Andrew Sullivan at the Atlantic offers his thoughts on the death of Michael Jackson, saying that the man was a “musical genius” as well as an “abused child.”

Watching him change his race, his age, and almost his gender, you saw a tortured soul seeking what the rest of us take for granted: a normal life. But he had no compass to find one; no real friends to support and advise him; and money and fame imprisoned him in the delusions of narcissism and self-indulgence. Of course, he bears responsibility for his bizarre life. But the damage done to him by his own family and then by all those motivated more by money and power than by faith and love was irreparable in the end. He died a while ago. He remained for so long a walking human shell.

Then Sullivan goes on,

I grieve for him; but I also grieve for the culture that created and destroyed him. That culture is ours’ and it is a lethal and brutal one: with fame and celebrity as its core values, with money as its sole motive, it chewed this child up and spat him out.

Jackson began performing professionally at age 5. WORLD’s Arsenio Orteza writes in his obituary of the King of Pop that the only place Jackson did feel at home was in the public eye.