Enter Dr. Conrad Murray - Charles Thomson

Learn the truth about Michael Jackson's unhealthy interest in young boys.

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Enter Dr. Conrad Murray

The following content is from an unpublished book titled: "The Brass Tacks of an Over Polished Trophy". I'm unaware why it wasn't published, but it contains some good contents, and is useful to those researching Jackson's behaviour with young boys and the allegations against him. It has 12 chapters in total. Full credit goes to the original author.
2009 was a hectic year for the ailing super star. In May, Jackson’s former partner, Raymone Bain, sued him for breach of contract, demanding $44 million. After working for Jackson for six years and becoming general manager of his empire, Bain claims she was cheated her out of commissions on business deals she arranged for the pop star. The case lumbered on in court for three years, long after Jackson’s death. The presiding judge finally dismissed the case when he ruled he wouldn’t enforce her contract.

In July that same year, Bob Jones (Jackson’s ex-manager / vice president of communication for MJJ Productions) and Stacy Brown, (Long time associate of the Jackson clan) publish “MICHAEL JACKSON: The Man Behind the Mask” after Jackson callously fired Jones following 17 years of dedication to the pop star’s career. The 70-year-old man is given the boot, without the vacation or severance pay he had coming and ends up on Welfare. Michael Jackson is exterminating the people closet to him so he can afford his self-indulgent lifestyle.

Also in 2009, the FBI released some of the files it had collected over the past 17 years on Michael Jackson, most of them from the federal agency’s support of the California investigations of child molestation allegations against the entertainer. Many of the details contained inside these files have been blackened out and too much of it is nearly illegible. Other crucial events are scanty and undeveloped. It’s a tough read, to be sure and this works to Jackson’s advantage.

Not many of his fans have the endurance to sit past the first few pages before they toss the whole mess into the trash and conclude that they’ve been right about their hero all along. People more determined to uncover what’s hidden between the lines discover that they record obscene phone calls Jackson made to a 13-year-old boy and three Mexican boys he allegedly molested. A parent was going to press charges against him but didn’t because he was scheduled to visit the White House that night. Several restraining orders are listed against him. Two social workers witnessed him pawing an underaged boy he referred to as “his cousin” on a train. They called the authorities after hearing questionable noises through the wall. Not exactly the behavior of an “innocent man.”

Because they don’t come right out and accuse Michael Jackson of being a pedophile, hardheaded MJ lovers come an inch short of proclaiming that the FBI must be fans too! Admittedly, the files are scanty. Take the obscene phone calls Jackson is documented to have made to 13-year-old Terry George, for example. It’s abundantly clear that it was a big deal when it occurred, yet most of information about it contained in these files are from newspaper clippings. Where are the FBI records? What about those three Mexican boys they mention? What was the outcome of that investigation? It doesn’t say.

I’ll tell you where they are; they’re still tucked away in the FBI’s file cabinets. Of the 600+ pages in the Michael Jackson files, only 333 pages have been made public. What conclusions can the public make from the few sketchy documents the FBI have released? Only that there’s a lot more to this than what’s been handed over thus far. There will always be conflicting evaluations on what else the files on Michael Jackson contain but the only ones that claim, “They found nothing” are narrow-minded MJ fans and I wouldn’t call them authorities.

The U.S. Customs Service ask the FBI to review a VHS videotape labeled “Michael Jackson’s Neverland Favorites – An All Boy Anthology” confiscated at Neverland as part of a child pornography investigation. The recording was reported to be of poor quality but with all the modern filtering equipment we have available today, unless it was tampered with (or erased) there’s no reason why the FBI shouldn’t have been able to clean it up enough to view it. Regardless, the FBI have yet to reveal the contents of this tape. I wouldn’t count them out just yet. The FBI is such a huge, powerful organization, they’d reopen the Kennedy assassination files if they wanted to. No one knows what other information on Michael Jackson the FBI may still have stored in their files except the FBI.

Jackson’s career continues to nosedive. As his fans huddle together, they greatly overestimate their idol’s popularity. A national poll conducted by the Opinion Research Corporation is featured on CNN later that year:

“Roughly half of Americans say they’re fans of Michael Jackson. 51% percent of people questioned in the survey describe themselves as fans, with 49% saying they aren’t. Most women say they’re fans; most men aren’t. ‘Older Americans don’t “get” Michael Jackson. They’re offended by his defiance of our cultural norms.” – CNN Senior Political Analyst Bill Schneider.

The population of the USA was approximately 310 million people in 2009. 49% of 310 million equals 151,900,000 people that were not fans of Michael Jackson in the USA alone! It’s hard to fathom how many people that is. The combined population of Los Angeles, New York City and Chicago is approximately 40 million. That’s less than a third of the total number of non-fans in America! Without question, he wouldn’t fare as well in a popularity poll elsewhere as he does in the USA and only roughly half claim to be fans of his there. Like Elvis Presley, Michael Jackson will always have a loyal fan base but it’s unlikely he’ll be remembered with the glorious esteem his diehard fans have for him.

In the meantime, the elusive entertainer is captured on film being pushed around in a wheelchair outside a bookstore. The frail, ghastly white person hiding behind a facemask, sunglasses, scarf and hat is MJ fan’s dancing superman! The photographer comments on what he saw, “It was shocking to see that in reality that Michael Jackson is a shadow of his former self. He seemed too weak even to get out of the chair to cross the road himself. The skin on his hands was peeling, almost like a snake’s. It was really sad.” Not to his fans, it wasn’t. They were convinced that he was “Invincible.” (This was the title of his final album.)

Naturally, it was only a matter of time until someone with ample resources would be willing to try to capitalize on this fallen star one last time. Michael Jackson was a mere shadow of his former glory by 2009 but he used to be the “King of Pop!” AEG Live, (Anschutz Entertainment Group) a live-entertainment division based in Los Angeles approached Michael Jackson with what must have looked good on paper. AEG planned to book a series of concerts for Jackson to be held at The O2 Arena in London. It was a monumental endeavor. Michael Jackson hadn’t danced on stage since the series of concerts held at Madison Square Gardens in September of 2001. The last time this former superstar performed in public was at the World Music Awards in 2006 when he meekly sang one verse of “We Are the World” with a Choir of 50 Children. That leaves a lot of time offstage for this self-destructive entertainer to do whatever he pleased.

Michael Jackson claimed that he never intended to dance on stage after he turned 40. He knew that it would be anticlimactic stacked up to the dizzying heights he had already reached. Yet here he was, considering putting on (as he described it,) “the greatest show the world has ever seen” at age 50. He was obviously in a desperate state of mind. Seriously in debt and with no other prospects in sight, Jackson thought he was agreeing to ten shows. He didn’t know who he was dealing with. When those ten shows sold out in less than an hour, AEG kept booking more. They finally filled the foggy star of the show in on what they had been up to. He was now scheduled to perform fifty shows and they wanted to book even more!

AEG assured the world that Michael Jackson had undergone a thorough four hour physical and he was in terrific shape. Back on planet Earth, Jackson was in such poor health near the end of his life, he employed several personal aides to assist him. These aids have revealed the truth about his condition. They attest that he complained about being in so much pain, he could scarcely walk and preferred getting pushed around in a wheelchair. Then there were days he could barely talk, let alone sing. He was gobbling down an entire drugstore of pills just to fall asleep and another fistful to get back on his feet. These are professional people that have no reason to lie.

In the face of this enormous fiasco, rehearsals were set up for the aging performer. In May 2009, director and choreographer Kenny Ortega began work on the scheduled 50-date “This Is It” concert tour. Although they were filming, they didn’t originally intend to release the footage of Michael Jackson rehearsing in the final documentary. It was touch and go from the start. There were times everything was geared to proceed as planned and Jackson wouldn’t show up. When he did, he was so exhausted going through the dance steps that he would’ve been able to perform without breaking a sweat a decade ago, now he needed to rush to oxygen tanks positioned nearby to catch his breath. It should have given those involved with the project a clue that Jackson was too incapacitated to continue and yet two AEG execs stared straight into a camera and announced that they wished they could be as healthy as Michael Jackson!

Then AEG rents a luxurious mansion for Jackson in L.A. for $100,000 a month. There was nothing wrong with that. With the truckloads of cash AEG anticipated they would be raking in from these concerts, the “King” deserved some swanky digs. The next move AEG made was considerably more peculiar. They hire a Las Vegas doctor to stand in as Jackson’s personal physician to help get this awesome picture of health back into shape.

Enter Dr. Conrad Murray.

Conrad Murray was a cardiologist and personal physician in Las Vegas, Nevada. Born February 19, 1953, in St. Andrews, Grenada, he moved to the United States in 1980. In 1999, he opened a private practice. Jackson met Murray in Las Vegas when he summoned him to treat one of his children for a head cold. The doctor and the man with a long shopping list of ailments became fast friends and when AEG offered to hire a doctor for him, Murray was the man Jackson selected. Over time, it has become clear why. Dr. Murray was more than willing to give his star client whatever he asked for. When he was offered $150,000 dollars per month to treat Michael Jackson, Murray put his practice in Las Vegas on hold and flew to Los Angeles to make Jackson his sole concern.

The rehearsals continue. In one segment, Jackson is seen completing a dance routine as the director is heard in the background saying, “Hold it, hold it. Hold for the applause. Hold it…okay, CUT!” Jackson looks as if he can barely stand up. He knew he would have to clean up his act if he was going to be able to do what he hoped to do. In a taped conversation with Dr. Murray, it’s clear that he had lofty aspirations. Obviously inebriated from an overabundance of tranquilizers, he rambles on in slurred speech:

“Elvis didn’t do it. The Beatles didn’t do it. We have to be phenomenal. When people leave this show, when people leave my show, I want them to say, ‘I’ve never seen anything like this in my life!’ Go. Go. I’ve never seen nothing like this. Go. It’s amazing. He’s the greatest entertainer in the world. I’m taking that money, and building a children’s hospital, the biggest in the world! The Michael Jackson Children’s Hospital. Gonna have a movie Theater, game room. Children are depressed in those hospitals, no game room, no movie theater. They’re sick because they’re depressed. Their mind is depressing them. I wanna give them that. I care about them, them angels. God wants me to do it. I’m gonna do it, Conrad.” Murray replies, “I know you would.”

Jackson continues to ramble on: “Don’t have enough hope, no more hope. That’s the next generation that’s gonna save our planet starting with – we’ll talk about it. United States, Europe, Prague, my babies. They walk around with no mother; they drop them off, a psychological degradation of that. They reach out to me- please take me with you. I’m gonna do that for them. That will be remembered more than my performances. My performances will be up there helping my children and always be my dream. I love them. I love them cuz I didn’t have a childhood. I had no childhood. I feel their pain. I feel their hurt. I can deal with it. Heal the World, We Are the World, Will You Be There, The Lost Children. These are the songs I’ve written because I hurt, you know I hurt.” 13 seconds of silence pass. Murray asks, “You okay?” 8 more seconds of silence slip by. Jackson finally murmurs, “I am asleep” and goes blank.

Had the people involved with this production been more realistic, this could have been an opportunity for one of the world’s most beloved performers to wow his audience one last time. What they should have done is built a film around Jackson rehearsing for a simulated tour and performing for a mock audience. It would give his fans the next best thing to seeing him in person and Jackson could have taken his time making it. It still could have been the “greatest show on earth,” with mind-blowing special effects and the best musicians. Jackson would be out front; dancing in a dignified manner while dancers half his age would do the wild leaping and bounding. He certainly had enough life left in him to put on one hell of a show. What killed him is that they expected him to do it live.

It would have been great if he could have lived long enough to build the children’s hospital of his dreams but he had been abusing his health for too long. Murray was trying to wean Jackson off the drug that was slowly turning his brain into mush, namely, Propofol. This drug is typically used to render a patient completely unconscious prior to surgery. It was never intended to be used daily. To realize that Jackson had been using this powerful anesthetic as a handy sleeping pill is mind-blowing. Its been reported that he was living on a steady diet of pills. It shows. His 5 foot, 11 inch frame had wasted away to a skeletal condition. His fans call it maintaining a stealth “dancing weight.” Jackson’s children have a less glamorous take on it: “He was always cold. He would sit by the fire to get warm. We were always afraid he would fall in as he was so close to the flames. He couldn’t get warm.” – Paris Jackson

Dr. Murray managed to help Michael get a good night’s sleep the night before his last rehearsal. They say Jackson showed up energetic, in good spirits and the rehearsal was a grand success. (Compared to previous rehearsals when he either showed up late or was too sick to attend.) These images appear in the final “This Is It” film. Exhausted from the long rehearsal session that went on past midnight, Jackson returned home to get some rest in preparation for the next rehearsal the following day. A familiar routine followed, Dr. Murray gives Jackson Lorazepam, an anti-anxiety medicine and Midazolam, a muscle relaxant.

Nothing Murray gives Jackson works for long. Michael falls asleep for a short period of time, then wakes up again. He grows increasingly distraught. If he hadn’t been catheterized and connected to an IV, he most certainly would have been pacing the floor. Murray tries in vain to calm him down. Jackson is pleading for a blast of the Propofol taunting him from the dresser top. He is under extreme pressure by the promoters at AEG to prepare for the concert that was due to begin shortly. He begs with Murray to help him be up to snuff for the rehearsal scheduled to begin in just a few hours and sobs, “I have to get some sleep!” Dr. Murray prepares the IV to administer the Propofol.

This is where things get sketchy. Some suggest that Dr. Murray set Jackson up with an IV of Propofol and then left the room, leaving Michael to administer his own knock out juice. Others insist that Murray gave him the fatal dose. Regardless, when Murray screamed for the aid of Jackson’s bodyguard, Alberto Alvarez encountered a dreadful sight when he entered the room. Michael Jackson was gone. He was there, but he was gone. His balding scalp and skeletal frame was laid to waste and he had puncture wounds all over his body. His vacant eyes stared at the ceiling. His flaccid penis was exposed outside his gown and had a yellow colored tube hanging from it.

This is when Paris and Prince walked into the room.

Paris screamed, “DADDY!” and started to cry. He must have been a sight. Unblinking, clouded over eyes, pencil thin, blue spider webs of destroyed veins popping through his scaly, bleached skin, his penis rubbed raw from being catheterized. It was certainly something a child should never have seen.

When attempts to resuscitate Jackson proved futile, they dialed 911. The paramedics that removed Jackson’s body claim they didn’t even know who he was. They thought he was a frail old man from hospice. Hardly the final curtain call I suspect “The King” was hoping for.
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