6917: Ebony And Ivory Funerals.

From The Chicago Tribune…

The black funeral of Michael Jackson

Though he may have transcended or “escaped” blackness in life, Michael Jackson was rendered fully black in death. And that says much more about us than about him.

By Melissa Harris-Lacewell

Funerals tell us more about the living than the dead. It’s why anthropologists often begin with rituals of death as an entry point for understanding societies and cultures.

I remember watching the funeral of Princess Diana. It was a perfectly British event: the poignant, silent march of her children, the bells tolling at Westminster Abbey, the red coat pallbearers. But I remember being taken aback as the car carrying Princess Diana’s casket drove through the streets of London. I was surprised because at that moment the mourners began to applaud.

They’d stood for hours lining the streets and as the casket passed they needed to grieve collectively and publicly. Stiff-upper-lip British culture does not have a mechanism for such public grieving. There is no piercing death wail, no garment rending, no ceremonial dance. So, instead, the British applauded. That applause revealed the missing place in English life for public mourning.

The death and remembrance of Michael Jackson has been an interesting window into American culture, its relentless cable news cycle, and the overwhelming but false sense of intimacy our celebrity culture engenders. But for me it was the peek into African-American culture that was most intriguing.

Within a week of Jackson’s death I watched the avatars on my Twitter feed turn from Iran-solidarity green to iconic photographs of Michael Jackson. But the photos were exclusively of “black” Michael Jackson: some from his childhood, some from the “Off The Wall” era, and many from the “Thriller” era. Few of my African-American tweeps were visually remembering the Michael Jackson of the past decade with diminished features and whitened skin.

Memorializing Jackson included selective collective memory that allowed African-Americans to see him as belonging especially, if not exclusively, to black folks.

Some African-Americans were incensed by the misogynist, racially stereotypical BET Awards that gave the first public tribute to Jackson. Many have been critical of BET as a cable network for more than a decade, and the tribute to Jackson renewed those criticisms. The contrast of Michael Jackson with Soulja Boy felt particularly stark, regressive and embarrassing.

Memorializing Michael Jackson renewed critical conversation about the direction of black music.

Jackson’s passing inspired memorials that reflected local cultures. My favorite was the “second line” in New Orleans, those who follow the brass band just to enjoy the music. But it was the massive funeral in Los Angeles on Tuesday that was most revealing. Jackson was an international music icon and his memorial was covered on mainstream media. But it was black tradition most fully on display Tuesday.

African-American death rituals have long been celebratory as well as mournful. As a marginal people whose collective identity is rooted in struggle, death is celebrated as a release from pain, inequality and torment. As a deeply religious people, death is celebrated as an opportunity for reunion with God. As a people who were often denied dignity in life, the dignity of a proper “home-going” is a critically important sign of respect. Along with these celebratory aspects of funerals, death rituals among African-Americans are marked by loud, deep displays of emotion and public grieving that mark the sense of loss experienced by the whole community.

All of these aspects of black life were on display Tuesday. And it tells us more about us than about Michael Jackson. Jackson’s radical surgical choices largely eliminated his black phenotype. Jackson’s romantic choices did not include black women. His wealth and eccentricities set him apart from most black people. In the final years of his life, his music was much more popular in European and Asian countries than among black American listeners. But in death, black folks embraced Jackson.

Memorializing Jackson reminds me that death still is a segregated business in America. Funeral homes still anchor black neighborhoods and are a central path of black entrepreneurship. Though he may have transcended or “escaped” blackness in life, Jackson was rendered fully black in death. And that says much more about us than about him.

Melissa Harris-Lacewell, an associate professor of politics and African-American studies at Princeton University, is completing her latest book, “Sister Citizen: A Text for Colored Girls Who’ve Considered Politics When Being Strong Isn’t Enough.”