A Lot of Catching Up To Do

Like many people, I first became aware of Michael Jackson way back in 1970 when I was the ripe old age of 13. He initially came to my attention at my first dance in the eighth grade. What a nightmare that was! I was in the process of becoming a woman, and, at that time, there was still the option of either pantyhose or garters and stockings for women. I didn’t like either and so, for my first dance I decided to wear this “special” make-up that was supposed to look like hose. All I can say is that I managed to get that stuff everywhere! It didn’t help that I was painfully shy; so shy that if someone spoke to me, I would turn bright red and couldn’t answer plus I have red hair and am taller than the average female. I stopped at 5’9” tall. In addition to this, I had a lisp which speech class helped a bit.

Awkward is an understatement. Still, in spite of, or, maybe because of, the horrible conditions of that first dance (and truth be told, dances in the following years weren’t much better); in spite of this, I can still remember hearing Michael Jackson singing ABC. The song just took me away; it pulled you in and his voice was so pure. Even so, when I learned that Michael was “only” eight or nine years old, I lost interest in him. His brother, Jermaine, was much cuter….and older. It was only after his death that I learned that saying he was eight or nine was a PR ploy and learned that he would have been 12 when I was 13. However, at that time, I probably would have still thought he was too young and lost interest since age seems to be of such importance when you‘re entering puberty.

Still, Michael Jackson was always there at the periphery of my life; in the background, a steady presence. Thinking about it now that he’s gone, I liken him to electricity: you take it for granted that when you flip a switch, the light will come on; and when the power goes out for several days…or permanently, you’re devastated. Anyway, Michael was always kind of just “there” on the edges of my life, and my consciousness, until I was much older and able to get MTV. The next time Michael Jackson had an impact on my life was with the song, “Black or White.”

This particular video had an impact for several reasons. When I first heard/saw it on MTV, I had a family and it’s in this context that it impacted me. I liked “Black or White” because of the message; my children liked it because McCauley Caulkin was in the video and my partner liked it because, at that time, the morphing of people at the end was cutting edge technology and he‘s always way ahead of the pack in sniffing out new things. It is only now, after he’s passed, that I can see what a brilliant businessman and strategist Michael was in the creation of this video; a video that had something for everyone who viewed it. But, once again, Michael Jackson was relegated to the periphery of my life and consciousness; that is, until he passed away.

As stated in my previous blog, his death didn’t even really impact me until about a month later, and not until a friend of ours had also passed away and the media started their feeding frenzy in earnest; especially regarding the child molestation allegations. One thing I’ve learned over the years, and especially during Ron Paul’s run for the Republican nomination for President, is that when the media either ignores something or starts harping on something, they’re employing the art of misdirection. So, with this in mind, and the media going on and on about Jackson being a pervert, my radar picked up something fishy going on. Having been subjected to the tender mercies of the CPS myself (please note the sarcasm), my initial instinct was to totally reject the fact that Michael Jackson was a child molester and I sought out information that could settle the question once and for all. For this purpose, I chose the book, “Michael Jackson Conspiracy” by Aphrodite Jones. What appealed to me about this book was the fact that Ms. Jones was up front about her negative reporting during the trial; yet, it seems she had a conscience and wanted to set the record straight after the fact.

What’s interesting, is a video on YouTube where she talks about trying to sell her manuscript. Now bear in mind, this woman was already an established author and had several best selling books under her belt; yet, when she tried to sell the Michael Jackson manuscript giving the real skinny on his trial, she was basically told, “We don’t want anything positive toward Michael Jackson.” Wow! Maybe Michael was right when he stated in a 60 Minutes interview that there was a conspiracy against him.

Before continuing, in brief, my experience with the “Child Lovers” in the government occurred when my oldest was four years old. I was starting a new job and chose, at the suggestion of a friend, a daycare center that was on a church property and was allegedly state certified. It should be kept in mind that this was also the time during which the McMartin preschool scandal was dominating the news. There’s that mainstream media again; molding and shaping public opinion. One day, about a month after I’d started work, I noticed some small bruises up and down the back of my daughter’s calves; there was also a child size hand print on her buttocks. When I asked her what had happened, she told me that three kids had ganged up on her at school.

Both my partner and I were concerned, and, when my daughter was dropped off at school the next day, we asked that the teachers keep these children away from my daughter. I didn’t get upset, or threaten or rant or rave and thought I had handled the situation quite well, and went to work. My whole world turned upside down when I went to pick my daughter up after work. She wasn’t at the daycare and I was informed that the school had called the CPS on me! At that time, they didn’t tell you where the children were taken, so I had no idea where my daughter was; it was after business hours and I had no way of finding out if she was OK. I was numb and sick to my stomach.

This entire ordeal was one long nightmare. I was told they thought my daughter’s arm was broken which totally baffled me since her arm was fine when I had dropped her off at school and I only had their word to go on. I was devastated because my daughter had been having separation anxiety when I dropped her off and I always told her I would come and get her; and their taking her away made me a liar. When she was released from their “care” she was almost cross-eyed; the whole family commented on this and when I asked my daughter what had happened when she was there, she said she couldn’t remember. Then there was the Family court case which was a total joke.

I had a lawyer who advised me to plead guilty because it “would go easier on me if I did”…wtf? I remember asking him, “Why should I plead guilty to something I didn’t do?” Then, there was the detective who was the investigator verifying everything I told him as true and one day, in the lobby of the court, he came up to us and told us, “Someone’s jackin’ you guys around.” But he wouldn’t say who. Then, when the judge wanted to question my daughter, I was further made a liar. I had told my daughter to tell him the truth and everything would be OK; because, at that time, I thought there really was a justice system and not a Just Us system. Why was I further made a liar?

Reading the transcripts of the questioning of my daughter in the judge’s chambers, I saw that the judge, still a stranger in my book, had my daughter get on his lap even though she indicated she didn’t want to. He kept asking if her mommy hit her to which she responded, “No” and then asked if she could go to me. This went on for about four or five pages until finally, she said, “Yes”… at which point, they let her go. So much for telling the truth. Even the CPS drones were ready to drop their “case” against me based, primarily, on what the police detective found out: there really were three kids ganging up on my daughter and, according to the detective, one of them was a really big kid; the school was in violation of its state license in that rather than one teacher for every four children, it had one teacher for every twelve children; and several other items.

But was the case dropped? No. The attorney allegedly assigned to represent my daughter still wanted to pursue….I don’t even know what and the judge, who looked smug, agreed stating that it would set a precedent in the law books. And what was the final outcome of this “trial”? The judge told me I was guilty of choosing the wrong school! Not to mention, once you’re in the CPS‘ databanks, forget it; they will use any excuse to harass you. After this fiasco, I was not satisfied and appealed. All the paperwork was done within the time specified; but it was near the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays so I waited until after the New Year to call and see what the outcome was.

Turns out the lawyer, the same one who advised me to plead guilty to something I didn’t do, never filed my appeal and he couldn’t be found since he had been magically promoted after my case was heard in Family Court. Fifteen years later, I learned “who” according to the detective, was jackin’ me around, and why. Turns out the judge who heard my “case” should have recused himself because he was the one who owned the daycare where my daughter had been hurt. This son of a bitch put me through hell; made me a liar to my child and ruined my life because he was too cheap to get a proper license for his daycare and have the appropriate ratio of teachers to students thus resulting in my child being injured. This man today owns several daycare centers. Maybe evil does prosper. This incident, and harassment from the CPS in the years that followed since I was in their databanks, at first devastated me; then made me educate myself on what was really going on….the true agenda of these people, now I speak out and have found there are several websites and groups who are denouncing the CPS’ harassment of innocent families.

Which brings me back to Michael Jackson. The first time it was alleged he molested a boy was in 1993 and, under the advice from his attorney, Michael Jackson paid this boy and his family $20 million dollars. In the ensuing years, this boy has stated that he lied. That Michael Jackson never touched him and that he lied because his father wanted him to. It seems the father had written a screenplay and wanted Michael to read it. Guess he kind of blew the father off and old Dad got mad and retaliated, netting $20 million in the process. It’s interesting that this boy has made the statement several times that he lied about Michael Jackson in order to get money. The old “deep pockets” gambit; it’s also ironic that the boy’s father committed suicide after Michael Jackson died. Allegedly, the father committed suicide because he had a terminal illness…but many speculate it was because of guilt….guilt at having a hand in what ultimately murdered Michael Jackson.

Ten years later, around 2003, Michael Jackson was again accused of molesting a boy. The evolution of how this came about is suspicious in that the molestation trial was the result of a documentary by Martin Bashir; a documentary, incidentally, that was supposed to set the record straight and show Michael as the loving human being he was. It’s also interesting that Michael’s “friend” Uri Geller, an Israeli who’s worked with Israel’s intelligence agency, Mossad, encouraged him to do the documentary with Bashir; especially when there was another contender to do the documentary. Oddly enough, after smearing Michael, Bashir, like my attorney, was promoted to a news job with a major network. This is the trial Aphrodite Jones’ book covers and she shows how the media manipulated opinion against Michael Jackson.

The question is: Who did Michael piss off? And the molestation accusations weren’t even the beginning of the attacks on Michael. Reading his book, “Moonwalk” Michael speaks of when he did the Pepsi commercial; how he didn’t want to do it because he didn’t like the idea of endorsing a product that he, himself, didn’t use. He spoke of all the rehearsals for the shoot; how he would be at the top of a ramp and the magnesium flares would go off, then he’d come down the ramp. But when it came to the actual shooting of the commercial, the techs held off igniting the flares until he was right by them and it was sparks from these flares that caught his hair on fire….all caught on camera.

Apparently, when he didn’t “go away” after being burned, whoever was out to screw him really brought out the big guns in an effort to totally destroy him. And after years of media saturation regarding child abuse being heaped on the public, what better way to destroy someone’s reputation than by accusing them of this heinous act. Luckily, Michael had cameras recording Bashir’s recording of him; and it was these recordings that were used by Maury Povich in a special program to show how Bashir had edited his program to paint Michael in the worst possible light. In fact, later, the family who accused Michael Jackson, were, themselves tossed in jail. All of this got me to thinking.

My case occurred in 1985; the same time as the McMartin scandal when the CPS was just getting its legs….and its funding. Looking on the internet, I noticed that there appeared to be a decline in the reporting of alleged child abuse as well as funding in 1992...just before Michael Jackson was accused the first time of molestation. Shortly after this, in 1994, there seemed to be a sudden drastic rise in abuse allegations and, as a result of this, a need for more funding. Things settled down, and once again, the CPS appeared to be in a decline in 2000 with alleged incidents of child abuse retreating…along with the money. Then, almost as if on cue, Michael Jackson is again charged with molestation and, after his trial, in 2005, funding and incidents of alleged abuse were on the increase.

Seems to me that Michael Jackson was the unwitting poster boy for perversion used by the media and, indirectly, the CPS to show that anyone can be a molester and no one is above the law; not to mention schools began indoctrinating children on how to report people. In other words, they used Michael Jackson since virtually everyone knows who he is and then segued into what was going on in the children’s homes. The sad part about this, as shown last winter in Sacramento, is that children who truly are abused are left in abusive situations. Why? Because these children have to endure horrific abuse and even potential murder so that the CPS can point to these incidents and demand more money to “protect” children.

But they don’t protect children. CPS seems to prefer healthy, attractive, young children who are adoptable, and they do their utmost, not to reunite the family; but to tear it apart and terminate parental rights. Why? Because the state gets $20 - 40,000 per child who’s adopted. Then there’s the foster care industry. These people get paid twice as much as people on welfare, they get more food stamps and medi-cal plus they aren’t docked if they work since they’re doing the “good guy” thing….whereas welfare recipients get money taken from their check if they work. Plus, look at your state and federal tax returns; there are all kinds of write offs for foster parents….and these have only increased over the years as the foster care “industry“ has blossomed, while biological parents are basically told to go suck eggs. And the sad fact is: many of the foster parents are into what is called “warehousing” the children; meaning they take as many foster kids as they can for the money…it’s all about the money for a large majority of these people and not about the children at all.

I think Michael Jackson had an inkling of this when he wrote the songs, “Little Susie” and “All The Lost Children.” Little did he realize, he was being used by the same entities to promote the CPS‘ agenda, and unwittingly contribute to all the little Susies and lost children when allegations of molestation were waged against him. It’s sort of like when tax time rolls around and you see Willie Nelson or Wesley Snipes or Leona Helmsley being harassed by the IRS. Same principle; you might be rich; you might be famous; but we can still get you. And it’s all designed to cow the public. No wonder Michael didn’t like the media. He used to emphasize that it was the tabloids who twisted things; but, I think in the end, he realized that all the media were vultures. One thing I have to give him immense credit for is that he didn’t take their crap; he used what they did to him to write songs such as “They Don’t Really Care About Us” and the one about the D.A. Sneddon. So while these scumbags were trying to stick their hands in his pockets, he wrote songs about them, telling what really happened and was laughing all the way to the bank.

Kudos to you, Mike!

What seems to never have been reported in the American media was Michael Jackson’s humanitarian endeavors. He has given over three hundred million dollars ($300,000,000) - that’s almost half a BILLION - to charities…and he always gave freely regardless of what country, color, race, religion, sex….you name it, if he saw a need, he gave. Plus, he did this generous giving in a true Christian manner in that his right hand knew not what his left hand did; meaning he didn’t go around bragging about his charitable works. This man truly was a loving and kind human being who sincerely loved children. It’s only our own twisted and warped perspective, aided by media distortion, that saw something bad in something so good and beautiful.