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Another article by Aida Poulsen's Healthy Living Magazine that goes on about analysis MJ's life and death .. Michael And Salieri
This story appears in the February 2014 issue of HealthyLivinG Magazine
The way we choose (or are forced) to think of ourselves and others destines our health, health of our children, families and society. In the thrilling health story of Michael Jackson’s life and death too many forces were cross manipulating our innate sensitivities, often only to meet goals of overcoming their own insignificance by utilizing the free ride on its subject’s unmitigated powers to drive attention. When the profits are made and the hot porridge cooled down, I suggest giving this story another try.
Would you like a 40-year-old neighbor who works on a tree, dances like a dough mixer, screams like a monster, looks like a ghost**, can suddenly start walking backwards, plays with minors and snakes and is visited by buses of poor and terminally ill children with their families, riding with them his own carousels and train in his backyard? He is also maniacally followed by a squad of agitated youngsters who look like they are on a factory strike and reside crucified on his gates, with the odd addition of some shady personalities, hiding in bushes their expensive lenses. News helicopters routinely adorn the sky above the house. The neighbor sleeps in one bedroom with children, having hearty approval of their parents, because he is incapable of saying no to a child and the latter would not leave him alone for a kingdom.
If this is not yet untoward enough, occasionally 70 brave policemen will storm the gates, after which the village immerses itself in watching on every world’s TV horror tales of how your weirdo monster neighbor tortured those terminally ill children right under the noses of their parents, siblings, his own three children and some 50 staff members. In about a year of these bedtime stories, the TV fairy tellers, suddenly bucked off from riding the ghost’s wings to the hype of their once-in-a-lifetime ratings, will gravely inform you that the tales transpired to be an inspiration of yet another, bigwig neighborhood prosecutor.
Shaved Heads
As humans grow up, they are being melded, bent and bred into something their temporary possessor imagines being right, defined by the randomness of birth geography and varying as much as dancing in feathers around a bloody piece of wood and beheading animals, smashing foreheads at hard surfaces, wearing ties under nearly shaved heads, marrying a couple of hundred children or killing those whose only guilt is to be born in another place. Each makes one a “good” kind of person in one neighborhood and an abomination in another.
The rules inside each circle are contradicting and confusing but surprisingly similar. A human body is professed to be nature’s (or that wooden centerpiece’s) surpassing gift, but it embodies shameful desires which must be suppressed, no matter the mental or reproductive damage. Ego is the driving force for achievement after survival means are met, but one must behave relentlessly denying it. A child, to prove himself eligible for a rub, must profess finding pleasure in soaking in blood feathers or smashing his forehead even harder or… look further down the list. A desideratum of lies and pretentions is violently implanted into a child’s brain, yet they are punished if caught in a lie. An extravagance of discovering who you are is beyond reach. Fine-tuning takes place in judgmental gatherings where the fun gossip about an absent one coaches civilians to conceal the whole truth about themselves to control the damage to their public appearance—the thing Michael Jackson probably happened to slight for his full time job from the age of five. At this earliest moment of consciousness having proven himself for a rare ability, heading to the enormity of social acceptance no one else may conquer for another 50 or so years, he has escaped by these means an important exercise where he would have learned that the only purpose for a man to surround himself with children is to have sex. Any “normal” person but Michael Jackson would have known the answer to the question: if a mega star, vulnerable to allegations—single, asexual, known for children’s charity and “strange affinity” in the media’s language or “love” for them in his terms— is to become a target, what would be the accusation? Rrright…
A luxury of not caring to adopt some confinements for the sake of social acceptance resulted later in such a spectacularly lost war with the media that it was beyond repair by contribution of a decisive legal victory of 2005.
Vase Child
Children are born to challenge the social imposition, feeling with all their little bodies the injustice, silliness and cruelty of the confinement, in many cases magnified by the ugliness of an autocracy in the country, neighborhood or household. Seeking a childhood escape from all of them in my own reading obsession, I was struck one day by Victor Hugo’s comprachicos in The Man Who Laughs. These 17th century businessmen mutilated and disfigured children to be exhibited as carnival freaks, placing them into boxes (vases in China), while they grew, and adding confining parts inside to maim young flesh; just like every supposition and prejudice imposed on a child, transforming and bending purity, adds yet another sprawl to configure an imaginary physical body of our mind. The savaging violence upon a child’s essence, stripping of his own awareness, unabated, non-judgmental perception, is a routine normality; the damage is invisible and defacement and deformity it has produced will never allow us, a comprachicos’ children, a frill of developing our own empowering consciousness. The imposed judgments will fog our minds with only a few managing to escape due to either unusual powers or circumstances.
Michael Jackson Healthy Living Magazine Michal and Salieri Vase child
- Are you a cripple?
I was typing at the table for disabled at Starbucks, as all the others were taken and my upstairs office’s buzz wouldn’t let me write. A guy was clearly hitting on me.
- We all are
- ??
- People love crippling each other, don’t they? Makes them feel less crippled…
- Take care, this speaks of bitterness
- Who cares, after swimming in this mud…
I looked at the stack of 10-year old newspapers on the Michael Jackson trial on my table which I disdained to touch after going through a couple, and chuckled, convinced I had just inspired a scene in a series “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Seconds.”
Through enduring whips of social rejection for not going mainstream, it transpires to children that what they were told is indeed the easy way and the slightest fluctuation will be painfully condemned and ridiculed, eventually transforming them into executors of society’s hammer-will to confront another child’s freshness of mind. Unless a rare freak bears an uncommon passion to withstand the pressure and become the former. Michael Jackson has formed an ultimate salient example of the fate of not obliging. “Being mobbed hurts. You feel like you’re spaghetti among thousands of hands. They’re just ripping you and pulling your hair. And you feel that any moment you’re gonna just break.” His awkward and late attempts to please the mobster in hopes of mercy fell onto the soil of a circus groomed for profiting on exhibiting the carnival freak.
* In drama Mozart and Salieri by Alexander Pushkin, opera by Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov and the feature film Amadeus by Miloš Forman Salieri was an obsessed tormentor who drove Mozart to an early grave by poisoning him and convincing the Roman Emperor that his music was worthless.
** Ghost is a 1996 short film starring Michael Jackson and portraying him as a lonely ghost who lives in a castle and scares the village people.
Pay In Millions Souls
Seeing someone breaking free is not uplifting but disturbing to us. Being paid millions in money and souls for what he had the greatest talent of all living creatures, produced envy and greed, turning his surroundings into a “viper’s nest,” as those surrounding him described. Ironically, he then brought in a boa and manikins to save himself from the pain of loneliness. What an insult to us: the most desirable friend on Earth preferred a snake and manikins because dealing with us, agendus and pretentious adults, is insufferable. Until he discovered: children were truthful to him. Or so he wanted to think.
A severe consequence for being different is an ordinary crowd control tool for managing the riot. What would become of us if we were given that freedom? Probably those boxes make sense? Indeed another bristly wall of the box society kept for Michael Jackson was formed by its scars from stories of abusive priests, teachers and scout masters.
You’re playin’ with your life,
This ain’t no truth or dare
They’ll kick you, then they beat you
Then they’ll tell you it’s fair.
That early social acceptance, paid for by the casualty of childhood, did not leave young Michael without scars. Including injured sexuality from being forced to witness the unbridled sex life of his extensive male family. But it allowed him a much stouter luxury than money can buy—to not conform as much as we, comprachico children, do; to transgress the societal spheres by being catapulted from the lower class into the world’s elite, which enabled to confront construction of social identity, stand up to pressure and develop his gift and personality. To lessen the weight of violently foisted curbs, flying higher, seeing further, being less blind and selfish—all that eventually produced a humanitarian on another scale, revolutionizing celebrity philanthropy in general; scoring two million per year right before the first accusation of child molestation in 1993 and $300-$500 million (different estimates) during lifetime, visiting and showering with gifts, largely non-televised, nearly as many children’s hospitals and orphanages as he gave solo concerts. He indeed meditated to pick up after Mother Theresa—the thought he was lashed for by the press riding his wings.
Attorneys' Minds
What it is worth to reach a unanimous jury verdict on 10 counts is convincing enough to take sides with the jury. Two humble defense attorneys’ minds confronted an obsessed-with-Michael-Jackson-like-a-teen-girl, bone-cracking prosecution power machine, throwing millions into the oven: 70 policemen searching the house, prosecutors scouring the globe for victims, only to the vexation of hearing that the accused is an angel. But it’s not only the jury that forms my mind.
Two more considerations, one is legitimate, the second affording the freedom of being utterly ignored as it does not possess any material fact.
Number one is the research, which includes interviews with firsthand observers and accounts and books by the accusing or skewed but formally neutral journalists. I should mention I did not research much of the “pro” party except to confirm in cross-references the chain of events and sources’ credibility. The reason for researching the accusing parties’ accounts and documents alone was for the exigency of finding something, anything, to intrude and that could not be overturned by a courtroom cross examination, as both the 1993 and 2005 Michael Jackson cases had no physical evidence to substantiate. In my early career as a defense attorney the courtroom environment taught me to forsee how a testimony may play out in the cross. I haven’t found one that could stand a defense. After coming to this conclusion there was not much rationale for researching a defending argumentation.
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Courtrooms, above all, like scrutinizing a character. And here comes the big one: the defendant’s history of massive unseen giving, with child abuse as far from the character as an alternative universe. Dreaming of having his own children, an extreme soft and sensitive character built masked hospital beds for terminally ill children into the walls of his home theater. How would someone even come up with such an idea? What kind of mindset? Right, freaky. The face of humanity would not be of celebs utilizing Africa’s desperation to boost their image by serving porridge for a video take if freaks had a chance to survive with us.
Salieri's Guilt
The second one, the one to be ignored, but which held me from falling too easy prey to the media coverage, is the art. Imagine the art of a genius created out of lies and deceptions. Is there a question that Michael Jackson is a genius? Defining the standards, changing the culture, breaking boundaries of race and nations and leaving a footprint on every artist and every audience could be taken as the definition. After the dust settles the artist whose humanitarian efforts largely became his art will come into sight. Who else would have shot million dollar music videos to showcase not his/ her own sexy poses but world’s devastations—from dying of hunger children to nazism, without a single shot of the beloved self? His art is his essence; he is its embodiment. It wouldn’t be genius otherwise.
The cloud of obscene accusations will obscure Michael Jackson’s image. The ones who believe in innocence will see it as a martyr’s halo, the opposite party curse the cloud that carried him away from rotting in jail. With time Michael Jackson’s art will win for him all the battles he lost during his lifetime. The human race will likely take on its shoulders one more guilt for its Salieries. The Salieri of this story will live a comfortable life just like the real one. The only predicament Salieries usually run into is the music of their Mozart is heard from every window. Reminding them they will be remembered as the ones who throttled those inhumanly talented sounds. Hey, Salieri, don’t you feel the beat?
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Edited by ArcoIris - 1/4/2018, 01:40
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