The moonwalk is a most difficult dance skill to achieve – at least for one as fumble-footed as I am. But it’s more than just an incredible dance step. I think it’s one of history’s defining moments. Clad in a dark suede jacket generously garnished with ambitious sequins, a young lanky kid with a song tossed his hat, and denied being ‘Billie Jean’s lover. As his legs kicked the air inordinately and rhythmically – moving to the enrapturing beat streaming through overhead speakers, he told us – those who at the Apollo Theatre witnessed this embarrassingly glorious moment and those of us who were told about it – he told us what his mama always told him: ‘Don’t go around breaking young girls’ hearts’. We listened – divided as we were by our hasty racial classifications, by hate, and by our little exclusive paths to heaven. We listened. But we were still the same.