If you haven’t seen “Leaving Neverland”, the documentary of the Michael Jackson molestation accusations then stop reading this right now and go fix that!
For the rest of us….
*Leans in and gives a whisper tone*
If you were anything like me, you watched it, still holding onto the alibi "Michael Jackson just love kids", a mantra that has been embedded in the majority of us since the first allegations. Many of us watched, ready to dismiss these claims as another ploy for attention…...that is until you saw the creepy photos, handwritten love notes and heard the high-pitched flirty voicemail left by Mr. Jackson himself!
It was bananas and even though I want to make a sarcastic remark relating it to "Surviving R. Kelly", there is simply no comparison other than the fact that BOTH men were blatantly honest about their sexual deviance through their music. For crying aloud the first verse of “Bad” begins with “Your butt is mine”. If you read the entirety of the lyrics, he’s literally telling us that he is bad, we know it and even with the whole world answering, it still has to be questioned. No different than R. Kelly’s lyrics, the one he sang and the ones he wrote for Aaliyah (Age ain't nothing but a number, going down ain't nothing but a thing). C’MON!
Michael was sexing these little boys DOWN and technically with their mothers’ permission. The fathers were (eventually) disturbed by the ordeal. So much so that one of the victim’s father took his own life and the other left.
So many questions arose from the documentary but also so many answers were provided. Removing Michael Jackson’s ability to entertain, he was a very disturbed man. The abuse he suffered as a child was publicly known, he mutilated his body in the hopes to attain a certain look (let’s be honest, he wanted to be Caucasian, hence his sexual preference in Caucasian boys and the genetic makeup of his supposed children), he spoke in an eerie and unnatural high pitched voice, people openly spoke about him having “the mind of a child”…etc. etc!
But because he can sing, move his body seamlessly and dry hump the palm of his hand on cue, all of this is overlooked and even justified by some fans.
Craziness! Pure craziness!
Michael Jackson was a pedophile player who was only exposed because the little boys (who are now men) and their families could no longer benefit. Period. This is made apparent by the constant reinforcement in the victims’ statements of loving Michael and still wanting to be his friend, even in adulthood.
It doesn’t take away from the fact that Michael seemed to be a Grade A narcissist and suffered from some sort of delayed development. Even the suits he wore to his trials before he became “sick” resembled that of a child’s private school uniform.
Overall, if you can handle explicit content and the idea of little boys being told to bend over and spread their butt cheeks, then you can handle the possibility of Michael Jackson being a monster. And maybe the adoring fans who released doves and cried hysterically upon his innocent conviction were just as delusional as him. Oprah couldn’t have quoted it better when she said,
“Celebrity supersedes criminality."
It did and still does.
But for now, the question from the highly popularized song can be directly answered.
You, Michael. You.