So now that the Michael Jackson hysteria is dying down, I'm starting to realize something... as much as people ripped on him in his life and death about his not wanting to be black anymore, no one ever presented the alternative viewpoint...But in order to present the alternative... let's "pretend" for a second that Michael never had a skin disease. Let's "pretend" that he made all the physical changes himself. Now most people pretend that already, but what about the other rumors that circulated that no one paid attention to?
The Jackson family loved their mom, but despised their dad. The man was obsessive, strict beyond belief, and never allowed the kids to be kids. Of all the Jackson kids, none was more anti-dad than Michael. There was a book out that said that Michael was so afraid of his dad, that he'd vomit at the mere sight and sound of him. That's pretty harsh.
What makes it worse is that, if you look at the pictures closely, Michael looked more like daddy than any of the other kids. How would that make you feel... to look like the spitting image of someone that you wanted to drive a bus over? Michael was in that boat, and he lived with it everyday.
Knowing that, and knowing that Michael had all the money in the world, he decided to use that money to change everything about him that remotely resembled his dad. He went from being a virtual Joe Jr by appearance to being... something else. Is that REALLY anti-black? Or is it someone who had the reason and resources to change the things about him that resembled what he didn't like about himself (which is resemblance to pops)?
If we're still "pretending" that he changed his own physical appearance, then I'd argue that, not only is it the latter, but that we can all relate to it in some way, shape, or form. Check this out...
Ladies have a hell of a standard to live up to on a daily basis. Some women despise looking in the mirror because they are too dark... others because the hair is too kinky or that tummy has too many bulges in it or the boobs were too little. Guys, same thing. someone out there probably made you feel like sh*t about your darkness, hair, or even your d*ck size. And not only that, but someone out there has probably helped in beating in the "negative" things about them. The effect of that is wishing that you could change those things. You can straighten or color your hair, then lie about how straight or light it really is. You can get a tummy tuck and tell everyone that 900 crunches a day did the trick. Whatever it is, there are wishes galore that, if unlimited resources were available, they would be used to enhance that physical appearance. You could add a couple inches to your d*ck and say that everyone was delusional about how little it was. Whatever the situation, money and time would be able to fix it.
Michael did the same thing. He changed his hair, skin tone, cheekbones, nose, and chin... and now, he looks more like Diana Ross than his dad. That doesn't make him anti-black. That makes him rich and able to do something about his features... yet he constantly got beat up because he doesn't like being black. Wow.
And not to get on a tangent, but that sh*t drives me crazy. I hate the narrow definition of blackness. You have to be a certain tone, you have to talk a certain way, you have to act a certain way, you have to hang with certain people, you have to have certain interests... that's pretty messed up. And I guess it gets my blood boiling, because I've been perceived as the farthest thing from being black for damn near my whole life. It's one thing to hate on Michael because you don't like his music or the child-molesting thing. It's another to call him anti-black because of sh*t that you don't even know about.
You know what? F*ck it. I'm turning in my ghetto pass. Seriously. Here it is. I don't f*ckin want it. Use it as toilet paper or something. I'm not black anymore. I'm whiter than white rice on a white paper plate and a white napkin with a glass of milk and vanilla ice cream on the side. Don't believe it? I'll give you 20 reasons why I'm no longer black. Check it out in the next blog...
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