MM was a 17-year old kid 1000 miles from Oklahoma surrounded by grown men who made a substantial portion of their own drinking money off his God-given skills ... he never had a chance to find his path once escorted down the wrong one.
You post ignores the huge 'positive' impact Mantle had on millions of kids in the 1950's-60's ... there was no 'social media' back then thus, we only knew what we read and saw for ourselves ... Mickey Mantle was one of the greatest ballplayers of any generation,one of the greatest ballplayers in history.
I was a VERY lucky grade and middle-schooler ... with teacher's who thought it not just OK but un-American NOT to plug a 17"-19" 'portable' B&W ('bout big as they made back then) into a socket up on a stand in the front corner by the door so we could all see those afternoon World Series games; the sunlight streaming through those huge tall windows still not long enough even in the late afternoon to blot out our grainy picture.
Your comments don't surprise me or bother me ... we've had various renditions of Pontius Pilate-esque characters throughout history. Mick wasn't perfect ... but you ain't the Jury - like all sports hero's we're all our own Judges 'bout this stuff.
Stored away somewhere I've still got a molded-rubber Mickey Mantle batting from 1955; I've got Yogi Berra squatting down catching behind him stored in the same place. It's a truck that hasn't been opened in a long time ... so I sincerely appreciate the OP's reminder of what MM meant to my youth. May he continue to RIP.