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I understand the need to express what is in her heart. Please bare with me as my thoughts flow from my heart also. Thank you!
I am a fifty year old African American woman who grew up in what is now referred to as the "O.C." with 4 brothers. My father worked his way out of poverty and was able to move his family to an upper class white neighborhood so that we might benefit from all this world had to offer. I cannot begin to tell you what it meant to see the Jackson 5 explode into our lives and the collective consciousness of the world! Now we had someone on TV and making headlines who looked like us. Also, someone who had managed to cross the racial lines that had become increasingly broader, and more menacing since the early 60's. At a time when little colored boys and girls were made to feel second best at best, these little boys with dark skin, large afros, wide noses and voices from God brought us hope and a sense of dignity. I cannot express in words the feelings of pride and love the black community felt for these well mannered, soft spoken, good looking and awesomely talented kids. I can only say it was liken to the feelings aroused in Americans when President Obama was elected to office. Only the feelings Michael stirred within us, then and now, brought on by his heartfelt and captivating voice and insane dance moves, touched the very depth of our souls .
When millions of people, from all walks of life, recognize the genius of a little boy and his obviously God given and blessed talent, we know instinctively that he is a gift to us from above. We watched the talented, painfully shy little boy, who was robbed of his childhood, grow into a musical genius with a troubled soul. I and my two son's represent 3 generations to witness this man and his unprecedented talent. There will never be another person on earth to accomplish what Michael Jackson accomplished in the world of music. Period.
As I sat crying for Michael, I realized that I not only cried for the loss of a great talent and a man too compassionate for this time and place, but I also cried over the passing of time. The realization that time goes on without any warning. We assume that the people, in whose eyes reflect our memories, will always be with us. A safe harbor for our past and the continued promise of our future. If not forever, but until we are gone. Because to lose them would be to lose a piece of ourselves. We were punched in the stomach by a gale force wind, suddenly and with devastation, reminded on Thursday, June 25th 2009 at 2:30 pm on beautiful, bright and perfectly sunny California day, that God giveth and He taketh away.
I believe when Michael Jackson spirit left his physical body he was released from the pain and heaviness of this world. He experienced the unconditional love, light, peace and tranquility he so desperately sought while here on earth. I believe he found the joy and happiness of spirit experienced on earth only by very young children. I believe he was shown that his children and family would be okay without him. That he was witness to the millions of people who loved him and would mourn him. He would know without uncertainty that his life, music and message would endure until the end of mankind itself. He would understand that he had completed his mission with flying colors and now he was being allowed to come home. I can only imagine the complete and total joy that encompassed him.
We will cry and mourn the loss of Michael. We will indulge our selfishness and may curse God and ask why? But after we have cried until we can cry no more, we will celebrate. We will celebrate the gift that was Michael Jackson. The music, the dance, the caring and compassionate man who gave so much to so many literally and figuratively. A man who cared as much about the children of stranger's as he cared about his own children. A man who was most happy bringing love and music to millions, often while concealing his own pain and sorrow. We will try our best to moonwalk. We will listen to his lyrics and watch his videos. We will be captivated over and over again by his poignant voice and breathtaking movements. We will understand that we too were blessed to have been alive to witness true musical genius. We will come to understand the price Michael paid for our entertainment and we will realized how we took this talented man for granted.
Thank you Michael. You brought to us a little piece of heaven here on earth. Now it is time for you to rest. A rest that will be short lived I'm sure. The band in heaven has probably already handed you a sequined glove and microphone!
PS To The Haters: First, before espousing your hateful rhetoric, try to remember that a mother has outlived her son and that 3 children have lost the only parent they have ever known. Second, contemplate the fact that over 35 years, and contact with 100's of children, Michael Jackson was accused by only two families. As a parent, I can say that no amount of money would prevent me from pressing criminal charges against someone who molested my child. As a black person, I have no doubt that a D.A. with a grudge would try a person of color whether he was guilty or not. Michael was found not guilty of all charges, why is that not good enough to stop the spewing of hatred? Give it a rest. Perhaps if the haters, who are fixated on the false accusations brought against Michael, spent a fraction of their time talking about MANBA, or the children kidnapped for the sexual pleasure of pedophiles or the abominations committed against children of the Catholic church, they might be taken seriously and one might actually believed they cared about victim's of child abuse!
I understand the need to express what is in her heart. Please bare with me as my thoughts flow from my heart also. Thank you!
I am a fifty year old African American woman who grew up in what is now referred to as the "O.C." with 4 brothers. My father worked his way out of poverty and was able to move his family to an upper class white neighborhood so that we might benefit from all this world had to offer. I cannot begin to tell you what it meant to see the Jackson 5 explode into our lives and the collective consciousness of the world! Now we had someone on TV and making headlines who looked like us. Also, someone who had managed to cross the racial lines that had become increasingly broader, and more menacing since the early 60's. At a time when little colored boys and girls were made to feel second best at best, these little boys with dark skin, large afros, wide noses and voices from God brought us hope and a sense of dignity. I cannot express in words the feelings of pride and love the black community felt for these well mannered, soft spoken, good looking and awesomely talented kids. I can only say it was liken to the feelings aroused in Americans when President Obama was elected to office. Only the feelings Michael stirred within us, then and now, brought on by his heartfelt and captivating voice and insane dance moves, touched the very depth of our souls .
When millions of people, from all walks of life, recognize the genius of a little boy and his obviously God given and blessed talent, we know instinctively that he is a gift to us from above. We watched the talented, painfully shy little boy, who was robbed of his childhood, grow into a musical genius with a troubled soul. I and my two son's represent 3 generations to witness this man and his unprecedented talent. There will never be another person on earth to accomplish what Michael Jackson accomplished in the world of music. Period.
As I sat crying for Michael, I realized that I not only cried for the loss of a great talent and a man too compassionate for this time and place, but I also cried over the passing of time. The realization that time goes on without any warning. We assume that the people, in whose eyes reflect our memories, will always be with us. A safe harbor for our past and the continued promise of our future. If not forever, but until we are gone. Because to lose them would be to lose a piece of ourselves. We were punched in the stomach by a gale force wind, suddenly and with devastation, reminded on Thursday, June 25th 2009 at 2:30 pm on beautiful, bright and perfectly sunny California day, that God giveth and He taketh away.
I believe when Michael Jackson spirit left his physical body he was released from the pain and heaviness of this world. He experienced the unconditional love, light, peace and tranquility he so desperately sought while here on earth. I believe he found the joy and happiness of spirit experienced on earth only by very young children. I believe he was shown that his children and family would be okay without him. That he was witness to the millions of people who loved him and would mourn him. He would know without uncertainty that his life, music and message would endure until the end of mankind itself. He would understand that he had completed his mission with flying colors and now he was being allowed to come home. I can only imagine the complete and total joy that encompassed him.
We will cry and mourn the loss of Michael. We will indulge our selfishness and may curse God and ask why? But after we have cried until we can cry no more, we will celebrate. We will celebrate the gift that was Michael Jackson. The music, the dance, the caring and compassionate man who gave so much to so many literally and figuratively. A man who cared as much about the children of stranger's as he cared about his own children. A man who was most happy bringing love and music to millions, often while concealing his own pain and sorrow. We will try our best to moonwalk. We will listen to his lyrics and watch his videos. We will be captivated over and over again by his poignant voice and breathtaking movements. We will understand that we too were blessed to have been alive to witness true musical genius. We will come to understand the price Michael paid for our entertainment and we will realized how we took this talented man for granted.
Thank you Michael. You brought to us a little piece of heaven here on earth. Now it is time for you to rest. A rest that will be short lived I'm sure. The band in heaven has probably already handed you a sequined glove and microphone!
PS To The Haters: First, before espousing your hateful rhetoric, try to remember that a mother has outlived her son and that 3 children have lost the only parent they have ever known. Second, contemplate the fact that over 35 years, and contact with 100's of children, Michael Jackson was accused by only two families. As a parent, I can say that no amount of money would prevent me from pressing criminal charges against someone who molested my child. As a black person, I have no doubt that a D.A. with a grudge would try a person of color whether he was guilty or not. Michael was found not guilty of all charges, why is that not good enough to stop the spewing of hatred? Give it a rest. Perhaps if the haters, who are fixated on the false accusations brought against Michael, spent a fraction of their time talking about MANBA, or the children kidnapped for the sexual pleasure of pedophiles or the abominations committed against children of the Catholic church, they might be taken seriously and one might actually believed they cared about victim's of child abuse!
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