The following content is from an unpublished book titled: "The Brass Tacks of an Over Polished Trophy".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.
Throughout the 1980s, Michael Jackson was on top of the world. “The King of Pop” was riding high, releasing the critically acclaimed album, “Off The Wall” in 1979 and then launching himself into super stardom with the hugely successful, “Thriller” in 1982.
Only a hermit wouldn’t already know this stuff by heart. Michael Joseph Jackson has been discussed, re-discussed, praised and worshiped to death. Yet the bulk of what the world knows about this man has been furnished by “the media.” Yes, I’m referring to that evil green-eyed monster that his fans use to account for their hero’s downfall. Exactly where they picked up the notion that they are somehow above the media is clear; they got it from Jackson himself!
Michael Jackson rarely accepted responsibility for the incredibly poor decisions he made throughout his career. It wasn’t his fault; it was the “horrible mass media” that kept blowing things out of proportion! When his popularity was at a peak and nearly everyone loved him, that was the “GOOD media!” After his inappropriate conduct around children was revealed and his squeaky clean image wasn’t enough to stop the public from suspecting that he was a pedophile, that must be the “BAD media” his fans keep shouting about!
The media is simply a means of communication that reach large numbers of people, such as television, newspapers and radio. Good or bad, it feeds our insatiable appetites for information about our world at large. MJ fans are part of this medium as much as anyone else. When a rich pop star blames the media for his problems, it’s silly. When his fans blame the media for a rich pop star’s problems, it’s downright ridiculous! His fans seem to forget that while Michael Jackson didn’t live in our world, they do.
It’s not my intention to breathe new life into these tired old myths. I want to discuss Michael Jackson’s fall from grace in direct, plain language. In preparation for doing this, I’ve discovered that you have to be willing to tunnel through an avalanche of hype designed to make Michael Jackson look like a saint just to get a tiny glimpse at what really happened. There’s simply too much money to be made selling his shiny image to millions of eager MJ consumers. The way his zealous fans cling to the visions of what a perfect angel they dream he was isn’t realistic but it is human. We all need heroes. To those that call the scrubbed down version of his image the final word on this flawed, fragile man, I say go in peace. If that makes you happy and inspires you to go out and do wonderful things for this planet, let his love light shine! Those of us that aren’t afraid to explore both sides of this debate, warts and all, let his fans preoccupy themselves with the far-fetched conspiracy theories that surround this pop icon while we concentrate on what makes sense.
A composition of this type is bound to draw criticism for not presenting a catalog of exhaustive research to back myself up. This is not an oversight on my part. I want to give my perspective on specific episodes in the Michael Jackson saga. Therefore, I’ve chosen not to bury my readers under a media mudslide because it has already been covered more meticulously elsewhere. If you find that jive fascinating, you’re welcome to it. It’s easy to find.
If you’re more interested in the story behind the propaganda, grab a shovel and start digging. I did and these are my conclusions.
Michael Jackson blazed into the last decade of the old millennium swinging on a star perched so high in the sky, only the box office numbers offer any indication that his star had begun to descend. Every album he records after “Thriller” costs more to make and sells less than the one before.
I hope the day arrives when the world realizes that Michael Jackson wasn’t an angel and Evan Chandler wasn’t a demon. They were both men with dreams. At least Evan had a sense of humor. “Men in Tights” may not have been the masterpiece “Peter Pan” was to Michael Jackson but it was a pretty funny movie.
The Mighty MJ Machine barreled forward, leaving a clutter of broken bodies in its path. Defending “The King” always required a steady supply of scapegoats. It was only a matter of time before he bit the hand that fed him. Perhaps most disturbing is the way Michael turned on his father.
After Michael Jackson dodged the bullet in 1993, he returned to his reckless way of life cockier than ever. He figured that he was so rich and famous; he could get away with anything now! With the handy “Michael didn’t pay Chandler that money, it was “His” insurance company” alibi securely in place, it was conveniently ignored that he had caved in to his accuser’s demands in order to get his case dismissed. Normally, people that want the world to know how innocent they are wouldn’t do something like that. (Unless he’s considered a saint in the first place, then he could have shot Chandler in the head and still be called innocent by his gullible fans.)
The “Living With Michael Jackson” documentary does little to repair Jackson’s damaged reputation. If anything, it completely backfires. Instead of reassuring the world that he was just a well meaning 46-year-old child, it gave discriminating viewers a glimpse into his dysfunctional world. Red flags had been frantically waving for decades by now but few have paid attention to them. Not his record label, not his family and least of all, not his hardheaded fans. They continue to stew in a pool of their own juices, dreaming of an encounter with what they consider to be their imaginary sexual superman. Never mind that he couldn’t maintain a lasting relationship with a woman and preferred to sleep with little boys!
The People vs. Jackson trial began in Santa Maria, California on January 31, 2005. Wisely, Michael Jackson had paid to have his botched cosmetic surgeries repaired beforehand. It was a definite improvement. He sat in complete silence, dressed in white, looking like an angel that had lost his wings.
Jackson’s fans rave, “It’s understandable that children would want to sleep in Michael’s bed. He was just that wonderful!” Maybe so, but the story is that after he allowed certain children into his bed, he slept on the floor!
Michael Jackson’s reckless, inappropriate behavior and relentless self-promotion earn him the much-despised nickname, “Wacko Jacko.” Jackson becomes more obsessed with his appearance than the creation of good music. His image shifted from a fresh-faced lad, jubilantly performing with his brothers to a “Thriller.” Then he became “Bad” and eventually “Dangerous.” The album cover of “HisStory” shows how crazy he had become. It features a huge statue of King Michael decked out as some kind of pop commando, with ammunition belts strapped across his chest. His posture is rigid and his fists are clenched, as if he’s leading his troops into battle. Full size replicas are made of this military figure during a 30 million dollar promotion campaign and were erected when he made public appearances. All to promote his image.
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.
After Jackson died, Dr. Murray attempted to salvage what was left of his life. He pleads not guilty and is freed on $75,000 bail. He slips out a side door of the courthouse, dodging hysterical MJ fans screaming, “Murderer!” and “Justice for Michael!” Even though he hasn’t been charged with a crime, he’s already on the top of MJ fan’s growing list of enemies.
It turns out that dying was the boost Michael Jackson’s career needed. His record sales soared once word got out that “The King of Pop” was no more. Even he knew he was destined to become a hot commodity after his death. He was heard to say, “I’m better off dead. I’m done.” two weeks before he died.