Michael Jackson; a saint for our times
(And don’t forget to read the follow-up post to this)
Having written about “is Jesus as famous as Bono” I am not unused to controversy, but you and I and Bono and Jesus and MJ know that post is nothing on one attacking the sanctimony around the one-year anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death.
Not to be cold-blooded about it (oh, perish the thought!) but as I said on Gawker:
And STAY down, you bastard. I highly approve of the masses gathering, if only to tramp the dirt down.
Yes, he made some terrific songs. He could dance up a storm. He was a fantastic entertainer, one of the greatest. And overcame a background of terrible abuse to become his own man and direct his own course.
But the truth is, he gave children as young as eight or nine alcohol without their knowledge, slept with little boys, and bought off or threatened the parents into silence. Something about this makes me uncomfortable describing his death as a loss.
I spoke to hundreds of people who knew Jackson and, in the course of my reporting, found families who had given their sons up to him and paid dearly for it. I found people who had been asked to supply him with drugs. I even found the business manager who told me on-the-record how he had had to wire $150,000 to a voodoo chief in Mali who had 42 cows ritually sacrificed in order to put a curse on David Geffen, Steven Spielberg, and 23 others on Jackson’s enemies list. I sat through two trials and watched his bizarre behavior on the stand when he said he did not recognize his publicist of a decade. One of the reasons I endured this not-fun circus was that, when I began, I was the mother of a boy roughly the same age as the ones Jackson was so interested in spending the night with. His behavior truly troubled me. Understandably, in the wake of his death, there are those who do not want to hear these sad facts. Yet nothing that Vanity Fair printed was ever challenged legally by Jackson or his associates.
Of course not, because it was true. Michael Jackson was an active, predatory pederast whose proclivities were supported by the celebrity-industrial complex, and however catchy and inspiring his songs they will never make up for the damage he inflicted on little boys all over the world.
There, I said it.
Bono is totally feeling the heat:
Michael Jackson totally dominates Jesus in Google results. 60 million to 9.5 million. Looks like Michael is even bigger than The Beatles now…