How many more people must die- whether it’s immediately or later because the tabloid and medialoid sources will not look in their own mirror? Michael Jackson died 10 months ago and they are still trashing him. The movie made at the end of his life and about the tour he was planning, “This Is It,” revealed a much different man than we were conditioned to expect. I think that movie may have been a glimpse of the true man and off stage persona behind the Michael Jackson. He was humble, gentle, perfectionistic, an encouraging mentor and master craftsman. “This Is It” was a peek into genius. So why do they keep using “tragic” and “disturbing” to describe his life?
The more I look into this, the more I realize, as have many others who found themselves intensely curious about this man, that he was not the picture that the tabloids painted for us. In fact, what I have learned paints a starkly contrasting portrait of a man who was anything but the manipulated caricature that dominated the collective memory for more than a decade.
A few nights ago I watched Aphrodite Jones’ report on the accusation, charges and trial of Michael Jackson. Miss Jones’ account presented a much different view of the trial and aftermath than we were fed by the media that clustered to cover his trial. Apparently they all expected a guilty verdict. In fact, according to some, the media was salivating over the possibility of an imprisoned Michael Jackson. The jury foreman who seemed credible, said the jury identified something askew in the demeanor and the case brought by Tom Sneddon, the District Attorney at the time.
I knew about Michael Jackson’s trial, of course, didn’t everybody? And I knew it took a long time; and that cameras were banned from the courtroom. I also vaguely remember that there was a reenactment of the daily proceedings each night. I remember thinking at the time that the whole idea was a bit over the top so I dismissed the whole thing. I also remember “breaking news” about the verdict being in and the woman who released the doves during the reading of the verdict. I thought that too, was over the top. But the verdict, the loud not-guilty, the very innocent somehow escaped me. Yes, acquitted. But there were fourteen total charges. Fourteen! Not guilty of even one? One little one? Funny how I don’t remember that so much.
I remember the accusations and the evening shows that discussed the trial. I remember too, that they all speculated he was guilty. Where there is smoke… And I confess I remember very little about the aftermath. And nobody reinforced that Michael Jackson was innocent of all the charges. When someone is a pedophile, at least one of the charges is going to stick! Pedophiles are serial offenders. I knew of another case several years before… but that one was settled out of court. I had the fleeting thought that Michael may have paid that to go away but the second time there were no charges that held up? I thought where there was smoke there was supposed to be fire. When one child agrees to talk, usually the rest come out of hiding. The Catholic Priesthood punctuated that. Why were there no other children?
But the media didn’t focus on any of that. It was almost like everybody slinked away during the hours of darkness never to shine a light again on that trial and the verdict. I remember nothing after that until hearing that Michael Jackson was living in the Middle East. He left the country? Well, I reasoned, either he was guilty and more children were going to come forward or he was dispirited and disillusioned with his country and the justice system that failed him. Where are the children?
Much of my thinking, I realize now, was from what I was being told by the media. Of course it was the biggest story of the century, post OJ—it was Michael Jackson! But I really expected my media to be fair in reporting it to me. I knew the tabloids and tabloid TV was going to sensationalize but I expected the communications industry and especially the profession of journalism to have integrity and to tell me the relevant truth. Journalism was a career that I considered at one time. I had a scholarship opportunity and I was going to go to a good journalism school. I had grown up with Walter Cronkite and I respected the industry because I had researched it and thought my future was in that field. Those were the days before I discovered my fascination with medicine.
But I didn’t give up my love for language, for words. I began a program and worked with journalists, artists, novelists, poets and other published professionals. I went to a school of the arts in Wisconsin. I became an artist and a poet and then an essayist and storyteller. But not once did I consider that journalism, which was my first love, had changed. Never once did I consider that there would be those who laid down their ethics for a fistful of cash.
There is a code of ethics in medicine and there is a code of ethics in journalism. I liked the idea of a career guided by not only unspoken guidelines but by a code that one lives by and works within. In both those vocations, violating the code of ethics can kill. Never would I have believed that the lofty communications profession had devolved to its current medialoid status. I feel only shame and embarrassment for that. Walter Cronkite would not be proud.
Aphrodite Jones’ feature highlighted how the media continues to look at Michael Jackson through the same lens and that the urban legend continues. How is it that this is not corrected? Death usually shakes people from their complacency and brings to focus the unspoken words, the thanks never given, the acknowledgements overlooked, and the guilt, culpability and regrets related to the deceased. It is usually a time for examination, self examination and making amends for opportunities lost. It drives home that death is permanent and that sometimes it is too little and too late. Death reminds us that there are no do-overs.
Since Michael Jackson’s death, there have been countless acquaintances who have recounted their personal memories with him and each time they speak of a gentle man, an intelligent and masterful genius and magnanimous humanitarian. Even Oprah, who has been critical of Michael in the past, said “this changes the legacy” as she revealed astonishment at the real Michael when not ‘in the spot’ and performing for a live audience, who was showcased in “This Is It.”
It may change perception of the legacy, but it does not change the legacy. Michael has always been Michael- the gentle, loving, generous, steadfast humanitarian and global messenger. And he is also the polished stage performer when on stage. Michael is the man the fans have always known he was. I did not know him until my research began after seeing “This Is It.” And I am frankly baffled by the unusual and even bizarre circumstances of Michael, the press, his legacy and his character. And I feel cheated.
In the last few months of this journey through Michael’s life, I have visited his genius, his monumental talent, his kindness, his generosity, his moments of laughter and joy, his fatherhood and fathering, his wry and stunning sense of humor and the stark contradictions of who he was performing and not performing. He is two different personas- the stage Michael and Michael the man.
And I have been surprised by my finding myself immersed in some of the darkest places I have ever visited in my life. And that includes my close encounter with war and weapons of mass destruction. I never knew what kind of mind invented those killing instruments but I saw at times, the necessity of them in some circumstances. I was appalled that their momentum got loose on this planet and became like a runaway train. That is not a glowing testament to the ability of the human race to settle its differences or better yet, accept them and move past the argument. Genocide is vile and war is always a nasty business and it’s hard to visit those worlds.
But there is, believe it or not, a darker place. And I have spent some time there. It is the shadow of man’s inhumanity to man when projected en masse onto a singular figure. It’s unimaginable; in fact, I could not have imagined it in all its looming intensity prior to my quest to know Michael.
What triggered this journey into the life of Michael was an unsettling intuitive gnawing inside that something about the Michael Jackson story and his life on this planet was wrong. No, not just wrong but eerie and unacceptable and very, very indicative of something yet undiscovered and underbelly in human nature.
As I began to research his life I wondered who the heck “they” had been talking about all these years. I was more than befuddled, I was mortified, I was angry, I was ashamed, shocked and very, very aware of the sorry nature of the beings inhabiting this world and of the beings they were talking about. We really are a species in need of self examination.
There was a kind of static body of knowledge regarding Michael Jackson that had been imprinted into the collective consciousness that was counter to the person I met as I journeyed through the phenomenon that was Michael’s life and career. And it just doesn’t add up; it doesn’t square. It doesn’t ever square. It’s been like having perfect pitch and hearing a perpetual dissonance in the background somewhere yet the source remains hidden and unidentifiable.
I began too, to know Michael’s fans, some of them who have been loyal to him for more than 20-30 years. Oh, some of them are a bit over the top with the gushing and wailing but more than half of them are intelligent, working class professionals who are thoughtful, not easily fooled and while they admire his work, they are not so enamored as to overlook his flaws. And I can guarantee that these are people who, if he had truly done the things to children he was accused of, would have not only abandoned him but would have cut him off at the knees and buried his ability to make money performing for anyone ever again. Michael fans are resolute. And they would have skewered him if he was guilty of harming children. Music, no matter how genius, does not trump deliberately harming innocent children. These people do not abide ambiguity let alone hypocrisy and crime.
If you want to truly know someone in the public eye, look to their fans. If you want blow-by-blow information, ask fans. Fans know every little detail of the lives of those they admire. They also know without question, the character of their chosen star. These people would not look past a crime against a vulnerable person no matter who was the perpetrator. And certainly they would not have overlooked criminal acts on the part of Michael Jackson. They were loyal to him through the charges and trial not in spite of the man, but because they know the man. They stood by him because they knew his character, his mind and they knew he was innocent. They are also more savvy than I regarding the media. I naively thought journalism was an institution. The fans knew what the journalists were doing and they knew the truth. And living with that and the powerlessness of truth could not have been easy.
The relationship and loyalty between Michael Jackson fans and their object of admiration is a very unusual one. He was kind to fans; he was thoughtful. He knew their hearts and he met the love that came at him with his own aimed full force back at them. He consistently sent comfort measures to fans camping out at hotels and outside his home: sending his security personnel with blankets, pillows, pizza, Michael mementos and letters. He went out of his way to be as accessible as he could at the times it was safe to do that. Some fans are safe; the hysterical ones caught up in the frenzy are not. Michael, while on stage, would have his security team pick a female fan from the crowd to meet him and dance with him on stage. Each time, without fail, he cradled the fan by spanning the back of her head with his huge hands. This is a tender and genuine embrace of respect and endearment that every woman in the world knows and understands.
For many fans, Michael was a mentor, a hero. For some he, his lyrics and their messages held their only hope for a better future, a better world. The world that they inherited did not look so attractive to them. In fact, it seemed broken. But Michael counseled them for decades “you can change the world.” His message was an empowering and spiritual one. He lifted and revered the human spirit at least in its potential. Their loss and their grief are because their messenger is gone. He was their healer killed by a healer. Imagine that grief. And imagine it compounded by the false legacy that still hangs out there in the collective mind, in those who do not know Michael and do not understand there are two versions—the tabloid and the real.
A member of the jury in his court case rife with accusations about impropriety with children said that Michael was a children’s advocate and his interest in children was to better their futures. In fact, even a cursory look at Michael’s interactions with children in films of him visiting or performing where children are included reveals a touch that holds reverence, almost to the point of worship. His smile at children and in their presence is brighter than at any other time. One only has to watch to see the reverence in his eyes, hands and face around children. This is not a man who would harm a child.
The tabloids directed some of the most laser-focused and vitriolic unkindness this world has ever witnessed at Michael Jackson. And the same thing was said over and over. Each time Michael Jackson’s name came up the word predator or Pedophile came up. Even after he was found innocent of 14 total charges they continued to use those words, those descriptors. Repetition creates the illusion of truth. The frenzied gallop to assassinate his character was, it turns out, to sell magazines. That is why an innocent man was sacrificed on the cross of public humiliation? For profit? Oh that is a new low.
So since his passing, there is a push by fans, by those who knew Michael, and those involved in his life and affairs to finally demand the truth be told. To oversee the restoration of the character and legacy of this man who gave entertainment to hundreds of millions.
So in that regard Aphrodite Jones’ special was aired on Investigative Discovery. And the finger of blame that was pointed at the media as responsible for the man’s demise? Perhaps that is warranted. This is certainly where millions of fans believe the responsibility lies—in the lap of the media who printed headline after headline and page after page of innuendo, distortions, lies and paid-for tell-all articles for which the tabloids shelled out hundreds of thousands.
The tabloids have admitted as much in articles published and in documentaries. And the mainstream media was complicit in the destruction of one of the most talented geniuses in entertainment history. Stories were made up and paid for. This is an old story. You can read the prequel in the New Testament. Look for a story with the words: “Thirty Pieces of Silver.”
So now Michael is dead. Snatched from those who loved him in this world. And still his legacy is kicked while he is already down. What price do we pay as a society when we engage in this kind of behavior? Maybe selling one’s soul to the devil has outlived its relevance? Is obsolete? What do we exchange for those thirty pieces of silver? We sell nothing less than the collective soul of humanity. We preempt good people moving forward or moving onto any stage to share with us the genius God gave to them. We sabotage the future where the celebrities and leaders might offer stellar performances and where we, their audience, might learn valuable lessons from the fare they share with us.
How many humanitarian projects will go undone because Michael Jackson is gone? He was a global humanitarian, our planetary cheerleader and one of humanity’s best friends. He never gave up on the human condition even though the inhumanity of it cost him his career, his future, his work, his sleep and eventually his life.
It would be very difficult for the media to admit their part in the demise of Michael Jackson. How would they apologize for the death of this global humanitarian? How would they apologize to his children? To our future where the work of Michael Jackson will never appear? He intended to do films next and based on his music videos they would have been epics.
What would it mean to actually come face to face with the fact the media was wrong? That how they do things is less than human? What would they do to change—for they would have to by necessity. What lessons could we all learn from knowing the truth about Michael Jackson? Could an admission of guilt make us better people? Could a vow to do it differently in the future make this world a better place?
It is not likely to happen soon that the media says “We understand our guilt, our complicity in the deaths of Michael Jackson and others like Vince Foster and Lady Diana. We are sorry. We are ashamed. We were wrong. And people’s lives were destroyed because of our cavalier gleefulness in taking them down. We realize now we made them; then we destroyed them. We never, ever, want to do that again. We promise we will make it up to you, our public, our constituency. We will immediately change our policies and our tactics. We promise to give you only the truth from now on. Pinkie swear.”
I don’t need to hear that confession. I just need to see change. I need it to start now, today. I am intelligent enough to recognize when an effort is made. Go ahead, save face. Confession not required. Change essential. Please prove me wrong: Diana and Michael both gave their lives because of who they were. They were targeted by tabloid and medialoid journalism devoid of humanity. We crucified them and they died for us. Seems to me we haven’t learned much in those last two thousand years.
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