Michael Jackson: tragedy of human condition

i am immersed in researching Michael Jackson as an artist, but also, human being, I am distraught many times and astonised at others.
I don't know, what to think of it. Whether or not take myself seriously, how to label my newfound interest in an artist whom I had thought always of some sort of freak and cheap pop star. it's quite starteling, to realize that i lived with a completely cheap and unreflected opinion on someone I didn't know as an artist nor person. The only song that I registered was the Earth Song, and maybe We are the World, obviously, since I am half German and the Earth Song was forever on the top of our charts because we are sentimental environmentalists and separate garbage since ages, before the rest of the world even learned about those issues. not that I am convinced separating garbage is the ultimate solution to the problem, oh no.
But this one exceeds so many levels. I am literally finding myself bawling watching MJ videos, watching interviews, music videos and reading anything seemingly valid that I can find to help me put this together.
I should be preparing for my history exam, instead I am contemplating Michael Jackson until 3 am. No kidding. The thing is, I feel puzzled by what all this means, on a more abstract level.
What does it say about us, about our culture, society, what does it say about the human condition, about art, about life in general. Who was this man!? Or, rather, this being?
What kind of thoughts could be spun to an end, where press stopped pressing?
What if we thought his comments to the child abuse allegations to the end...
What if we assumed he wasn't merely a freak, a psychopath, but that he maybe could have had a point when saying, that the whole world should be like this...i.e. people tucking kids in (even in their own beds, how sexual a thought!?), giving them hot milk and cookies. sure, don't forget to brush teeth. but what if we managed to really see this as not sexual? what if he wasn't sexual with them.
how horrible a thought, that this man, who had never had a life outside the stage, who loved his fans so much and already said at a young age, how he imagined them having a good time in the audience, cross-race and professions, as i heard in one of the interviews, that this man who relied so much on the energy interaction and love and appreciation extended by his fans to him and vice versa, would be accused of child molestation, and just imagine, he wasn't guilty. just imagine, he really just loved them. I guess we could call that pedo-phil as well, in the meaning of, someone who loves kids excessively.
is that healthy?
maybe not. maybe people should have the chance to grow up and be adults. but wait, what if michael jackson would have been just some dude in the Gary Indiana ghetto and never get known. How much would that have changed??? How much of who he was, tells me about his essence?

I have that feeling, that he truly was someone else. One of a kind. Encapturing the tragedy of human condition, or even, of deity. The stuff, that greek tragedies and myths are about. The complete and utter tragedy of being half god half human.