God's messenger

During the 2005 trial I basically sat in front of the T.V THE ENTIRE TIME. I totally 100% believed Michael was innocent. I had watched Martin Bashirs documentary as well as MJ's rebuttal video, and it was clear to me that he had been framed. Sure, he made some ridiculous judgements, letting children get that close to him, but i truly believe he was that innocent. That he did not think like that and genuinely had all children's best interests at heart. I think the trial basically killed him...he never recovered and just went through the motions of living. I also don't think he was addicted to medication before the trial...I think he became addicted during and after the trial in order to deal with the pain.

Imagine being the most popular and loved entertainer the world has ever known for 3 decades. Imagine all of a sudden having that taken away and being charged with the most heinous crime known to man. Imagine still being in the public eye and being written about negatively, being called a pedophile, a sicko, and having to live with that, knowing everyone is thinking you have done this crime when you haven't.

Imagine you have given millions of dollars to children's charities, given hundreds of hours of your time, visiting orphanages,opening your home to "Make a Wish" type foundations, giving your love and heart to children only to be repaid with pedophilia charges.

Imagine having to walk the red carpet into court everyday, with the press making fun of you, causing a media circus, leading the world to believe you are a freak. I can't imagine having to deal with this. I can't believe he lasted as long as he did. He truly did have rhinoceros skin, he was alot tougher than anyone ever gave him credit for. I think when he died that the world and the media realized they had mistreated him..that they killed him. He was a gift from God...he was sent here to spread Gods message...and when no one would listen, God took him back. Hopefully Michael is more appreciated wherever he is now and is finally at peace.

We Are The World, We Are the Children..

I can remember sitting in front of the T.V set with my sister when we were small. I was probably 10 and she was 4 or 5. It was 1984 and there was a huge famine in Africa, one of biblical proportions. There were so many commercials on T.V for World Vision and Foster Parents Plan begging for money and help. It was on the News, and on the front pages of newspapers and magazines....there were pictures and footage of starving children laying on the ground covered in flies and struggling to breath. There were mothers holding dead babies and crying hysterically. It was a nightmare, and quite frankly those pictures and newscasts have never left me.
I can remember my sister and I crying and begging my father and our stepmother to help...to sponsor a child. My stepmother got very upset with us, saying we were to help people in our own country first and that those people weren't our problem. I just could not understand that. How could you turn your back on them? They had no support, resources, or hope.

I know many people did come forward, ordinary people, celebrities and humanitarian groups and tried to make a difference. But the one person who made a difference for me was when Michael Jackson came forward and co-wrote "We are the World" for Africa. As corny as this sounds, he made me realize that thinking the way i did wasn't wrong. Remember, I was only 10. That song brought in almost 50 million dollars after one year of it being released and provided food, medicine, vitamins, tents, blankets, clothing and birth control to the african people. I was so moved by that. From that experience, it fueled my desire to go to Africa one day and help the people there who are starving and dying of Aids. I will get there one day, when the time is right. It will be a life changing experience, one that I am sure will be the most meaningful of my life.



There comes a time when we hear a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
and its time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all

We cant go on pretending day by day
That someone, somewhere will soon make a change
We are all a part of Gods great big family
And the truth, you know,
Love is all we need

[Chorus:]
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So lets start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
its true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Verse

Send them your heart so they know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us by turning stones to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand

[Chorus:]
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So lets start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
its true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Verse

When you're down and out, and there seems no hope at all
But if you just believe there's no way we can fall
Oh no,no,no,no Let us realize that a change can only come
When we stand together as one

[Chorus:]
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So lets start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving out own lives
its true we'll make a brighter day
Just you and me

The Rise and Fall of a King

I was very excited when Thriller first came out. It was a new solo album and I could not wait to get my hands on a copy. My step brother Tom and I went to Sam the Record Man downtown in the City I had just moved to after my parents divorce. I bought Thriller and he bought Synchronicity by the Police. He told me that MJ was gay and that the album would suck...that the Police were way cooler. LOL we all know how that turned out.



When Thriller took the world by storm, I was kind of confused about how it made me feel. I had always longed for people to appreciate his talent including his singing, his dancing and his look. It just felt wrong watching the people who had snubbed him before because he was black, or trashed him for singing in too high of a voice and accusing him of taking female hormones to hit the high notes, all of a sudden idolize him. After a while I couldn't even listen to the album. To me it felt like he sold out for fame...To this day it is still my least favorite album.

When Bad came out, I refused to buy it. I guess I was mad at him for becoming bigger than life. I felt like he left me behind...I am not sure if this is going to make sense to anyone....I don't really understand it myself. I used him and his music to get through alot of hard times in my early life and I guess I thought of him as being mine. I didn't want to share him with the world. So I ignored his music and him even though it was ALWAYS on T.V, he was ALWAYS on Awards shows, and in the media.

When Dangerous came out, I was again going through a hard time in my life. I had just given birth to my oldest daughter. I had just turned 18 and was in an abusive relationship. My daughters father was never home and when he was, he made my life hell. When my daughter was about 10 months, her and I used to watch footage on the news of Michael performing on tour in different countries. Thats how big he was...THAT was News!! I remembered how much he used to mean to me, how much I had missed him and began to let him back into my life.

After the allegations of abuse took place in 1993, I did not advertise that I loved Michael and believed he was innocent. I am ashamed that I did not stand up for him back then, and cared more for what people thought about me than about defending him. I secretly listened to his music when no one was around for many years.

I eventually left my ex, and am now married to a wonderful man.
When my oldest daughter was 12 I bought her two Jackson 5 CDs for Christmas. She loved them and became almost as big a fan as I am. It was something that the 2 of us could share together. She used Michael's music in the same way as I had as a child. She was very attached to her father and was devastated when he did not pick her up for his weekend visits. she used to cry and cry in her room with michaels soothing voice comforting her.

Her love of Michael made me realise how much he meant to me and I decided to tell the world my secret. I told everyone who would listen. I realised that I couldn't fight it...he was a part of me.

Then he was accused of child molestion for the 2nd time, and was going to trial. I did not believe the allegations. I knew it was a lie. I was not going to turn my back on him again...I was going to stand by him and defend him to anyone who challenged me.

My Forever Came Today

My first racial experience took place in a small farming community in Northern Ontario in the mid 70's. The population of this town at that time was 500 people who were all white. I do not remember there being any other nationalities in the community until the mid 80's.

For my birthday every year since since the age of 5, I recieved a Jackson 5 record from my parents as a gift. I had my own stereo complete with speakers and a record player in my bedroom. I can remember laying on my bed listening to Michael's voice singing "Forever Came Today" and wishing he was singing to me. I used to peer into his eyes on the "Forever Michael" record cover and kiss him. I planned to marry him when I grew up. It never dawned on me that this would never happen...a) because he was rich and famous and could have any girl he chose...b) he was much older than I was...14 yrs to be exact and c) he was Black and I was White...a huge no no back then.

One day when I was around the age of 7, I invited 3 friends up to my bedroom to listen to my stereo. I, of course, put on a Jackson 5 song (I believe it was ABC) and started to dance. Someone asked who was playing. (They all listened to Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton who both were very popular at that time). I held up my album cover and said it was the Jackson 5 and that I was in love with Michael. The 3 girls looked at each other with disgust on their faces. One girl said EWWW. I asked what was wrong...and the girl replied that he was Black.

I remember feeling really disappointed, not that I had to stop listening to his music to fit in, but disappointed that they didn't see and hear what I did, that they were judging him because of his skin and not is talent, something that the rest of the world did up until his death. From that early age I knew that this was wrong.

Their criticism of him only made me love him more. He became mine. I didn't have to share him. He was there during the nights when my parents fought with each other, when i had no one to tell my problems to. He was there when my parents finally divorced and we had to move to a bigger city so my mom could work.

Then the unthinkable happened...The album "Thriller" was released and Michael was no longer mine. He belonged to the World. He would not only become a Legend but a Supernova...and completely out of my reach forever...

Forever Came Today

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