I feel compelled to write Malcimus' emotions toward a truly larger than life superstar. The death of Michael Jackson came with laughter and a lot of "he-he's and crotch grabbing" at my job when the news came down MSNBCNEWS.com For a moment, I smirked. I reflected on climbing trees and dangling babies. I saw what media outlets depicted of MJ for over a decade. I saw a family with a tyrant for a dad who exploited his children to insanity. I saw a man trapped as a 9 year old with alpacas as pets. I saw dirt on skin.
Let me dig deeper... Humans have layers.
I saw a kid at 9 years old rule Motown and be required NEVER to have a childhood. EVER! I saw jealous management, producers, housekeepers, and even his own dad. Michael, in my opinion, never had a chance. I can't speak on all of his accomplishments but he ruled the world.
My favorite Michael Jackson moment was Motown 25. My dad thought MJ was a punk and my mom said he couldn't dance. Somehow, myself and my siblings convinced them to tune in reluctantly. The moonwalk was the most unbelievable thing I had ever seen! I could feel my parents edge up on their seats while watching him perform. I was in a trance. The next couple of weeks followed with people getting "Jerry Curls" and "Beat It" jackets. I thought it was hilarious. My mom, dad, and both sisters had "the jerry". That's right, I said my dad. I remember the pink rollers in his hair.
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