MJGlobal – Campaign to Contact Medical Boards RE: Prevent Conrad Murray’s Medical License Reinstatement

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Conrad Muray has raised his ugly lying head again-  this time with the support of the media in Australia –  Yep .. No surprise there.

It’s a given he’d get support from the down under media, – which prides itself in the lowest common denominator, sensationalism for “Inquiring Minds”  There is a distinct relationship between Rubert Murdoch, Dylan Howard and of course, Wade Robson.

Although most of the tabloid trash stories regarding Michael Jackson coming out of Australia are the usual incredible and easily disproved brazen lies – there is one concern.

Conrad Murray has stated he is seeking to have his Medical license(s) reinstated so he can resume practicing medicine.

Let’s recall a Judge Pastor quote

“Murray repeatedly LIED, engaged in DECEITFUL MISCONDUCT & endeavored to COVER UP his TRANSGRESSIONS.”

Conrad Murray actually had the temerity to state in interview:

“I am highly skilled and have an unblemished medical record. My career has been impeccable.”

To get his medical license back, Murray is trying to assert that Michael Jackson killed himself by administering drugs to himself. He wishes to rewrite history,  but this ridiculous assertion did not hold under evidence and deliberance in court.

“During Murray’s six week trial, the prosecution – LA deputy district attorneys David Walgren and Deborah Brazil – successfully exposed the defenses’ theory that Jackson had either self-administered propofol and/or ingested drugs without Murray knowing – as baseless” 

For more detailed information of Murray’s 2011 trial – California vs Conrad Murray

To imagine Conrad Murray would be given any kind of support by ANY media is truly a sad demonstration that money has been and will always be the driving force behind tabloidesque media groups- but alas, it is current state of media as we know it.

Through these interviews he clearly demonstrats, he still has no remorse for killing another human being. NONE

His callous disregard for Michael Jackson’s children, who through his actions, left them orphaned doesn’t concern him.

He doesn’t consider the jury finding him solely responsible for Michael Jackson’s death to be of any concern  or relevant.-

He believes he is above HIPAA laws which are enforced to protect the medical history of patients and are enforced even if the person is deceased for 50 years after their death.

In 2013, Murray was served a “cease and desist” by the Estate of Michael Jackson when he began interviewing and talking about Michael Jackson, and to avoid this push back,  he’s gone outside the United States to evade HIPAA violations concerns.

Since Conrad Murray has expressed a desire to request Medical Boards to reinstate his license – We urge the MJGlobal family to take a few moments to call, email or send ground letters to the three entities who control Murray’s future.

In no way should Conrad Murray  be allowed to practice medicine and put another human being’s life at risk by his total disregard for standard medical practices.

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We encourage a relisten of Judge Pastor’s full admonishment to Conrad Murray at his sentencing in 2011-

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Please use the information below.. If any of this information is lacking or other information needs to be added – Please do not hesitate to alert MJJJP in the comment section.

Texas Medical Board:                                                                                                                           P.O. Box 2018 Austin, TX 78768-2018
e-mail: verifcic@tmb.state.tx.us
Main Phone: (512) 305-7010
Customer Service Phone: (512) 305-7030 (Outside Texas)Customer Service Phone: (800) 248-4062 (Texas only)Customer Service E-mail: verifcic@tmb.state.tx.us

Nevada State Board of Medical Examiners
1105 Terminal Way, Suite 301
Reno, NV 89502-2144
Phone: (775) 688-2559
Toll Free: (888) 890-8210 (in state)
Fax: (775) 688-2321
Email: nsbme@medboard.nv.gov


REMEMBER Judge Pastor’s words –

“Murray violated the trust of the medical community, of his colleagues, & of his patient. he IS & REMAINS dangerous.” 

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STAND up for our brother, Michael –

STAND up for other  potential  victims of Conrad Murray’s calloused neglect, medical malfeasance and boundless hubris.



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Michael Jackson an Autism Inspiration

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Michael Jackson an Autism Inspiration
January 31st, 2012

Michael Jackson an Autism Inspiration Story for One Special Italian Fan

Many friends of mine have asked me to share this wonderful experience. I’ve tried my best to tell it somehow, but I think it’s impossible to describe such a deep, strong emotion. What Michael gave me on that day is beyond words.

Before I begin, I’d like to say that Michael was not only my favorite artist, he accompanied me through different times of my life; during the lightheartedness of my adolescence and also in my hardest times. His music was actually the sound track of my life. Thanks to him I met my husband, not to mention the wonderful friendships that I made.

When I was a child, I called my secret diary “Michael,” and every time I wrote something in it, it was like I was speaking to him. I remember that I covered up my room’s walls with all of his photos, but in particular, I had his poster in life-size beside my bed portraying him lying down; he really just seemed to be on my bed. I remember it looked so natural that my little nieces were scared of it. They adored Michael, but still they were so scared that he would turn into a werewolf. If you only knew of all the conversations that I had with that poster….well, I was 11 at the time. Many children have their imaginary friend; I had Michael Jackson.

The first great emotion that I felt was on May 23rd, 1988, the first time I went to see him in concert (I was 17 years old.) It was in Rome at the Flaminio Stadium, the first European stop on the BAD Tour.

Oh my God, what a concert!

In 1990, I married Giuseppe, better known as “Peppe Michael Jackson.” I’m not joking when I say that he was famous for his resemblance to Michael.

In 1991, my first child Tania was born. Needless to say, she already knew Michael from her mother’s womb. On July 4th, 1992, I attended another concert. It was during the Dangerous Tour, and only those who have seen this concert can understand how wonderful it really was.

In 1993, Vincenzo, my second child, was born. A great joy for me, but unfortunately that year, I had to face a very tough reality. Tania, my daughter, was diagnosed with Autism.

It’s not that easy for a 22-year-old girl to discover she had an Autistic daughter. I’m not referring only to the hurt of finding out, but it’s not easy to handle such trouble at that young age (it’s never easy; whatever age is it, honestly). Thanks to God, He gives us, besides all the pains and the sorrows in our life, also the strength and the dignity to face them.

Growing up and becoming a mother never reduced my love for Michael. On the contrary, it increased. Perhaps it was because I always identified myself with him. Michael and I had so many things in common. Our childhoods and the things we missed during that time, and having 3 sisters and 5 brothers increased my love for him more, I guess.

In 1996, I knew that Michael would have started his HIStory Tour in Prague. Some of my friends were getting ready for the tour, and I was feeling very bad because I knew that having two little children would keep me from ever going with them. As “fate” would have it, my neighbors were from Prague. They knew very well what I felt for Mike. I’ll never forget that night when they told my husband: “Come on you! Michael Jackson will be in our town. Let Stefania go see him with her friends. Our house is midtown of Prague and is vacant, so she could stay there. We will help you here with the babies.”

When my husband said yes, I couldn’t believe it! It seemed to me as I could fly! Since that day my dreams started, and I said to myself: “This time I will not be satisfied only by watching him on stage. He must know that I exist. He’s got to know what he gave me and what he represents to me. I’ll have to do something to impress him.”

So I got a canvas, 2 x 3 meters, and I started painting on it. I just had such a strong inspiration. I knew so well what to do; Michael sitting under a tree with the Walt Disney characters all around him. Peter Pan sitting on his knees; a river, a lawn, many children and Topo GiGio (whom he really adored) waving the Italian flag. I had lots of time to do it since I would not see Michael for many months. ‘I’ll make it.’ I repeated to myself, and I kept on painting with all my love.

Finally, on September 5th, I landed at the Prague airport with my friend Vania and my canvas. Sonia and Patrizia who were also from Naples, were waiting for us. They had arrived two days before. We went to our friends’ house to drop off our suitcases, and then we rushed off right away to the Intercontinental Hotel where Michael was staying. On our way in the car, Sonia told me she was lucky enough to have hugged Michael the day before. Some fans were allowed to stand within the barriers placed in front of the hotel entrance. She was even allowed to enter with another group of fans into the restaurant where Michael was. I was happy for her, but at the same time I was regretting that I had not been there the day before. Maybe (who knows) Michael could have seen my canvas. This thought kept repeating itself.

That night I couldn’t close my eyes for the thought of the next morning, when we would have to leave in the early dawn to get the best places to stand at the hotel. We were the first to arrive that morning, September 6th. We put my drawing within the barriers just in front of the main entrance, so when Michael would come out he would surely see it just in front of him.

The long wait began. Meanwhile, several fans began to arrive increasing the crowd in an amazing way. They were coming from every part of the world. Many of them came up to me to compliment me on my drawing. Michael’s photographer approached me and started taking pictures of it, very satisfied. A little bit later, Michael’s cameraman was there too, and videotaped the canvas for what seemed to be a very long time. He congratulated me on a great job as well.

I was certainly very flattered by that, but I wanted Michael. I wanted to see his eyes looking down on my canvas, and then hope that our glances would cross into one another’s. I had dreamed it for so many years. Finally, into the later part of the morning, the hotel door opened. Everybody started screaming “Michael! Michael!” I was paralyzed. I couldn’t believe it; he was just a few meters from me. He was gorgeous!

He wore black trousers, a red shirt and a black jacket. At one point he looked down at the drawing. He even stopped to do his thumbs-up as if to say, “Okay!” He took a few steps forward to say hello to the crowd, and then he came back to sit in the car. He must have gone to the wrong vehicle because he got out and went to another car. (There were 2 of the same looking cars parked in a row.) Wayne, his bodyguard, called Teddy Lakis (star promoter) and pointed to the drawing. He came over to us and said, “Michael likes this drawing very much, he‘d like to have it.” Since I had lost my tongue to speak, my friends answered, “Oh, yes! This was drawn just for him, but she would love to have the pleasure of giving it to him personally.” He went back to Michael to report what he was told, and then returned to us and said, “Okay, Mr. Jackson is going to visit the President, but when he comes back he said you’re invited to go up in his room.” After those words, I couldn’t understand anything more. I laughed, I cried, I trembled, I stammered; I was totally out of my mind!

He hadn’t much make-up on and he was gorgeous! His hair was tied in a strange way; a sort of loose ponytail. He wore the same red shirt of that morning, but had on different trousers. I was trembling so badly and praying, ‘God please, I don’t want to cry and look foolish, so please give me the strength to control myself and stand on my own two feet.’

I went on staring at him; I did not want to miss anything. Suddenly, Wayne motioned to me to open the tube and I made a fool of myself once again. Since it was huge and very heavy, I made it crash into the chandelier with a terrible clatter. Luckily it didn’t break, and I only managed to say in a whisper, “Oh, sorry.” It was in that moment that his eye caught mine, and he smiled with the sweetest expression.

As the bodyguards rolled out the canvas, Michael stood up from the chair with an, “Oooohhh!” as if to say, “At last!” He began to observe it with the enthusiasm of a child. He was very sweet because I was very nervous, and he tried to make me feel at ease by commenting on it aloud and smiling, “Oh my God, it’s wonderful!” Then, without turning away from the picture, he came closer to look at it and he started shouting, “Oooohhh, Topo Gigìo!” dwelling on the final i of the name. Everyone was laughing at his childlike behavior but me. I was paralyzed.

His eyes lit up like those of a child in front of his favorite toy. Apart from Wayne and Yanik, there were some kids in his room and a woman whom I think was their mother: She had always been with Michael since his arrival in Prague, but I did not know who she was.

When Michael saw Topo Gigio with the Italian flag in his hand, he asked me, “Are you Italian?” I answered, “Yes”. The woman immediately began to speak to me in Italian and said, “Oh, how nice, I’m Italian too. Where are you from?” When I answered, “I’m from Naples,” Michael smiled at me and said, “Oh, I love Naples.”

He kept on analyzing the picture; concentrating on every single detail and saying, “Oh boy, it’s wonderful, wonderful!” Luckily the woman helped me by acting as an interpreter. Michael asked me, “Why did you choose to portray us under a tree?” I answered, “I don’t know, it has been a sort if inspiration. I saw it in my mind before painting.” He said, “Oh, sure. You had a vision! That tree means a lot to me.”
Then the woman smiled and said to me, “Wow, he said he will bring it home and put it in his room.” I couldn’t believe it and I just said, “Thank you.” He said, “No, thank you! You gave me such a beautiful present. It is full of love.” He went on saying, “Thank you, I love you.”

Wayne, who was holding up the canvas together with the woman, told Yanik to take a picture. Unfortunately, at that moment Michael put on his mask. I believe he did so because he had almost no make-up on. I could clearly see some spots of vitiligo on his face, in particular between his cheek and the right ear. Then he gave me his hand, and invited me to stand close to him for the photo.

I don’t know how I managed to stand on my feet, especially when I felt his hand holding my hip. I wore an openwork t-shirt, and I could feel his fingers touching my skin; he smelt of vanilla perfume. It was the hardest time of my life. My heart was beating so hard that I’m sure he could hear it too. In the meantime, Yanik was fighting with the camera and couldn’t get the picture. Michael said something, but I couldn’t understand. He told Yanik something like he was the only one who could be a true bodyguard, and then he teased him by saying, “Hello, Yanik, you know that if you don’t push the button you can’t take the picture, don’t you?” Everybody started laughing. I was still feeling Michael’s hand on my hip and I felt very dizzy. It seemed like the whole room was moving around me. I took a deep breath and smiled while Yanik finally took the picture. Michael exclaimed, “We did it!”

That was the most beautiful moment in my life; his beautiful eyes were staring at mine. He understood that I was much too excited and so he asked me, “Are you ok?” with such an incredible sweetness. That was the real moment that I did let myself go. I threw my arms around him sobbing, “Oh, Michael.” He hugged me too; he held me so tightly and I broke down and cried. That was the one thing I never wanted to do in front of him, crying just like every common fan, but I accumulated too much tension so I could not hold it back. Michael, with all his sweetness, kept on caressing my head and my back. If I could have, I would have stopped the time and stayed in his arms and felt his warmth, heard his voice and smelled his perfume into eternity.

I couldn’t believe it. I dreamt of that moment since I was a child. I have imagined that scene a million times, and now I really was there in those arms. God, he smelled so good, and how tight he was holding me! I shall never be able to describe what I felt at that moment. Never!

Since I couldn’t stop crying, I told him, “I’m sorry,” and he said to me, smiling with such an indescribable kindness, “Oh-oh! It’s all right.” He stared at me with that particular glance that only he has and asked me again, “Are you ok?” It was incredible! Just a few moments earlier he looked like a child to me, and now only a few minutes later he took the stature of a father figure. I told him, “I’m fine, thank you.” Then he smiled and asked me with some curiosity what I had in my bag.

I actually didn’t realize that I had been holding my bag since I entered the room, but I was so excited I didn’t think to put it down anywhere. Inside of it I had my children’s photos, and a letter that I wrote for him in which I had opened my heart; writing all that Michael meant to me, and giving him all my support for all that he had to endure. He put down the bag on the table and began to leaf through the photos. I told him, “These are my children.” He replied, “Oh, congratulations, you already are a mother. But they’re such beautiful kids!” I said, “This is Vichi, he’s 3, and he has imitated you since he was only one.” He smiled, saying that Vichi was really a beautiful baby boy.

Then I showed him Tania’s photos, and I said to him that she’s Autistic. He said, “Oh no, I’m sorry! I do know Autism. They live in a world all on their own.” “Sure,” I replied, “and you are part of her world too. Since she was a newborn baby, she always listened to your music when she breaks down and cries. She needs to listen to your songs to calm her. She does not play any kind of game, so most of the time she usually spends her hours watching your videos. When we were at the hospital, we had to take the video player and all of your VHS tapes with us to make her stay quiet.” He became serious, slowly taking a careful look at Tania’s pictures, visibly touched.

He said nothing at first, and then spoke. “She’s beautiful. Her glance; her smile is wonderful. Can I take her pics?” “Certainly you can,” I replied. “How old is she?” He asked. “She’s five,” I said. “Can she speak?” “No, Michael. Unfortunately I never heard the sound of her voice.” He said, “No! My God! She‘s so beautiful! Is there something I could do for her? Do you need my help? How can I help you?” I simply thanked him. I could have asked him to let Tania meet him because he often gave hospitality to many disabled children in Neverland, but I did not have the courage to ask. I’m still regretting this decision. I’m sure that Tania would have been so happy there. She loves to see him singing and dancing.

Michael took my hand, and looking into my eyes he said, “Don’t ever lose your faith or your hope, and don’t stop fighting for her. Never! Don’t give up!” We embraced each other once again, and just as I was crying I said, “Thank you Michael, I love you!” and he answered, “I love you too; I love you more.” It was such an intense moment; so special that I have real a difficulty telling it. I fear that it may go away somehow.

I always knew that he was a sensitive, kind of person, but at that moment he was sensitive only for me. He was really touched, and he made me feel all his support and all his love. What a wonderful man; so humble and special! (Here, I start crying again) Then he took my letter, and I said, “Michael, please, it’s so important to me that you’ll read my letter.” And he said, “I’ll do it tonight, I promise.”

Unfortunately, it came my time to say goodbye. Wayne was already waiting for me close to the door. I said to that woman, “Please, I have something more to tell him.” I would have told him that I felt so sorry for him; for everything he had to go through because of the charges and the wickedness he suffered. I wanted to say these things to him even if I had already written everything in my letter. I was only able to say, “How are you?” But I’m quite sure he knew what I was referring to. In fact, we looked into each other’s eyes and I felt really in tune with him. He thanked me and he told me he was fine, also thanking us for the gestures of love that he received from us in which he gained more and more strength. I told him, “Please, take care of you, and don’t forget you’ll always have our support; we will always be with you.” “Ooh, thank you, I love you so much. God bless you,” he said. We said goodbye, and while I was walking to the door I reminded him to read my letter once again. He brought his hand to his lips and kissed the index and the middle finger, and then he placed them to his heart saying, “I swear it.”

I almost crossed the threshold, when I realized that I had forgotten to take the paper bag which had some gifts in it that my friends gave me to give to Michael. I turned back with confidence, took the bag and said, “Oh, I forgot to give Michael these things” Red faced, I went back over to Michael. He looked at me smiling. I threw this enormous bag of gifts into his hands, and instead of telling him that those were my friends’ gifts for him, I said: “These are my friends.” God, how embarrassing. Everyone there was laughing. Michael made fun of me, looking into the bag with his eyes open wide. We all were laughing; it was really a nice moment and Michael was so cute. He asked me to help him hold the bag while he took the items from inside. I don’t know how I contained myself because from that moment on, I can’t recall anything. I don’t remember how we said goodbye. I don’t remember who brought me downstairs. I don’t even remember if the girls who came up with me had left already or if they came down with me. I only know that I found myself sitting and crying on the sidewalk.

Separating myself from him was one of the most difficult moments of my life.

Thirteen years have gone by, and I still have not remembered what happened; my mind completely removed the moments after I left. He dedicated so much of his time to me making me feel loved….me, a perfect stranger! He was really a gift of God!

Thank you Michael, you are really an angel….. You will always live in my heart. I love you!
Stefania Capasso

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Forget The Facts-We Want The Story! -Howard Rosenberg 1993

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How media put Michael Jackson on trial in 1993

Let’s harken back to the day when media began to implode –

Forget the Facts–We Want the Story! : Media: Allegations surrounding Michael Jackson set off a whirlwind of tabloidesque reports from dubious and so-called legitimate news sources alike.

August 27, 1993|


The facts we are about to bring you may be unfounded rumors. But . . . what the hell.

If there ever was much of a line separating many so-called legitimate news organizations from the yellowest of tabloids in the 1990s, the Michael Jackson Media Caper is the howitzer that’s blasting it into oblivion. All across the globe, Inquiring Minds are having a heyday.

The defining volley arguably came Wednesday when “CBS News This Morning” anchor Paula Zahn was called upon to seek the real scoop about the ALLEGED scandal from Diane Dimond, star reporter of dubious distinction for the syndicated “Hard Copy.” That’s right, the CBS News source list is now headed by one of the most aggressively shoddy and dishonest programs on the air.

Zahn to Dimond: “Was there any suggestion that other children were involved?” And later: “We heard some stories that some photos were involved, too. Have you heard anything about that?” Dimond said she “was workin’ on that angle,” but it appeared that Zahn and CBS News executives would have to be patient and watch “Hard Copy” themselves to find out just what she had up her sleeve.

Rehashing the granite-inscribed allegations about Jackson and a 13-year-old youth would serve no good purpose here, but suffice to say that CBS News gave Dimond the V.I.P. treatment, in effect legitimizing “Hard Copy” while undermining its own credibility.

Other mainstream newscasts have routinely slipped tabloid front pages and headlines–most memorably the New York Post’s “Peter Pan or Pervert?” banner–into their Jackson coverage. Another favorite has been that notorious London rag, the Sun, whose cover photo of Jackson and The Boy (whose face was partially blocked out by Los Angeles stations) has been widely featured. A columnist from the Sun has been interviewed concerning the paper’s decision to print The Boy’s name–as if it had any ethics to breach in the first place–and KCAL-TV Channel 9 quoted the tabloid in detail concerning a sealed police report.

“Inside Edition,” which self-righteously shuns the tabloid label itself, interviewed a London Daily Mirror columnist and got some other crucial information about Jackson’s activities from a “Michael Jackson follower.” The show’s policy is to “protect the identity of alleged child abuse victims,” said anchor Bill O’Reilly shortly after “Inside Edition” showed footage of Jackson and The Boy, whose face was identifiable despite being electronically marbleized. KNBC-TV Channel 4’s own marbleization of the face was equally ineffective.

And of course “Hard Copy,” which also got quoted on CNN’s “Larry King Live,” weighed in with Dimond’s “very detailed account” in addition to choice Jackson anecdotes regarding kids from an anonymous “limo driver.”

It was “CBS This Morning” again, this time on Thursday, which demonstrated just how a story like this balloons into an 800-pound gorilla, taking on a menacing life of its own far beyond any identifiable factual base. At one point Zahn asked a CBS News reporter, Rick Frederickson in Bangkok, Thailand (where Jackson’s reported illness caused temporary suspension of his worldwide “Dangerous” tour), about “reports yesterday of a suicide attempt.”

What reports? From tabloids? Whatever these “reports” or whether they had substance–Frederickson could not validate them–they now flew across the airwaves, settling into the public consciousness along with other “facts” in the case. Thus, others in the mainstream media may now feel compelled to follow up these “reports” and, warranted or not, further extend their life.

Next on the Jackson interview list was pop psychologist Joyce Brothers, seen earlier this week introducing stand-up comics on the Arts & Entertainment network’s “An Evening at the Improv.” Among other things, Zahn wanted to know from Brothers how parents could prepare their children “if it is determined that these allegations are indeed true.” Thus the big jump, from scattershot reporting of unproved allegations to a speculative question that appeared to reinforce these allegations.

Channel 4 has been in the forefront of straight investigative reporting of the Jackson story, and KTLA-TV Channel 5 has been the most cautious. Even tabloid programs have couched their reporting on Jackson in disclaimers, noting that nothing so far has been proved. Yet these are straws in a gale wind of scarring publicity that all the prime-time Oprah Winfrey interviews in the world will never be able to erase.

And if further evidence was needed that the unproved charge had become the fact–and that Jackson had been unfairly put in the position of having to disprove guilt–it came on Channel 9, which quoted someone as saying about The Boy that recently his “mood changed (and) he became more withdrawn, which parents say can be a sign of trauma.” Viewers could draw their own conclusions.

Meanwhile, it seemed inevitable that The Boy would be sacrificed on the altar of The People’s Right To Know.

As this story continues hurtling out of control, it becomes increasingly harder for even scrupulous, well-intentioned media to respond to it without revealing the identity of The Boy, at least indirectly. Identify the divorced parents, you identify him.

Doing stand-ups outside the father’s home (a la Channel 9 and KABC-TV Channel 7) didn’t help. Nor did showing the father drive away in his car and identifying him as a “prominent Westside dentist” (Channel 4). Nor did identifying him as “dentist to the stars” (Channel 9). Nor did naming The Boy and his father as originating the idea behind the movie, “Robin Hood: Men in Tights” (Channels 7 and 9). Nor, most certainly, did naming the parents and assigning a reporter, with a camera rolling, to invade the workplaces of both parents (KCOP-TV Channel 13).

Along with Jackson’s reputation, anonymity has been a major casualty here. On Wednesday, KCBS-TV Channel 2 headlined the name of a prominent child actor who also was reportedly “interviewed” in connection with this case. And Channel 2 reporter Harvey Levin elaborated Thursday on “CBS News This Morning,” adding that the actor “denies” that Jackson did anything improper in the youngster’s presence. By using “denies,” Levin gave the impression that a charge of wrongdoing had been made.

True or untrue? It didn’t make any difference, for the image of Jackson and the youngster together was already fixed in your mind.

Watch FRONTLINE expose on the Media frenzy and tabloid capitalization of false stories and how it affected coverage on the Michael Jackson story-



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“Are You Listening?”

Are You Listening?

Nonlocal Universe

Who am I?300px-Jackson_Michael.svg_3Who are you?

Where did we come from?

Where are we going?

What’s it all about?

Do you have the answers?

Immortality’s my game

From Bliss I came

In Bliss I am sustained

To Bliss I return

If you don’t know it now

It’s a shame

Are you listening?

This body of mine

Is a flux of energy

In the river of time

Eons pass, ages come and go

300px-Jackson_Michael.svg_3I appear and disappear

Playing hide-and-seek

In the twinkling of an eye

I am the particle

I am the wave

Whirling at lightning speed

I am the fluctuation

That takes the lead

I am the Prince

I am the Knave

I am the doing

That is the deed

I am the galaxy, the void of space

In the Milky Way

I am the craze

I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought

I am the seeker, the seeking…

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Tabloid junkies unite: we’re having a Michael Jackson field day

From Anne Marie Latour –  A response to Media running with Tabloid Radar Online fabricated story regarding Michael Jackson-

It’s that time of year again, when the days leading up to June 25 – the date of Michael Jackson’s anniversary – provide an excellent opportunity to drag up sordid stories about the King of Pop. Wha…

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Daniel Ross discusses Michael Jackson Epic “Key Change”

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By Daniel Ross, 17th June 2016, 15:16

Michael Jackson’s ‘Man In The Mirror’ features one of the most satisfyingly epic key changes in all music. This is why it’s so good.

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So we’re looking specifically at this moment here:

This one:

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Let’s just celebrate for a moment the audacity of this key change. For a start, it occurs on the word ‘Change’. Not only that, it occurs on the word ‘Change’ during a song ACTUALLY ABOUT change. Key change, changing person, on the word ‘Change’. It’s change central.

‘Man In The Mirror’ begins in humble, plain, unassuming G major. The harmony is sweet, fairly unadventurous, but functional. Jackson, a keen improviser (‘HEE-EE!’), clearly enjoys rattling around G major and exploiting that killer 7th degree of the scale for maximum impact. Fine. We expect this.

But then, at about 2:50, it happens. Change happens. In a stroke of genius, the key change itself is pre-figured with a moment’s silence, which completely removes the rug from under the listener’s ears (if that’s physically possible), and establishes a new reality of A flat major (or G sharp major, which looks more impressive) without so much as a cursory consultation period.


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Muhammad Ali, Nelson Mandela, Michael Jackson- 3 Black Men that Changed the World

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Muhammad Ali, Nelson Mandela, Michael Jackson: Three black men that changed the world
— 13th June 2016

By Tope Adeboboye

THE world stood still on Saturday, June 3, as news reverberated across the globe that Muhammad Ali, one of the greatest sporting heroes whose feet ever trod the earth, had passed on.

It was the end of an era for a black man revered as the greatest boxer of all times.

As the death knell tolled for Ali, and people of all races paid their respects to the deceased, many agreed that it was the end of a great epoch. “Never again will the world have such a man as Muham­mad Ali,” a 64-year-old Japanese woman wailed while mourning the late icon.

Ali’s death drew the curtains on a long span, when a triumvirate of three black men dominated the world and changed the course of history like never before with their talents, skills and character. They were the three Ms – Mandela, Mu­hammad and Michael.

While Ali dazed and dazzled the world with his exploits in the ring, Michael Jackson bewildered and bamboozled humanity with his in­credible music and stage presence. And in the minds of hundreds of millions of people the world over, Nelson Mandela, the first black president of South Africa, would remain one of the greatest human leaders that ever lived.

Muhammad Ali

At his birth on January 17, 1942, in Louisville, Kentucky, his par­ents, Cassius and Odessa Clay named their first child Cassius Marcellus Clay. But as he grew old­er, rebellion welled up in his mind. He loathed his name, which he saw as the relics of the slave era. He was christened after a 19th centu­ry white plantation owner who be­came an abolitionist and freed his slaves. But to Clay Jnr, that wasn’t something to be proud of. He even­tually became a Muslim and gave himself another name – Muham­mad Ali.

But right from the onset, the young Cassius Clay had long told the world that he was going to change the course of history. Growing up in Kentucky where racism was a way of life, he refused to be defeated by the circumstanc­es of his birth as a member of an endangered species. He craved greatness and found boxing as a ve­hicle that would ferry him to that desired destination. He told him­self he was the best. When he won his first bout as a young teenager, he told his family to be on the look­out, confidently intoning that he would be boxing champion. And he worked extra hard to achieve his dreams. He was a man that invented his own mythology and connected it to bigger matters.

A biographer wrote that the young Clay took the fear instilled by the history of his people in America and transmuted it into something that fear itself was afraid of.

Since he already knew where he was headed, Cassius spent more of his time in the gym. By the time he was 18, he had fought 108 bouts, winning 100. He had also garnered two national Golden Gloves cham­pionships. In 1960, he boxed for the U.S. Olympics team in Rome and came back home with a gold medal. He later said in The Great­est, the 1977 film about himself that was directed by Tom Gries and Monte Hellman, that he threw the award into the Ohio River after re­alizing that some restaurants still refused him service in Louisville because he was black. He said: “On my side of the veil, everything was black. I knew that there were two Louisvilles and two Americas.”

Ali had once bragged: “By the end of 1963, I will be the youngest champion in history.” In 1964, Ali, still Cassius Clay, became world heavyweight champion after beat­ing Sonny Liston. He was just 22.

With the fame and influence brought upon him by his new sta­tus, the champ turned that promi­nence into a political capital by aligning himself with the most feared Black Nationalist move­ment of the time. Then he resist­ed service in the Vietnam War. Why would he do that? “I had to prove you could be a new kind of black man,” he told an author, Da­vid Remnick years later. “I had to show that to the world.”

But America and the boxing au­thorities were not ready for all that. In 1967, Ali was stripped of all claims to his title. The US govern­ment also tried to send him to jail.

As a boxer, Ali did things the way no other boxer ever did. He showed little respect to his opponents and taunted them. That worked for him. The world saw a different boxer altogether. Soon, he be­gan predicting at what rounds he would give his opponent a techni­cal knock-out. And the world was awed by how he was changing the norms and redefining boxing.

But besides fighting for fame and for­tune, Ali was also fighting for a cause – to show the world that a black man could be the greatest.

Former heavyweight champion George Foreman, said of Ali: “He found some­thing to fight for, other than money and championship belts. And when a person finds something like that, you can hardly beat them.”

When he was to fight Sonny Liston, the world heavyweight champion in 1964, not too many people believed in Ali. But by then, he had met Malcolm X, and he had converted to Islam, though his name was still Cassius Clay. He was also close to Elijah Muhammad, the leader of the The Nation of Islam. After knocking out the champion, Ali addressed the shocked, mostly white reporters who never gave him a chance: “Eat your words,” he told them. “I told you and you and you! I’m king of the world! You must all bow to me! I shook up the world! I am the pretti­est thing that ever lived.”

Shortly after the fight, the new cham­pion declared that he was no longer Cas­sius Clay but Cassius X. Elijah Muham­mad soon after changed the champion’s name to Muhammad Ali.

During the Vietnam War, Ali refused to be drafted to the military. He told a re­porter: “I ain’t got no quarrel with them Viet Cong. They ain’t never called me nigger.”

For three years, Ali was banished from boxing. In 1968, he served a 10-day term in the Miami Dade County Jail, for driv­ing without a valid licence. In prison, he served food to death row inmates. In 1970, the Supreme Court ruled that Ali could fight again.

He returned to the ring against Joe Frazier, Ali was defeated. He had earlier been knocked to the ground decisively by Frazier in the course of the fight. “But by rebounding in that same instant, Ali re­deemed his meaning as a hero: He was the black man who would not stay down, no matter what,” a reporter wrote.

Ali got his world title back in 1974 when he defeated George Foreman in the fight called Rumble in the Jungle in Zaire, now Congo.

Years later, Foreman said of the fight. “Probably the best punch of the night was never landed. Muhammad Ali, as I was going down, stumbling, trying to hold myself, he saw me stumbling. Ordinarily you finish a fighter off; I would have. He got ready to throw the right hand, and he didn’t do it. That’s what made him, in my mind, the greatest fighter I ever fought.”

Ali had more fights after that, before re­tiring in 1981. Since then till he breathed his last, Ali was punished by Parkinson’s disease. But he also lived through it for many years. He would forever remain the authentic black hero, the greatest boxer that ever lived.

Nelson Mandela

Many across the world regard the late anti-apartheid hero and former South Af­rican President, Nelson Rolhilahla Man­dela, as the greatest black man of all times. And they have a point. How many people in the world would elect to be shackled in dingy cells on isolated prison facilities for 27 years rather than abandon the struggle to emancipate his people?

After his release from the in­famous jailhouse, Victor Verster Prison where he had spent the last months of his many years in pris­on on February 11, 1990, Mandela totally divested his mind and con­sciousness of all hate and malice, pronouncing forgiveness for his traducers. He became a father fig­ure to all South Africans, whether black, white and coloured. Even after his death, everyone in the world celebrates the iconic world figure who became the symbol of doggedness and determination. Because of Mandela, many now believe that impossibility is noth­ing.

The Xhosa born to the Them­bu Royal Family on July 18, 1918 trained as a lawyer. In Johannes­burg where he lived, he became in­volved in anti-colonial politics and struggles. He joined the African National Congress (ANC) and was a founding member of its Youth League.

Although he initially preached and was committed to non-violent protests, he became a co-founder of the militant Umkhonto we Siz­we in 1961. The group led a sabo­tage campaign against the govern­ment. In 1962, he was arrested, convicted of conspiracy to over­throw the state and sentenced to life imprisonment.

After his release from jail, Man­dela became a global hero. The world stood still as he walked out of jail, as tears cascaded down the faces of millions of men and wom­en across the globe. He was the symbol of freedom and hope.

After his release, it became in­disputable that he would soon be­come the country’s president. The world wanted him as president, and South Africans also needed a figure like him. He achieved that seemingly impossible feat in 1994. A decade earlier, even the most incurable optimist would have laughed off the suggestion.

Many had feared that Mandela’s time as South African president would bring vengeance, and might lead to civil war. But he set up the Truth and Reconciliation Commis­sion, preaching peace, reconcili­ation and forgiveness. He worked hard to make all South Africans see themselves as one, in spite of colour and race.

Even before his death in 2013 at 95, the entire world had ac­cepted him as one of the greatest men that ever lived. He was a man that inspired hope and possibility throughout the world.

At his passing, the great Rev Jes­se Jackson wrote: “Mandela was a transformational figure. To say he was a “historical figure” would not give him his full due. Some people move through history as being the “first this or that” – just another figure in a lineage of persons. To be a transformer is to plan, to have the vision to chart the course, the skills to execute. To be transfor­mational is to have the courage of one’s convictions, to sacrifice, to risk life and limb, to lay it all on the line. “Historical figures” will reference Nelson Mandela.”

Michael Jackson

At a point, Michael Jackson was the most popular person in the world. Generally accepted as the undisputable King of Pop, Jackson was born in the United States in 1958, the eighth of ten children in a working class African-American family that lived in a crowded two-bedroom house on Jackson Street in Gary, Indiana.

In 1964, Jackson’s life as an ar­tiste evolved when he and his brother Marlon joined the Jackson Brothers, a band formed by their father, Joe. In 1972, Michael start­ed his solo career.

Over the years, Michael Jackson mesmerised the world with his in­credible talents as a singer, song writer, dancer and entertainer. His album, ‘Off the Wall,” which had songs like “Off the Wall,” “She’s Out of My Life”, and the chart-top­ping singles “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough” and “Rock with You” reached number three on the Bill­board 200 and eventually sold over 20 million copies worldwide. He also started acting in films.

His songs, “Thriller” and “Bad” became global anthems. Millions of youths all over the world spent hours rehearsing his moves and moonwalk. He reshaped the pop culture in ways that are hardly fathomable. In all parts of the world, there is hardly a musician after Michael Jackson that wasn’t influenced by the iconic musician.

In spite of his troubles and con­troversies, Michael Jackson has re­mained an enduring phenomenon even after his death on June 25, 2009 of cardiac arrest induced by propofol and benzodiazepine in­toxication.

Michael Jackson was one of the very few artists to have been in­ducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame twice. He was also the first and only dancer from pop and rock music inducted into the Songwrit­ers Hall of Fame and the Dance Hall of Fame. Jackson got multiple Guinness World Records. He had 13 Grammy Awards, the Grammy Legend Award and the Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award. Michael Jackson, also called the Wacko Jacko had 26 American Mu­sic Awards more than any other artist. He was named “Artist of the Century” and “Artist of the 1980s.” During his career, he had 13 number-one singles in the Unit­ed States.

Michael Jackson will forever remain in the chronicles as the greatest artistes of all times. Like Muhammad Ali and Nelson Man­dela, Michael Jackson remains one of the greatest men the world will ever know

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