But no, that can’t be right. If he was actually at fault, let’s say, for, I don’t know, savagely beating his girlfriend, he wouldn’t be so distraught. It doesn’t matter whether Brown’s tears were real or fake, though personally I sensed the stench of crocodile; what matters to me is that he was onstage at all.
I’ve already gone into detail about Team Breezy and how dangerous I think Brown’s influence is, especially because young women — who are likely to be victims of domestic violence — are so willing to forgive him. I’m not going to rehash all of that.
I just want to say this, as someone who loved Michael Jackson: I’m sickened by BET‘s forgiveness of Brown and affirmation of his continued popularity. I don’t expect better from the network that once hosted the Po’lympics and continues to find itself planted firmly in Aaron McGruder‘s crosshairs.
I get that homeboy can dance, and does a decent MJ imitation (skip to the 4:30 mark), but Brown also has some documented anger issues. Whether or not the net meant to, inviting Brown to memorialize Jackson was extending an olive branch to the admitted abuser and attempting to pull a Wayne’s-World-style “Duh la la” over the eyes of anyone who remembers what Rihanna‘s face looked like in that infamous leaked photo (the one I still refuse to link to) after Brown’s handiwork.
Yet maybe I’m a hypocrite. After all, the King of Pop was certainly no angel, dogged by child abuse accusations for the last two decades of his life. Though he was never convicted, and in fact was acquitted once, the settlement left a residue on Jackson’s reputation. Perhaps those of us Jackson fans whose feathers are ruffled are actually upset because of the odd parallels between the stories of our fallen hero and CBreezy. Maybe in inviting Brown to pay tribute to the one-gloved wonder, the producers of the BET Awards were masters of irony, or at least engaging in intelligent subliminal commentary. I doubt it. But one could argue that paying tribute to someone who may have molested children is just as perverse as inviting a domestic abuser to perform that tribute.
I don’t have an answer, but I know this: If I ever have to see Chris Brown cry again, I hope it’s during a heartfelt apology to Rihanna and abused women everywhere.