep a sense of proportion out there: Michael being gone has not somehow magically transformed the world into a place where Michael was the only artist who ever did anything.
In other news on the MJ front, I've been reminded that Mr. Jackson did something truly genteel that has, sadly, manifest in the world. Remember many years ago when EMI were selling the rights to a bunch of Beatles songs and Michael bought them out from under the surviving Beatles, Paul McCartney being the second bidder on them?
Michael, as it turns out, left the song rights to Paul, in an alteration to his will made many months ago.
This is the Michael Jackson I choose to remember: the guy who was able to take some very bitter animosity and provide a resolution that wounded nobody. I hope McCartney and he were able to bury the hatchet before Michael passed away, too: how crap would you feel, as Paul McCartney, to actually inherit this, from someone 16 years your junior? I know that'd be difficult for me without some closure and a chance to apologize for having been a jerk over what just boils down to money.
Requesiat in Pace, Michael. I actually do hope there's some manner of afterlife, just so that the peace you so sorely needed in this life can be yours there.
Even Adolph Hitler is in on the act, here.