It’s officially ‘back to school’ time. Five-Star commercials are running like wild fire and kids are pushing passed me in the supermarket for notebooks. I don’t care what gadgets these new fangled kids are getting, us 80s babies got the best and brightest hook ups of them all. I will never forget my mother getting a swarm of Chucky Cheese pencils, only for me to give out each and every one of them before the week was out. By Friday, I was known as the Indian giver because I had to ask for them back. (Sidebar: Why is that called “Indian giver?” I don’t believe Indians gave things and then asked for them back!?! Please let me know!)
Anyway – as Jay-Z says, “You can pay for school but you can’t buy class” and he’s absolutely right. We all know that common sense is the most valuable smarts of them all, but it’s funny how we just don’t wanna pay attention.
Recently, a friend of mine came to me about a dating question. She wanted to know if the person she was digging really likes her, based on a few scenarios presented. I don’t like commenting on people’s situations because Lawd knows I have gotten plenty of sound advice and have not taken it until going through the fire myself. I carefully broke down some of the reasons why I felt the person was not all that interested, most specifically he wasn’t showing initiative. She continued to say, “But he hits me up…but he talks to me for X amount of time.” NO, NO my sister. Not the same thing. Anyone can talk, but who is backing it up!?! Look, don’t listen! PLEASE…I’m telling you…Check yourself before you wreck yourself and wind up swimming in the pool of lovelike by yo’self!!!
As I sat and reflected on my own experiences, I just thought about all the stupid moves I have made, thinking that someone would like me more if I “worked” harder for their attention. What kind of assanine thought is that?!?! That sounds so ridiculous, but that’s really how I was maneuvering. Maybe if I show up…maybe if I just talk about what I want…aww, it doesn’t hurt to reach out first…again…again…and again. It doesn’t hurt them cause they don’t care but it most certainly puts a damper on your parade if you’re hoping and wishing for something that’s not there.
But it’s ok, we all put ourselves through emotional agony. And what’s funny, we know it all along. If we listen closely to our inner voice, we’ll breathe and remain calm for a few more moments so we can catch ourselves…but usually, we’re so hung up those thoughts of tranquility don’t seep through in the least.
It’s so interesting how much thought and weight we put on things that don’t feel great. If it doesn’t feel good, if we’re not laughing, loving, and learning, just cut it off. End of story! Don’t even waste your time. Our time is too precious and too valuable to just waste on contemplation. (This is really easy to say now that I’m not crying my eyes out. LOL But I think I’ve finally gotten it. Maybe.)
Now if someone IS showing you interest and you are interested back, please just have fun with them and learn what it feels like to be appreciated. I’m not really sure how or why we got tricked into just letting our mind jump down the aisle, but let’s dial it back and just enjoy our present.
What a difference 5 years makes when it comes to life lessons and just age old personal experience. Goodness gracious great northern beans…LOL.
Ok, that’s it for me for now!! Let’s use our common sense. If it doesn’t fit, we must acquit! Size 7 shoes on Size 9 feet never fit, no matter how hard you squeeze. Try another shoe on or get crazy corns and an irritated heel. HA. Gotta get back to writing.
Love,
Kris
Monday, August 24, 2009
The ‘Pop Culture’ Chronicles of Kris – 08/24/09: A Commentary on HBO's True Blood
Is anyone half as obsessed about HBO’s True Blood as I am?!? Oh my goodness, I LOVE that gosh darn show!!! I know, I know…A few of you can’t get into the blood and guts of it all, but if you can get passed the obvious turnoffs and things that naturally make us uneasy, the overall message of the show sticks out like a sore thumb.
In case you don’t watch, let’s fill you in right here and now. True Blood is about a young woman named Sookie who falls in love with a vampire named Bill. Sookie can read minds and this helps her navigate through danger as she and Bill face life-threatening moments throughout the series. That’s not even the half of what goes on, but basically Bill and Sookie are able to transcend the social boundaries of “human” and “vampire”; they help others regardless of who or what they are.
My best friend and I spend hours debriefing the show because it’s an obvious allegory for what’s going on today. Vampires want equal rights in this land of humans, and the radical humans will go through Hell and high water to make sure this doesn’t happen. But as we journey through the story lines, we realize that humans and vampires are much the same. And we’re coming to a point where humans and vampires have to come together to fight for a cause that’s bigger than their social prejudices. They must literally destroy evil. Oh my goodness, LOOOOVE IT!
What’s funny about the show is that in this point of the season, most of the townspeople have been possessed by the demonic energy and have been filled with “nothingness.” Last night Sookie read into her best friend’s brain and saw complete darkness, blank thoughts. This is also synonymous with today’s culture. If we, as a people, don’t wake up and stand for something, we’re just gonna fall for anything without so much as a second thought. Well, I’m not saying anything new. Our nation has already fallen into political propaganda and mainstream rigamaro, etc…our population has allowed itself to become lazy, stagnant, we can’t even pinpoint good entertainment anymore. We just sit and watch these disgustingly degrading reality shows, and think nothing of it. And we’re in such a massive consumer climate that we just want to want…and it’s not even for anything specific. In “True Blood,” the townspeople have become heathens; they are greedy and lustful beyond belief. It’s soooo flippin nutso crazy (lol) but honestly, completely fathomable for our real world at the rate we’re going. There will come a point in this life where as a global community, we’re going to be forced to come together for the greater good and expansion of ourselves. Times are changing and I hope we’re taking note…
So all in all, go get the boxed set for Kwanzaa! True Blood is LIKE THAT!
In case you don’t watch, let’s fill you in right here and now. True Blood is about a young woman named Sookie who falls in love with a vampire named Bill. Sookie can read minds and this helps her navigate through danger as she and Bill face life-threatening moments throughout the series. That’s not even the half of what goes on, but basically Bill and Sookie are able to transcend the social boundaries of “human” and “vampire”; they help others regardless of who or what they are.
My best friend and I spend hours debriefing the show because it’s an obvious allegory for what’s going on today. Vampires want equal rights in this land of humans, and the radical humans will go through Hell and high water to make sure this doesn’t happen. But as we journey through the story lines, we realize that humans and vampires are much the same. And we’re coming to a point where humans and vampires have to come together to fight for a cause that’s bigger than their social prejudices. They must literally destroy evil. Oh my goodness, LOOOOVE IT!
What’s funny about the show is that in this point of the season, most of the townspeople have been possessed by the demonic energy and have been filled with “nothingness.” Last night Sookie read into her best friend’s brain and saw complete darkness, blank thoughts. This is also synonymous with today’s culture. If we, as a people, don’t wake up and stand for something, we’re just gonna fall for anything without so much as a second thought. Well, I’m not saying anything new. Our nation has already fallen into political propaganda and mainstream rigamaro, etc…our population has allowed itself to become lazy, stagnant, we can’t even pinpoint good entertainment anymore. We just sit and watch these disgustingly degrading reality shows, and think nothing of it. And we’re in such a massive consumer climate that we just want to want…and it’s not even for anything specific. In “True Blood,” the townspeople have become heathens; they are greedy and lustful beyond belief. It’s soooo flippin nutso crazy (lol) but honestly, completely fathomable for our real world at the rate we’re going. There will come a point in this life where as a global community, we’re going to be forced to come together for the greater good and expansion of ourselves. Times are changing and I hope we’re taking note…
So all in all, go get the boxed set for Kwanzaa! True Blood is LIKE THAT!
The 'Ego Check' Chronicles of Kris - 08/24/09
*HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY NICOLE!*
*HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLUE!*
Good Morning Everyone,
Happy Monday! I am so excited for this day because it’s another opportunity to “get it right.” To do something we haven’t dared, to correct something that has had a negative effect, or to continue with the plan of excellence that may be clicking. No matter what category you fall in, make it a great day because we will never have 08/24/09 again.
Before I continue, I want to apologize for my last Chronicles posting (“Summer Daze”) in which I vented about how transitional this time has been. For those who do not know (which I take it is most of you), I have been funemployed for most of the year. I’ve been “ok,” but there are emotional ups and downs that come with the territory. The usual “I’m too talented to be at home” statements and then there’s the moment of “Am I marketing myself properly?” and then finally, then it dawns on you, “The old approach is not what’s cutting it these days” Granted, I have not found the magic touch in terms of dollars, I really cannot see this phase lasting too much longer. I mean, besides the fact that the big ol 2-5 is coming around the bend. Through it all or shall I say “nothing at all” (lol), I’ve managed to remain productive in a number of areas – finishing up all writing FINALLY and moving forward with some non-traditional methods of getting the brand out there. All in all, this year has been a productive one, and I, too, go through valleys. Definitely more peaks than valleys but there have to be moments of rearrangement so that we can get to the other side.
Lately I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the “ego.” Within the past few months, I’ve encountered many people that just mouth off. I mean they just run off at the mouth! Chirp, chirp, chirpin’ about who they are, what they are, the people they know, and what they have that I don’t. Most of these people have had success in their own right, but haven’t we all? YES! I am semi-narcoleptic so when people come to me and don’t give me room to chime in edgewise, I get sleepy pretty quickly. LOL It’s true.
One thing remains true every time – I AM NOT IMPRESSED. I really dislike people who run down their resumes at first handshake, particularly because it’s a shield. It’s a way of keeping people at bay, intimidating folks, and making them believe that you’re all of this grandeur when really “you ain’t nobody.” I don’t do the networking scene very well because of that. I love to meet people and to connect – actually I’m beginning to think connecting people is part of my life’s mission – but I do not do all that resume listing for sport. It’s not cute. So when people come to me wanting to partner and they run off at the mouth about all they supposedly have, it turns me off from seeing who they really are. Also, it’s just a waste of time.
I say this because I’ve taken many a boring meeting and thought, Oh my goodness, is this meeting about you or about what we can do to help each other grow. SMH. (LOL)
The “ego” is a whole other entity of our person and if we let it run wild, it will ruin us. I also say this because of my previous inability to see that it’s ok to try something new or what can be seen as “lower on the totem pole” so that I can continue building my portfolio and work my way back up. There’s nothing wrong with trying new positions & new partnerships if we come at it with the right perspective. But when our guards are up, we’re not allowing ourselves to see the blessings in the newness being presented. I don’t like having my ego up so I can only pray that God continues to connect me with like-minded people and situations that can allow my creativity and trust level to grow…
When we’re alright with self, there’s no need of convincing people who we are, and what we have. Let’s just be.
I’m getting my swag back (LOL) so you may get a Chronicles flood this morning. I hope you’re doing well and I hope to see you soon. Oh yes, Michael Jackson weekend!! If you love MJ and you live in NY, I better see you partying! J
Love
Kris
*HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLUE!*
Good Morning Everyone,
Happy Monday! I am so excited for this day because it’s another opportunity to “get it right.” To do something we haven’t dared, to correct something that has had a negative effect, or to continue with the plan of excellence that may be clicking. No matter what category you fall in, make it a great day because we will never have 08/24/09 again.
Before I continue, I want to apologize for my last Chronicles posting (“Summer Daze”) in which I vented about how transitional this time has been. For those who do not know (which I take it is most of you), I have been funemployed for most of the year. I’ve been “ok,” but there are emotional ups and downs that come with the territory. The usual “I’m too talented to be at home” statements and then there’s the moment of “Am I marketing myself properly?” and then finally, then it dawns on you, “The old approach is not what’s cutting it these days” Granted, I have not found the magic touch in terms of dollars, I really cannot see this phase lasting too much longer. I mean, besides the fact that the big ol 2-5 is coming around the bend. Through it all or shall I say “nothing at all” (lol), I’ve managed to remain productive in a number of areas – finishing up all writing FINALLY and moving forward with some non-traditional methods of getting the brand out there. All in all, this year has been a productive one, and I, too, go through valleys. Definitely more peaks than valleys but there have to be moments of rearrangement so that we can get to the other side.
Lately I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the “ego.” Within the past few months, I’ve encountered many people that just mouth off. I mean they just run off at the mouth! Chirp, chirp, chirpin’ about who they are, what they are, the people they know, and what they have that I don’t. Most of these people have had success in their own right, but haven’t we all? YES! I am semi-narcoleptic so when people come to me and don’t give me room to chime in edgewise, I get sleepy pretty quickly. LOL It’s true.
One thing remains true every time – I AM NOT IMPRESSED. I really dislike people who run down their resumes at first handshake, particularly because it’s a shield. It’s a way of keeping people at bay, intimidating folks, and making them believe that you’re all of this grandeur when really “you ain’t nobody.” I don’t do the networking scene very well because of that. I love to meet people and to connect – actually I’m beginning to think connecting people is part of my life’s mission – but I do not do all that resume listing for sport. It’s not cute. So when people come to me wanting to partner and they run off at the mouth about all they supposedly have, it turns me off from seeing who they really are. Also, it’s just a waste of time.
I say this because I’ve taken many a boring meeting and thought, Oh my goodness, is this meeting about you or about what we can do to help each other grow. SMH. (LOL)
The “ego” is a whole other entity of our person and if we let it run wild, it will ruin us. I also say this because of my previous inability to see that it’s ok to try something new or what can be seen as “lower on the totem pole” so that I can continue building my portfolio and work my way back up. There’s nothing wrong with trying new positions & new partnerships if we come at it with the right perspective. But when our guards are up, we’re not allowing ourselves to see the blessings in the newness being presented. I don’t like having my ego up so I can only pray that God continues to connect me with like-minded people and situations that can allow my creativity and trust level to grow…
When we’re alright with self, there’s no need of convincing people who we are, and what we have. Let’s just be.
I’m getting my swag back (LOL) so you may get a Chronicles flood this morning. I hope you’re doing well and I hope to see you soon. Oh yes, Michael Jackson weekend!! If you love MJ and you live in NY, I better see you partying! J
Love
Kris
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The 'Let Go of Summer Daze' Chronicles of Kris - 08/12/09
Hi Everyone,
How are you? I know it's been more than a hot minute since I've reached out, and my only excuse is "taking a summer break." However, we all know that I bask in the opportunity to run my mouth and type feverishly so I really don't know what happened. A week turned into two weeks, and then I just took an unforeseen hiatus for every reason and no reason at all. But I'm back, kicking and screaming, and that's all that matters.
It's not even Fall and I'm already starting the countdown to my 25th birthday, which is on November 25th if you'd like to count down with me. Besides the fact that I am trying to decide between a New Jack Swing or MJ themed party, I feel like some things might actually start clicking by then. This year has been, well, interesting. Slow to say the least. Transformative to say the most. Going at its own pace but it is indeed going with intention. It's one of those caterpillar seasons, but alas we know those pretty wings are coming soon!
I am intrigued, bored, excited, nervous, pensive, motivated, lazy, and jazzidreaming all at the same time. I'm not one for a pot luck of emotions because all that mixed up together can sometimes equal stagnation. So I try to block out my thoughts of the unknown and keep on stepping. That's turned out to be effective as I am always plotting and planning my world takeover. But one thing is true - I am in limbo. An "I really can't tell ya what's going on" kind of limbo. An "I'm gonna ride the wave and see what shore I end up on" kind of limbo. I'm almost to the point of the "Stop asking me what I'm up to because I'm trying to figure it out myself" kind of limbo. This is the kind of feeling friends come to me with, so it's oddly uncomfortable when I am forced to take a look in the mirror. I do use my own advice but it's time to take down more notes from another, not so well known book. I suppose this is what occurs when we are forced to try new things that make us squrim but will ultimately make us better. Simply - Out with the old, in with the new. How can we move on if we don't want to let go?
The new feels so much better any ol way but yet somehow we wanna look back and try to make our former comfortable ways, people, experiences, modes of operation work. AND. THEY. JUST. CAN'T. I know I'm not speaking in specifics because I really don't have any one specific story in mind. All I know is that this has been one heck of a year with Obama as president, swine flu running rampid, the weather going mad, Michael Jackson flying back to the galaxy, several births and deaths, and Twitter shutting down for an entire day - I know, the world's truly coming to the end with that one. LOL
Sometimes I feel like nothing is going on in my life because the job market is super slow but then I stop and think about all the life changes I've experienced in the last 8 months. A number of people (new and old) have walked in and out of my life to illuminate some part of me. I have made significant strides with my "passion projects" which will no doubt be "put on" before the year's end. Lance Drummonds, me artist, me pal, has made a tremendous climb - almost 300,000 hits on his www.lancedrummondsmusic.wordpress.com blog. It is a wonderful feeling to believe in someone and watch their dream and the collective team mature steadily. And loved ones have all made courageous leaps within this same time frame. So you know what, I guess this is the year that's molding me into a true adult - and damn it, IT. IS. WEIRD... Aaah well, such is life.
I suppose this is also the formula for champions. An old chapter closing, a new chapter beginning... I just wish it would begin already!!!
You know what loves, it's passed my bedtime. It's about that time to take some Claritin and hit the hay. My allergies/cold symptoms are acting up!
Cinnamon Toast Crunch & Jello Pudd'n Pops,
Kristen Victoria
P.S. The Not So Randomness:
1) Act like you know and watch True Blood. I'm absolutely hooked! HBO, 9pm!
2) Start saving your energy for the weekend of 08/29/09 - MJ's birthday!!! (Goodness, I hope I don't break another shoe on the dance floor.)
3) I have broken the bank with my 2009 traveling so if you are an out of towner and you already know I love you, stop by mi casa!
4) I read "Act Like a Lady, Think Like A Man" finally...of course when I needed it and should have been applying some of the things we all instinctively know and don't act upon, I didn't want to touch the book. There's nothing new in there except common sense. It's a cry out for less dreamy thoughts and more real life analysis. Quick read. I recommend.
5) Big Hugs and Well Wishes All Around! :)
How are you? I know it's been more than a hot minute since I've reached out, and my only excuse is "taking a summer break." However, we all know that I bask in the opportunity to run my mouth and type feverishly so I really don't know what happened. A week turned into two weeks, and then I just took an unforeseen hiatus for every reason and no reason at all. But I'm back, kicking and screaming, and that's all that matters.
It's not even Fall and I'm already starting the countdown to my 25th birthday, which is on November 25th if you'd like to count down with me. Besides the fact that I am trying to decide between a New Jack Swing or MJ themed party, I feel like some things might actually start clicking by then. This year has been, well, interesting. Slow to say the least. Transformative to say the most. Going at its own pace but it is indeed going with intention. It's one of those caterpillar seasons, but alas we know those pretty wings are coming soon!
I am intrigued, bored, excited, nervous, pensive, motivated, lazy, and jazzidreaming all at the same time. I'm not one for a pot luck of emotions because all that mixed up together can sometimes equal stagnation. So I try to block out my thoughts of the unknown and keep on stepping. That's turned out to be effective as I am always plotting and planning my world takeover. But one thing is true - I am in limbo. An "I really can't tell ya what's going on" kind of limbo. An "I'm gonna ride the wave and see what shore I end up on" kind of limbo. I'm almost to the point of the "Stop asking me what I'm up to because I'm trying to figure it out myself" kind of limbo. This is the kind of feeling friends come to me with, so it's oddly uncomfortable when I am forced to take a look in the mirror. I do use my own advice but it's time to take down more notes from another, not so well known book. I suppose this is what occurs when we are forced to try new things that make us squrim but will ultimately make us better. Simply - Out with the old, in with the new. How can we move on if we don't want to let go?
The new feels so much better any ol way but yet somehow we wanna look back and try to make our former comfortable ways, people, experiences, modes of operation work. AND. THEY. JUST. CAN'T. I know I'm not speaking in specifics because I really don't have any one specific story in mind. All I know is that this has been one heck of a year with Obama as president, swine flu running rampid, the weather going mad, Michael Jackson flying back to the galaxy, several births and deaths, and Twitter shutting down for an entire day - I know, the world's truly coming to the end with that one. LOL
Sometimes I feel like nothing is going on in my life because the job market is super slow but then I stop and think about all the life changes I've experienced in the last 8 months. A number of people (new and old) have walked in and out of my life to illuminate some part of me. I have made significant strides with my "passion projects" which will no doubt be "put on" before the year's end. Lance Drummonds, me artist, me pal, has made a tremendous climb - almost 300,000 hits on his www.lancedrummondsmusic.wordpress.com blog. It is a wonderful feeling to believe in someone and watch their dream and the collective team mature steadily. And loved ones have all made courageous leaps within this same time frame. So you know what, I guess this is the year that's molding me into a true adult - and damn it, IT. IS. WEIRD... Aaah well, such is life.
I suppose this is also the formula for champions. An old chapter closing, a new chapter beginning... I just wish it would begin already!!!
You know what loves, it's passed my bedtime. It's about that time to take some Claritin and hit the hay. My allergies/cold symptoms are acting up!
Cinnamon Toast Crunch & Jello Pudd'n Pops,
Kristen Victoria
P.S. The Not So Randomness:
1) Act like you know and watch True Blood. I'm absolutely hooked! HBO, 9pm!
2) Start saving your energy for the weekend of 08/29/09 - MJ's birthday!!! (Goodness, I hope I don't break another shoe on the dance floor.)
3) I have broken the bank with my 2009 traveling so if you are an out of towner and you already know I love you, stop by mi casa!
4) I read "Act Like a Lady, Think Like A Man" finally...of course when I needed it and should have been applying some of the things we all instinctively know and don't act upon, I didn't want to touch the book. There's nothing new in there except common sense. It's a cry out for less dreamy thoughts and more real life analysis. Quick read. I recommend.
5) Big Hugs and Well Wishes All Around! :)
Friday, July 17, 2009
The ‘Sacrificial Dress’ Chronicles of Kris – 07/17/09
Good Morning Mi Familia,
How are you? July is one of my favorite months and it's zooming on by just like the rest of 'em. I have to be careful not to wish the time away though, as I thought we were already in the 20s. Time for me to slow MY roll.
Although I made it home late Saturday night, I mentally lollygagged my way back to Jersey on Wednesday. As you can see, I've gotten back in a "no pattern" sleeping rhythm so who knows when I'm gonna get sleepy. But that's only a minute detail to a wonderful start to the 2nd half of the year. Despite losing my favorite dress, the trip to LA was a WIN. Because of the late planning and attempt to cut costs, I refused to reserve a hotel room. It just didn't make sense to spend money to shower and sleep and spend absolutely no time in my room. So my friend/chronicler Brandon (everyone say hi!) so graciously extended his apartment to me the night I got in while my writing partner La Shell (say hi again) reached out to her friends so that I could be accommodated for the rest of the week. However, when I touched down at LAX, my brother and sister were waiting outside for me. I knew they were supposed to take me to my rental car, but they asked "Ok, so what are your plans for tonight?" When I told them, I would be waiting for my friend to get off work, my sister just sped off down the freeway. Ooookkkk. Um, I guess I'm going back to THEIR house. I nervously texted between chatter until we got to their house. No rental car pick up (lol), we just drove...
When we arrived, I greeted their mother and minutes later, my father came through the door. He took me inside of one of the bedrooms and said that I was welcome to stay for the week. I was pretty surprised, but not terribly anxious about it. It was one of those calm, sedate "wow, that's great" kind of thankfulnesses. My brother gave up his room and I slept in there for the duration of the week. You know, prior to last week, I never once thought about staying there or what it would be like to experience my father's home life...and I never really fully considered having siblings. I mean, I've just always said I have half-siblings and a step-sister but really, we're not half-people so it is what it is. We're related by blood or extension or experience. Case closed (if you've reached this level of comfort - lol). As much as I didn't know what to expect, I'm sure they didn't know either but I was very grateful that all four of them opened their hearts to me. That was really a wonderful experience to see a different side of my father I had never been exposed to and to just be myself without having my guard up. I'm thankful for that time of laugher, of clowning, of fellowship, and I'm still shocked that everyone got up at 6:30am to see me off. Wow, that was really nice. So I'll see them again. Good times had by all.
The LA TV Fest brought me out to the West Coast but even if nothing pans out due directly to the festival, I left with so much more than professional experience. I did gain many contacts and pitch a show which was great. But the highlight (besides staying with my family) was meeting the Bythewoods. You all know I've been ranting and raving about this couple (writer/directors Gina and Reggie Bythewood) since they touched base with me in April. THEY ARE THE FREAKIN BOMB! It's one thing to respect someone's craft but it's another thing to meet them and gain respect for their essence and what they stand for as people. They were so gracious and interested in what I had to say to him, and all I kept thinking was, "Wow, I can't wait to be in their shoes, inspiring young talent behind me." They are so not Hollywood...and it has been awesome to just have people listen to me, respect my talent, and just say in so many words "We're watching you, young sister." I basically left their house screaming because it's no accident that I am being guided to such humble spirits, those who live and work to love, and work to love and live.
So yes, the angels wrapped themselves around my plane's wings when it was pouring down rain on July 7th (during the live MJ tribute that I was missing!) and I arrived and departed safely. The two-day festival was very informative and being a door monitor was tiring because I was standing for 12 hours straight. I changed my clothes for the pitch meetings and due to the excitement of the week, I didn't even realize the dress was gone until I was packing for my departure to Newark. I called the hotel but who'd leave a stunner like that over the bathroom door besides me?! :( Ahh well, a small price to pay for a wonderful adventure! This journey is a blessing, and I'm so thankful for those who have gone on before me, who stand beside me, and those who are coming behind me. Aaah yes, and of course Michael is moonwalking across the sky. :)
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With that said, PART 2 OF MY ONLINE RADIO INTERVIEW WITH BLOG TALK RADIO'S BEYOND THE BLING WILL BE THIS COMING TUESDAY, JULY 21ST AT
9PM EST. GO TO WWW.BLOGTALKRADIO.COM/BEYONDTHEBLING OR CALL IN AT 347-945-5306. YES, YOU CAN LISTEN IN VIA WEB OR PHONE.
Have a wonderful weekend...Keep smiling and shining...and hit an MJ tribute party just for me!
XOXO
Kris
Friday, July 10, 2009
The 'Re-UP' Chronicles of Kris - 07/10/09
Good Morning My Lovelies & Handsomes!
Mum's been the word for the past few weeks, not because you haven't crossed my mind...there's just been ALOT happening all at once. On June 25th, I had planned to write this big ol testimonial entry and right when I hit the computer, I got wind that Michael Joseph Jackson died. WHAT?!? If you know me at all, you know that "MJ dead" isn't quite possible in my world. In short, I've never thought MJ was human to begin with so he's probably moonwalking in the galaxy, talking with God & the sacred ones, and pointing to the next planet he wants to rock cause you know Earth wasn't his first stop anyway! I still have my MJ picture I used to carry with me each day in elementary school. KRISTEN VICTORIA LOVES YOU MICHAEL, and I wish I could have been born 10 years earlier so we could have been real, true, "Precious Moments" friends.
Even if I don't want to stop jumping around & yelling to the Jacksons all day long, I have to because I have an extraordinary life to live too! In the last few weeks, I've had the amazing opportunity of being featured on an online radio program (thank you to all who called in!!!), getting in touch with some amazingly talented and well-known producers, pitching my work, and being selected to volunteer at the LA TV Festival this week. The momentum of the last few weeks has been so humbling. I feel a breakthrough in the midst, and I finally feel good about walking in it, and just letting the miracle happen. A few months ago I was super nervous about showcasing any work and the power of saying "I am..." versus "I think I am/can..." is ABSOLUTELY DIFFERENT. Not sure if anyone knows this but when MIchael was recording Thriller, he wrote on his mirror constantly. "I am going to sell 20 million albums. I am going to make the greatest selling album of all time." No matter what else went on in his life, Michael tapped into that God power, the fearlessness it takes to be GREAT. I've often thought that greatness cannot really function well in a mediocre society, one that prides itself in getting over (yes, America!). But anyway, my goal is to tear down those walls of doubt and just be freakin spectacular...
The TV Fest was a great experience, and oddly enough alot of people were inspired by "my story." We all have a story, and since I was a door monitor, I probably ended up testifying at least 7 times. I was the only person from WAAAY out of town. Briefly, a few mentors strongly suggested that I make my way out here. By the time I looked up the info, the pitch pit opportunity for show creators was closed and the registration fee was $550. Um yea, not paying that much. But the very next day, I "bumped" into a former colleague who suggested I volunteer. He reached out to the volunteer committee but there were no more spots left. Of course, I'm thinking I'm still gonna go...and I got a call just last week asking if I was still available. So, I was a last-minute shoe in for the volunteer spot and I got my behind out here. Guess where I'm staying? Aaah, with my father and his family.
So that takes the trip into a whole other stratosphere which I haven't really broken down yet. I'm really happy to have this opportunity to spend quality time in my father's comfort zone, talk with him, have dinner with a piece of me (siblings whom I don't know too well), and even learn the hustle from my father. We are building a relationship and I am most excited about facing some of the emptiness that (he and) I may have felt and moving THROUGH that. I appreciate all of them opening their home and extending their hearts to me. Everything in due time, in HIS time...
It's a calm, quiet morning in California. I'm so Eastern Standard Timed out it's not even funny. I meet with the Bythewoods for lunch this afternoon. Still trippin out that they have carved out that time. I vow to always make time for those up and comers who email and call me...cause Lord knows I'm getting at these folks, and it's amazing to be heard!
*workloveplay in progress*
Please check out the upgraded www.jazzidreamer.net and tell me what you think.
Love and hugs from the left coast!
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
Mum's been the word for the past few weeks, not because you haven't crossed my mind...there's just been ALOT happening all at once. On June 25th, I had planned to write this big ol testimonial entry and right when I hit the computer, I got wind that Michael Joseph Jackson died. WHAT?!? If you know me at all, you know that "MJ dead" isn't quite possible in my world. In short, I've never thought MJ was human to begin with so he's probably moonwalking in the galaxy, talking with God & the sacred ones, and pointing to the next planet he wants to rock cause you know Earth wasn't his first stop anyway! I still have my MJ picture I used to carry with me each day in elementary school. KRISTEN VICTORIA LOVES YOU MICHAEL, and I wish I could have been born 10 years earlier so we could have been real, true, "Precious Moments" friends.
Even if I don't want to stop jumping around & yelling to the Jacksons all day long, I have to because I have an extraordinary life to live too! In the last few weeks, I've had the amazing opportunity of being featured on an online radio program (thank you to all who called in!!!), getting in touch with some amazingly talented and well-known producers, pitching my work, and being selected to volunteer at the LA TV Festival this week. The momentum of the last few weeks has been so humbling. I feel a breakthrough in the midst, and I finally feel good about walking in it, and just letting the miracle happen. A few months ago I was super nervous about showcasing any work and the power of saying "I am..." versus "I think I am/can..." is ABSOLUTELY DIFFERENT. Not sure if anyone knows this but when MIchael was recording Thriller, he wrote on his mirror constantly. "I am going to sell 20 million albums. I am going to make the greatest selling album of all time." No matter what else went on in his life, Michael tapped into that God power, the fearlessness it takes to be GREAT. I've often thought that greatness cannot really function well in a mediocre society, one that prides itself in getting over (yes, America!). But anyway, my goal is to tear down those walls of doubt and just be freakin spectacular...
The TV Fest was a great experience, and oddly enough alot of people were inspired by "my story." We all have a story, and since I was a door monitor, I probably ended up testifying at least 7 times. I was the only person from WAAAY out of town. Briefly, a few mentors strongly suggested that I make my way out here. By the time I looked up the info, the pitch pit opportunity for show creators was closed and the registration fee was $550. Um yea, not paying that much. But the very next day, I "bumped" into a former colleague who suggested I volunteer. He reached out to the volunteer committee but there were no more spots left. Of course, I'm thinking I'm still gonna go...and I got a call just last week asking if I was still available. So, I was a last-minute shoe in for the volunteer spot and I got my behind out here. Guess where I'm staying? Aaah, with my father and his family.
So that takes the trip into a whole other stratosphere which I haven't really broken down yet. I'm really happy to have this opportunity to spend quality time in my father's comfort zone, talk with him, have dinner with a piece of me (siblings whom I don't know too well), and even learn the hustle from my father. We are building a relationship and I am most excited about facing some of the emptiness that (he and) I may have felt and moving THROUGH that. I appreciate all of them opening their home and extending their hearts to me. Everything in due time, in HIS time...
It's a calm, quiet morning in California. I'm so Eastern Standard Timed out it's not even funny. I meet with the Bythewoods for lunch this afternoon. Still trippin out that they have carved out that time. I vow to always make time for those up and comers who email and call me...cause Lord knows I'm getting at these folks, and it's amazing to be heard!
*workloveplay in progress*
Please check out the upgraded www.jazzidreamer.net and tell me what you think.
Love and hugs from the left coast!
XOXO,
Kristen Victoria
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The 'MJ According to Phonte' Chronicles of Kris - 06/30/09
I have been literally speechless for the last few days. We have been blessed to witness the greatest to EVER touch the stage. Reading this essay, written by Phonte of Little Brother, will probably inspire me to get my fingers to moving, especially since I've only been tweeting about Michael nonstop (via twitter.com/kristenvcarter). Hope you enjoy...
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My Hero Ain't Molest Them Bitch Ass Kids: Phonte's teary-eyed tribute to The King
I haven't been compelled to blog in a long time. In an era where everybody is twittering and text-messaging their lives away, a well-thought out essay that extends past 140 characters is quickly becoming a thing of the past.
But when our universe lost its brightest star on June 25, 2009, I felt a deep, overwhelming sadness that I haven't experienced in many years and I felt moved to say....something.My hero, Michael Joseph Jackson, is dead. Honestly I'm still trying to process it, almost like the loss of a much-loved family member. I mean, hell, to many of us Michael WAS family. Much like Nike, or Coca-Cola, or McDonalds, Michael Jackson wasn't so much a person as he was a living, breathing, American institution; a ubiquitous force that has seemingly existed forever and one that we couldn't imagine a world without. Seeing Michael onstage was less like watching a musician perform and more akin to witnessing a magician at work.But contrary to his otherworldly stage presence and magical aura, the man we called The King of Pop proved to be a mere mortal. And now my hero, Michael Joseph Jackson, is dead.
What isn't dead, unfortunately, is the cloud of false accusations, unsubstantiated rumors, myths, slander, and outright lies that surround his life and his legacy. The greatest myth regarding Michael Jackson is that he was a pedophile who preyed on young children. It is my belief now, just as it was 16 years ago, that the charges brought against Michael during his 1993 sexual abuse case were false. The allegations made by Jordan Chandler (the accuser) and his father Evan Chandler always seemed suspect to me for a few reasons:
1. Ask the average parent whether they'd want justice or money for their abused child and more than likely they'd say justice, if for no other reason than to protect their child (and other children) from a future attack. The fact that Evan Chandler was willing to essentially let Michael off the hook for a few million (reportedly 2-3), made their case seem like a well-orchestrated extortion attempt. In regards to the case, Evan was later caught on tape saying, "If I go through with this, I win big time. There's no way I lose. I will get everything I want and they will be destroyed forever...Michael's career will be over." Notice that homeboy ain't mention jack shit about his son. So much for being a concerned father...
2. Generally when victims of abuse come out with allegations against someone, other victims come forward to corroborate their story (i.e. the Catholic Church scandal, where a few parties came forward and it later led to thousands). Very rarely do child molesters stop at just one kid, or even two for that matter. An alleged pedophile with only two accusers is kinda like an alleged serial killer with only one body. Or an alleged sneaker addict with only two pairs of Jordans in his closet. It just doesn't make any logical sense, nor does it coincide with the recurring psychological characteristics of most people who fall into those categories. In the case of Michael Jackson vs. the Chandler family, not a single corroborating witness could be found to help prosecute the case and after raids were conducted on several of Jackson's homes, no hard evidence of sexual abuse was gathered. Michael later settled the Chandler case out of court, not as an admission of guilt, but at the behest of his lawyers and financial advisors who warned him that a criminal trial could cost him millions of dollars in legal fees, as well as the loss of hundreds of millions in touring and endorsement revenue. With the Chandler case finally over, Michael continued to tour and released his greatest hits package “HIStory” in 1995. Ten years later though, he would face another trial that, in my opinion, would be the one to literally and figuratively, kill him.
Martin Bashir’s heinous, Machiavellian documentary “Living With Michael Jackson” aired in 2003. It was in this documentary that Mike (albeit foolishly) talked about his fondness for sharing his bed with children, and was seen holding hands with a young boy. Shortly afterwards the young boy from the documentary, 13 year-old Gavin Arvizo (a cancer survivor who had all his medical bills paid for by Michael), accused him of sexual abuse. When Mike’s case against Arvizo hit airwaves in 2005, I must admit that I had my doubts. Much like the Chris Rock joke, I too shook my head in disbelief and said “ANOTHER kid!?! Mike, what the fuck?!! How could you be THAT stupid?!?!” As the case unraveled though, the financial motivations of the accuser’s family became much more apparent. Similar to the Chandler case from ‘93, the prosecution couldn’t produce any credible witnesses to corroborate Arvizo’s testimony against Michael. Many of the prosecution’s witnesses were either former employees of Michael who had financial disputes with him, or had criminal convictions themselves. Arvizo’s testimony contradicted previous statements he’d made to officials saying that nothing ever took place between him and Michael, and Arvizo’s mother Janet Arvizo, an eccentric woman with a prior conviction for welfare fraud, single-handedly killed the case with her flippant remarks on the witness stand and overall bizarre courtroom behavior. Actor Macaulay Culkin came forward in Michael’s defense and testified that no inappropriate behavior ever took place during their many times together, as did many other associates who had spent time at Neverland. Ultimately, Michael emerged from the Arvizo case with a Not Guilty verdict on all counts, but it proved to be a pyrrhic victory. The damage was already done. In the court of popular opinion, The King of Pop was an unrepentant child molestor.
When defending Michael Jackson against his detractors, I am often asked if I would let one of my sons sleep over at his house. The answer is no. Shit, I wouldn't let my sons sleep over at YOUR house. But that doesn't make you a pedophile, it just makes me a concerned and protective dad who doesn’t leave his kids around people I personally don’t know well enough to trust. When it came to children, the only thing Michael was guilty of in my opinion, was naivete. While cuddling in the bed with children isn't technically illegal, it does violate several social norms; norms that a man who dresses funny, lives at an amusement park and refers to himself as “Peter Pan” would certainly pay a higher price for breaking. When I hear the tales of Michael laying in bed with those children, watching movies, tickling, and engaging in general horseplay, it sounds less like the work of a pedophile and more like the actions of a man trying to experience a childhood he never had.
During his investigation for the Arvizo trial, Michael was examined by Dr. Stan Katz, a clinical psychologist who concluded that Michael didn’t fit the profile of a pedophile but instead that of a regressed 10 year old, an analysis which I agree with wholeheartedly. I mean after all, only a person with the simple, unsuspecting mind of a child could truly believe they could sleep in the same bed as their pre-pubescent buddies and not pay a price for it.Still, the most saddening myth surrounding Michael’s life is that he was ashamed to be Black. During the mid 80’s, in the midst of his ever-changing skin complexion and facial features, popular opinion in the Black community was that Mike was a sellout. This was an opinion that would unfortunately haunt him for the rest of his life, but a closer look reveals quite the opposite.
As echoed by my man Scorpeze of the house music duo Windimoto in his excellent blog, Michael Jackson never tried to disown or separate himself from his Blackness at any point in his career. In fact, he was probably the most openly pro-Black pop entertainer of his time. Michael Jackson ashamed to be Black? I mean, this was the same guy who:
-portrayed Black people as kings and queens in ancient Egypt ("Remember the Time" video)
-called Tommy Mottola (his then label boss) a devil and a racist-sang "white man's gotta make a change" live on the Grammies in '88
-sang about a beautiful African woman in "Liberian Girl"
-featured an African chant at the end of "Wanna Be Startin Somethin"
-donated over $25 million to the United Negro College Fund
-sang "I ain't scared of no sheets" in "Black or White" and upped the ante by morphing into a BLACK PANTHER at the video's end-wrote a song called "They Don't Really Care About Us," with a Spike Lee
-directed video that featured prisoners raising the Black power fist-uhhh “We Are The World” and USA for Africa, anyone?
What about this man wasn’t Black enough? Was it his battle with vitiligo and how it caused skin discoloration? Was it his excessive facial surgeries, due I’m sure in no small part to the teasing and ridicule he faced about his looks as a teenager? Why did we turn our collective backs on a man who always reminded us that he never forgot who he was, or more importantly, whose he was?
This essay is my plea to all people who consider themselves a fan of Michael Jackson, but especially to Black people: Don't let them talk about our Brother. Don’t let his naysayers convict him of crimes that were never proven. Don't let people reduce the memory of one of our greatest heroes to that of a weird guy who wore a shiny glove and molested little boys. When Elvis Presley died, did the media remember him as an overweight, drug-abusing racist who dated a 14 year-old, or was he eulogized as The King of Rock and Roll?
When Woody Allen dies, do you think the media will focus on the controversy behind him marrying his own stepdaughter, or on the films "Annie Hall" and "Manhattan" and how great they were? (Ditto for Jerry Lee Lewis, the rock and roll pioneer who married his 13-year old cousin.)When people accuse Michael of being a pedophile or a child molester, ask them to provide hard evidence. Ask them to provide an opinion rooted in fact, rather than one based on gossip, hearsay, and conjecture. Chances are, they won't be able to. The Black community has done a great disservice in not reciprocating the love that Michael Jackson showed us when he was alive. The least we can do in honoring his death is ensure that his legacy is remembered properly for future generations.
Was Michael Jackson a weirdo? Of course he was a weirdo. But maybe if you had been in the public eye since you were 7, had grown ass women throwing themselves at you since you were 13, suffered physical abuse at the hands of your father, watched your father and older brothers engage in sex with groupies on tour as a child, were called "Big Nose" and "ugly" by both family members AND fans, developed a skin disease that took away the one thing you repeatedly expressed your pride for, and spent the last half of your life as the most famous person on Earth, you'd probably be a bit of a weirdo too.
I am not attempting to paint Michael Jackson as a saint, as no man ever lives up to such a lofty title. But to me, the phrase “no good deed goes unpunished” seems to sum up Michael Jackson’s life more than ever.
Why would people try to tear down a man who constantly used his power, money, and influence to help others?Why would people express such disgust and contempt for a man who constantly sang of love and peace, and used his talent to entertain, uplift, and inspire millions?
Tell em that its human nature, I suppose...
Rest in Peace, Brother Michael. I love and miss you dearly.
Phonte
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My Hero Ain't Molest Them Bitch Ass Kids: Phonte's teary-eyed tribute to The King
I haven't been compelled to blog in a long time. In an era where everybody is twittering and text-messaging their lives away, a well-thought out essay that extends past 140 characters is quickly becoming a thing of the past.
But when our universe lost its brightest star on June 25, 2009, I felt a deep, overwhelming sadness that I haven't experienced in many years and I felt moved to say....something.My hero, Michael Joseph Jackson, is dead. Honestly I'm still trying to process it, almost like the loss of a much-loved family member. I mean, hell, to many of us Michael WAS family. Much like Nike, or Coca-Cola, or McDonalds, Michael Jackson wasn't so much a person as he was a living, breathing, American institution; a ubiquitous force that has seemingly existed forever and one that we couldn't imagine a world without. Seeing Michael onstage was less like watching a musician perform and more akin to witnessing a magician at work.But contrary to his otherworldly stage presence and magical aura, the man we called The King of Pop proved to be a mere mortal. And now my hero, Michael Joseph Jackson, is dead.
What isn't dead, unfortunately, is the cloud of false accusations, unsubstantiated rumors, myths, slander, and outright lies that surround his life and his legacy. The greatest myth regarding Michael Jackson is that he was a pedophile who preyed on young children. It is my belief now, just as it was 16 years ago, that the charges brought against Michael during his 1993 sexual abuse case were false. The allegations made by Jordan Chandler (the accuser) and his father Evan Chandler always seemed suspect to me for a few reasons:
1. Ask the average parent whether they'd want justice or money for their abused child and more than likely they'd say justice, if for no other reason than to protect their child (and other children) from a future attack. The fact that Evan Chandler was willing to essentially let Michael off the hook for a few million (reportedly 2-3), made their case seem like a well-orchestrated extortion attempt. In regards to the case, Evan was later caught on tape saying, "If I go through with this, I win big time. There's no way I lose. I will get everything I want and they will be destroyed forever...Michael's career will be over." Notice that homeboy ain't mention jack shit about his son. So much for being a concerned father...
2. Generally when victims of abuse come out with allegations against someone, other victims come forward to corroborate their story (i.e. the Catholic Church scandal, where a few parties came forward and it later led to thousands). Very rarely do child molesters stop at just one kid, or even two for that matter. An alleged pedophile with only two accusers is kinda like an alleged serial killer with only one body. Or an alleged sneaker addict with only two pairs of Jordans in his closet. It just doesn't make any logical sense, nor does it coincide with the recurring psychological characteristics of most people who fall into those categories. In the case of Michael Jackson vs. the Chandler family, not a single corroborating witness could be found to help prosecute the case and after raids were conducted on several of Jackson's homes, no hard evidence of sexual abuse was gathered. Michael later settled the Chandler case out of court, not as an admission of guilt, but at the behest of his lawyers and financial advisors who warned him that a criminal trial could cost him millions of dollars in legal fees, as well as the loss of hundreds of millions in touring and endorsement revenue. With the Chandler case finally over, Michael continued to tour and released his greatest hits package “HIStory” in 1995. Ten years later though, he would face another trial that, in my opinion, would be the one to literally and figuratively, kill him.
Martin Bashir’s heinous, Machiavellian documentary “Living With Michael Jackson” aired in 2003. It was in this documentary that Mike (albeit foolishly) talked about his fondness for sharing his bed with children, and was seen holding hands with a young boy. Shortly afterwards the young boy from the documentary, 13 year-old Gavin Arvizo (a cancer survivor who had all his medical bills paid for by Michael), accused him of sexual abuse. When Mike’s case against Arvizo hit airwaves in 2005, I must admit that I had my doubts. Much like the Chris Rock joke, I too shook my head in disbelief and said “ANOTHER kid!?! Mike, what the fuck?!! How could you be THAT stupid?!?!” As the case unraveled though, the financial motivations of the accuser’s family became much more apparent. Similar to the Chandler case from ‘93, the prosecution couldn’t produce any credible witnesses to corroborate Arvizo’s testimony against Michael. Many of the prosecution’s witnesses were either former employees of Michael who had financial disputes with him, or had criminal convictions themselves. Arvizo’s testimony contradicted previous statements he’d made to officials saying that nothing ever took place between him and Michael, and Arvizo’s mother Janet Arvizo, an eccentric woman with a prior conviction for welfare fraud, single-handedly killed the case with her flippant remarks on the witness stand and overall bizarre courtroom behavior. Actor Macaulay Culkin came forward in Michael’s defense and testified that no inappropriate behavior ever took place during their many times together, as did many other associates who had spent time at Neverland. Ultimately, Michael emerged from the Arvizo case with a Not Guilty verdict on all counts, but it proved to be a pyrrhic victory. The damage was already done. In the court of popular opinion, The King of Pop was an unrepentant child molestor.
When defending Michael Jackson against his detractors, I am often asked if I would let one of my sons sleep over at his house. The answer is no. Shit, I wouldn't let my sons sleep over at YOUR house. But that doesn't make you a pedophile, it just makes me a concerned and protective dad who doesn’t leave his kids around people I personally don’t know well enough to trust. When it came to children, the only thing Michael was guilty of in my opinion, was naivete. While cuddling in the bed with children isn't technically illegal, it does violate several social norms; norms that a man who dresses funny, lives at an amusement park and refers to himself as “Peter Pan” would certainly pay a higher price for breaking. When I hear the tales of Michael laying in bed with those children, watching movies, tickling, and engaging in general horseplay, it sounds less like the work of a pedophile and more like the actions of a man trying to experience a childhood he never had.
During his investigation for the Arvizo trial, Michael was examined by Dr. Stan Katz, a clinical psychologist who concluded that Michael didn’t fit the profile of a pedophile but instead that of a regressed 10 year old, an analysis which I agree with wholeheartedly. I mean after all, only a person with the simple, unsuspecting mind of a child could truly believe they could sleep in the same bed as their pre-pubescent buddies and not pay a price for it.Still, the most saddening myth surrounding Michael’s life is that he was ashamed to be Black. During the mid 80’s, in the midst of his ever-changing skin complexion and facial features, popular opinion in the Black community was that Mike was a sellout. This was an opinion that would unfortunately haunt him for the rest of his life, but a closer look reveals quite the opposite.
As echoed by my man Scorpeze of the house music duo Windimoto in his excellent blog, Michael Jackson never tried to disown or separate himself from his Blackness at any point in his career. In fact, he was probably the most openly pro-Black pop entertainer of his time. Michael Jackson ashamed to be Black? I mean, this was the same guy who:
-portrayed Black people as kings and queens in ancient Egypt ("Remember the Time" video)
-called Tommy Mottola (his then label boss) a devil and a racist-sang "white man's gotta make a change" live on the Grammies in '88
-sang about a beautiful African woman in "Liberian Girl"
-featured an African chant at the end of "Wanna Be Startin Somethin"
-donated over $25 million to the United Negro College Fund
-sang "I ain't scared of no sheets" in "Black or White" and upped the ante by morphing into a BLACK PANTHER at the video's end-wrote a song called "They Don't Really Care About Us," with a Spike Lee
-directed video that featured prisoners raising the Black power fist-uhhh “We Are The World” and USA for Africa, anyone?
What about this man wasn’t Black enough? Was it his battle with vitiligo and how it caused skin discoloration? Was it his excessive facial surgeries, due I’m sure in no small part to the teasing and ridicule he faced about his looks as a teenager? Why did we turn our collective backs on a man who always reminded us that he never forgot who he was, or more importantly, whose he was?
This essay is my plea to all people who consider themselves a fan of Michael Jackson, but especially to Black people: Don't let them talk about our Brother. Don’t let his naysayers convict him of crimes that were never proven. Don't let people reduce the memory of one of our greatest heroes to that of a weird guy who wore a shiny glove and molested little boys. When Elvis Presley died, did the media remember him as an overweight, drug-abusing racist who dated a 14 year-old, or was he eulogized as The King of Rock and Roll?
When Woody Allen dies, do you think the media will focus on the controversy behind him marrying his own stepdaughter, or on the films "Annie Hall" and "Manhattan" and how great they were? (Ditto for Jerry Lee Lewis, the rock and roll pioneer who married his 13-year old cousin.)When people accuse Michael of being a pedophile or a child molester, ask them to provide hard evidence. Ask them to provide an opinion rooted in fact, rather than one based on gossip, hearsay, and conjecture. Chances are, they won't be able to. The Black community has done a great disservice in not reciprocating the love that Michael Jackson showed us when he was alive. The least we can do in honoring his death is ensure that his legacy is remembered properly for future generations.
Was Michael Jackson a weirdo? Of course he was a weirdo. But maybe if you had been in the public eye since you were 7, had grown ass women throwing themselves at you since you were 13, suffered physical abuse at the hands of your father, watched your father and older brothers engage in sex with groupies on tour as a child, were called "Big Nose" and "ugly" by both family members AND fans, developed a skin disease that took away the one thing you repeatedly expressed your pride for, and spent the last half of your life as the most famous person on Earth, you'd probably be a bit of a weirdo too.
I am not attempting to paint Michael Jackson as a saint, as no man ever lives up to such a lofty title. But to me, the phrase “no good deed goes unpunished” seems to sum up Michael Jackson’s life more than ever.
Why would people try to tear down a man who constantly used his power, money, and influence to help others?Why would people express such disgust and contempt for a man who constantly sang of love and peace, and used his talent to entertain, uplift, and inspire millions?
Tell em that its human nature, I suppose...
Rest in Peace, Brother Michael. I love and miss you dearly.
Phonte
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