#mjj innocent

[psyched3liaa]

happy victory day!!!

on this day in 2005, michael jackson was found innocent and cleared of all charges with fans celebrating outside the courtroom.

[dukeofdelirium]

Why is no one questioning the parents who sent their kids to Michaels house

….. adults who had their kids at MJs properties testified under oath about it. They all defended Michael Jackson aside from the accusers mothers.

Jason Branca’s mother splattered under cross examination. She had threatened Jackson in 1993 that she was going to make allegations of sexual abuse if he didn’t give her money, and her son’s allegations continuously changed, and they also sold the stories to tabloids for money.

Jordan Chandler’s mother, June Chandler, testified in 2005’s trial and said herself that she was allowed into MJs room whenever she pleased and that no one ever gave her the sense she wasn’t allowed inside. Also, Jordan never alleged he was abused at neverland ranch. And Jordan refused to testify and told the FBI he’d fight any attempt to make him. June Chandler also confirmed she hadn’t spoken to Jordan in 11 years because he sought legal emancipation from his parents immediately following that settlement.

Janet Arvizo testified that MJ had held her and her family hostage at neverland ranch. She also said MJ’s ppl threatened her by saying they’d make her kids disappear in a hot air balloon and that they’d take them to Brazil lol. She was a proven con artist and extortionist. She had committed welfare fraud and made false allegations of sexual abuse against a JC Penny store prior.

Parents didn’t just drop their kids off at MJs property and say “see you later Jimmy”. They were there, almost always, and when the kids were in the room, so were they. Again, almost always.

MJ had cops and firefighters that worked at his property 24/7. He had security cameras everywhere. If you’re trying to allege he was guilty, then please explain how 1) nothing was caught on camera and 2) he managed to do that without the cops noticing or suspecting a damn thing.

[honeyydoodle]

Give him another kiss, y/n <3

(Inspired by 1989 MJ and a picture of James McAvoy I found on Pinterest lol)

[danger0uswham]

one thing that will always irritate me are the people who think that the paternity of michael's kids matter. some of these same fans will accept bigi but not paris & prince.

They all have a similar hair type and skin tone -- but they've all admittingly straightened their hair. It was a way for Michael to protect their identities when younger, too. Hence why he bleached Prince's hair as a child.

Not only that but Prince Jackson has vitiligo. Not as severe as Michael's case but he has it. It's been confirmed by family friends and relatives (Taj) but Prince wishes to not speak about it because it shouldn't matter. Vitiligo doesn't just happen out of the blue, either.

And Paris - she definitely looks so much like her mother but her facial structure. Her smiles, the way her eyes gleam, always reminds me of her dad.

Do they have what are considered "typical" biracial features? Not necessarily but they do look like their dad. And even if they weren't related to him, why does it matter so much?

Here are some examples of Mike's kids reminding me of him

PARIS JACKSON

PRINCE JACKSON

BIGI JACKSON

SOME MORE FACTS:

-- Joe Jackson's (Michael's father) side of the family has some mixed heritage; one of his great-grandparents was a slave, who had a child with his owner's daughter (they fell in love, I believe??) so mixed heritage is in the Jackson blood.

-- There are other Jackson relatives that are mixed and share similarities to PK, PJ, and BJ!

Janet's son, Eissa

Taj's Daughter

There's many more but I hit the limit of images LOL but Jackie Jackson has twin boys that are both mixed -- blue eyes, olive skin, and they don't have fro-textured hair as many expected; it's wavy!

[applehead1988]

On set of Stranger in Moscow <33

[mj-forever-777]

Winter... It's cold today 🥶

[forever-michael]

When you need a pick-me-up, listen to Michael’s message.

[beanbag0509]

DAY 13: THEY DON’T CARE ABOUT US

“black man, blackmail, throw the brother in jail” ⛓️‍💥

[michaelforever]

How could anyone be scared of this cutie?

He was an angel on the outside and inside

[welcometothetabloidjunkie]

Our condolences to the Jackson family, Tito Jackson your music is forever.

[444m777]

15 years ago today…

I was roughly three months fresh of turning 17 years old. I felt indifferent about that number and sort of wished I could stay 16 a little longer but I knew I was getting closer to being considered an “adult” and in that case it was exciting because I would be moving abroad and living on my own once I graduated from high school. There was nothing really special about that day. I was home alone after school. Took off my shoes and just did what any regular-degular teenager would do, watch TV.

Aside from plotting how I’d ever make it to London without ever traveling that far before I figured one could dream like I always did. Like I had to because I had the kind of parents who did not like the fact that I was (still am) a Michael Jackson fan. They saw it as an obsession and basically it got to a point where I was “banned” from mentioning his name, listening to his music even though I didn’t own any CDs at the time. The only thing I had growing up as a little girl was the Moonwalker VHS tape and I almost destroyed it because I watched it a billion times for years. My parents would always make sure we had a movie night and as soon as they asked for suggestions everyone would butt in before I could get a word out, “WE ARE NOT WATCHING MOONWALKER! Anything but that!”. As a little girl that shit tore me apart.

My parents introduced me to the world of magic that is MJ. They showed me Thriller. And I innocently referred to the female ghoulish monsters as my grandmother (oops…🤪) everyone burst out in laughter. It was cute I was maybe 3-4 years old at the time. But when I turned 5 I was allowed to watch the whole Moonwalker movie and my own mother told me she regrets getting it and showing it to me. I was maybe 9-10 years old when she said that to me out of anger. She read my diaries at the time and saw all the newspaper clippings I had of Michael because they just wouldn’t let me buy any merch/CDs. And in it I wrote how I felt about him and how I wanted to be with him at Neverland Ranch. Mind you this was also the time where it was super uncool to be an MJ fan. Like, you’d get DISOWNED from your friend group, family etc. it was THAT bad. Coming from a Black Caribbean background. I virtually had no one to talk to about Michael. Hence, the diaries.

I, in some way, related to how lonely he felt. In my innocent child’s mind I just felt really close to him and I felt he would understand me better than my own immediate family would. Anyways, I CLINGED to my Moonwalker VHS tape until I somehow broke it from watching it a trillion times too much😅. My world SHATTERED. It was the only MJ thing I had before I got the newspaper clippings because of the allegations. Whenever we went to a music store or an airport that had a music store I wasn’t allowed in the section that had Michael’s music. I’d get dragged away. It was ROUGH for little fangirl me😕 I don’t know how I survived it. And I’m not even trying to sound dramatic but I was a sensitive, PAINFULLY shy, introverted and moved to tears EASILY kinda girl. I had (and still have) very BIG feelings and I had no one to help me navigate them. Maybe I’ll make another post about my journey as an MJ fan on a super tiny island and how I “made it work” but really I want to focus on how as a teenager I found out he passed.

Flipping through channels I came across a news channel that claimed he died. I immediately took it as a hoax and switched to another news channel and they didn’t report anything. So I remember pausing the TV (we had DVR at the time) and went upstairs to shower. I kept telling myself this was all a sick joke. I came back downstairs and pressed play and forwarded to real time and they said he really did die. So I did the one thing I thought was smart and decided that if CNN didn’t report he died then he didn’t and everybody from the smaller news channels were in on some terrible lie to generate views because of his concerts coming up in London. But I finally switched to CNN and it was written so boldly on the screen I wasn’t even sitting but something told me to sit because my body felt weak and I plopped down on the couch. It took a while to register and then I was hysterical. Home alone yet living with people who banned me from talking about him and getting caught listening to his music or writing about him. I had a secret stash of MJ related things. I had a friend who took her mother’s Dangerous cassette tape and borrowed it to me to listen. My sister’s best friend’s dad had the History Album and she gave it to my sister to give it to me. That’s honestly the one thing my sister did for me that felt super profound. Because she was also told not to fuel my “obsession”. She didn’t care for MJ but she wasn’t mean about it either. But we both lived under our parents’ house and rules and as a Black girl with Black Caribbean parents… let’s just say you don’t question or go behind their back if you know what’s good for you. Once just ONCE my dad let me buy the Dangerous dvd. We were at the airport and he was hesitant. I remember it like it was yesterday… “you KNOW your mother doesn’t want you getting anything MJ related! I’m not letting you buy this”. But at the last minute he still let me get it and he said “it’s just the music videos I suppose this is fine…” oh, how it was not. That got taken away too. So you see I had to hide whatever anyone could spare. I was not even allowed to read the newspaper at one point because my mother found I would cut out pictures of him. THE NEWSPAPER Y’ALL!!! If I needed the newspaper for school work I’d get it with pages removed. Or my mom would pull out the pages I needed.

Back to being a total mess on the couch… my parents came home and I wiped my face and tears. I remember opening the door. I figured I’m older now. He passed away. It should be okay to at least say something about it. I remember opening the door and I could barely get the words out. I said “did you hear the news about Michael?” And she responded “yeah… jammer”. I come from a Caribbean island that’s been colonized by the Dutch so we use Dutch words in our creole language, Papiamento. But the way she said jammer (what a shame) was in such a nonchalant I-don’t-really-care way. Her tone was evident. I almost slammed the door shut in her face but I let her hold the door and I ran upstairs and was hysterical again.

I remember my father coming up to check on me but he stood in the door way. I was just curled up in bed crying and he left me there. Both of them left me there. I was a mess for DAYS. WEEKS. I became depressed. And again, I had no one to help me navigate these very BIG feelings. And it pained me. I didn’t have friends who were MJ fans. So I couldn’t talk to them. All I heard at school was “good riddance” or worse. As an adult I realized I just wanted someone to sit with me. Hold space for me. No one helped me through it during 2003 to the 2005 trials. No one helped me through it in 2009. I had to do it on my own and it SUCKED! You’re either met with “but you never met the man!” or “he was XYZ anyways so why does it matter, he’s dead!”. I was a CHILD! No one thought “damn… this is having a huge effect on our highly sensitive daughter and she’s clearly depressed. At the very least let’s hold space for her” NOPE! I learned very young to keep secrets. To never share myself like that with people in fear of being ridiculed. I hid myself, my passions and my thoughts. Despite growing up and excelling in anything that had to do with art (because I wanted to be like Mike lol). I kept it a secret. My grades showed it but anything else I kept it from my family. My friends kinda knew but they didn’t know what or WHO the driving force was. Where the inspiration came from. I always had to come up with some other story or muse. I wouldn’t dare mention Michael in fear my mother would appear out of nowhere and would “discipline me” for saying his name. He was my real life Voldemort and in my tiny kid brain I had to defend him in my mind because there was no way I could go up against anyone else let alone adults. My family but mostly my mother really did a number on me…

I’m writing this to say that what my family did and how the world negatively responded left a stain on my soul. Turned me from introvert and shy to soooo painfully shy I didn’t want to leave my room. Didn’t want to express myself in fear of being asked where the inspiration came from. Ironically as an adult my parents have been asking me why I’m not being creative and for a very long time I wish I could tell them it’s because they snuffed that part me, ever since I was a child, out! They couldn’t nurture that side of me and chose to see my devotion as blind obsession.

But this year and even more so today I had a huge breakdown earlier in the year and I realized I wanted to express myself and my thoughts more and speak freely about Mike. Mind you, I moved out at 18 and lived and studied in The Netherlands, Indonesia and Thailand. Still I kept that part of me which was and is a HUGE part of me, a secret. I brought it up once with a guy I had a date with and like I said, BIG feelings kinda gal, I broke down crying talking to him about Michael. And I apologized profusely and figured he’d never want to see me again. And yet he held me and comforted me. He did the one thing I craved the people who loved me should have done when I was a child. I swore on that day I’d marry that man. I did not… yet. We’re still together 7 years later and today too and every day since he has held space for me. Allowed me to be the fan I always wished I could’ve been even if it was in private with him. He lets me talk about anything MJ like he’s a fan himself (he is not but he has an immense amount of respect for Michael). And he’s always encouraged me to reach out to the MJ community but like I said the trauma, and again, not trying to be dramatic but to be told as a kid up until I left the house that I can’t talk, listen, watch nor dance to Michael was like being told I wasn’t allowed to eat, was DEEP and it made me associate expressing myself as a bad thing, a dirty thing. Because liking Michael was seen as gross. So I never engaged online for fear of my mother somehow finding me on the internet. Yeah… it was that bad😖

But it wasn’t all bad. And I’d like to share more about that in the future😌. I’m done feeling like my mother or anyone else for that matter has a say in how I feel and how I choose to express my love for Michael. That man pulled me through so many things throughout my life. I know this is a very heavy and sad day. It’s really tough for some to see the bright side. Because Michael being alive was the bright side. Even if he chose never to show his face again in public but to just know he was alive, safe and in good health probably would’ve been more than enough for fans to handle than knowing he’s truly gone. Unfortunately, that’s not the case and his life ended tragically.

I still choose to use this day as a reminder to myself of his tireless yet bright FIRE that he had and how he went against the grains of racism and ignorance, and striving to innovate, to push the envelope and go beyond. The sky was never the limit. I, too, want to use that energy and look past my upbringing and connect with other likeminded fans/people and truly engage the way I wish I would’ve years ago after leaving home. No more hiding. No more shaming myself and most certainly no more apologizing for speaking about Michael. I’m doing myself a disservice and I want to honor his memory by keeping on with the force! 🕺🏾

I love you so much Michael and I miss you like crazy and I’m so grateful for your presence and your passion for sharing your gift and life’s work with us. I feel you in the air and especially in the trees and in the animals. You solidified my belief in magic and wonder. I am so damn happy I am breaking free from these chains and really celebrating you OUT IN THE OPEN WHOLEHEARTEDLY. To the fans out there struggling I have you in my thoughts. And if you ever, EVER need someone to talk to because it’s difficult to talk to anyone else out there, you got me. I don’t ever want any of the fans to feel isolated and stuck. Especially the younger fans. You are the generation who will continue to keep Michael’s legacy going. Not only that you are the future in general and young kids/people need to be protected, loved and guided. Not the opposite and especially not made to feel like your feelings are invalid. Your mental health is so important even when you’re a fan of someone whom you’ve never met. And it is equally important to talk freely and openly in a safe space without being made to feel like you’re a criminal.

Anyways… if you read up until here, wow, thanks! Sending you all lots of love, hugs and heehees💫

[dukeofdelirium]

people nowadays try to push this outrageous lie that the worldwide media was SUPPORTIVE of Michael Jackson during his 2005 trial which couldn’t be further from the truth.

Tell me you weren’t alive to witness the media coverage without telling me!

News outlets including CNN were falsely reporting that MJ had been CONVICTED!

They were fucking touring PRISONS and gossiping about his jail cell, the clothes they’d force him to wear, making fun of his disabilities and talking about what kind of food he’d be force fed

News reporters were deadass outside his property falsely reporting he was convicted and preparing for it with glee!

You can literally hear MJ fans saying “that’s a lie!” over and over while this news reporter fuckin lies and says he was found guilty!

Late night talk shows literally had hour long jokes about him. They made up all sorts of disgusting, I mean absolutely SICKENING jokes about pedophilia and child molestation, and they used MJ to do it! Because nothing says good humor like joking about fucking child abuse, amirite?

Even Eminem, someone that lets face it, has always been a cunt, took advantage of this same thing and made a really fucked up video treating Michael the same exact way, and the media happily played it

They had game shows over his conviction. I remember watching it with my own eyes! Nothing will ever, EVER make me forget how horrifically Michael Jackson was treated. They crucified that poor man, and he never recovered from it! Michael died in that fucking court room. How dare anyone try to say the media was kind to him. Those of you that think that have no idea what you’re talking about, and you clearly didn’t witness it.

[honeyydoodle]

★Michael Jackson in Scramble Training by SEGA (1993)★

My handwritting might be kinda weird looking but yeahhhh,,, here's Commander MJ for you y/n,,, Also there's a picture I used as a reference!!!

[danger0uswham]

He could've still been here.

And that's what hurts. The "could've" part.

The part where he could've seen his children grow into these respectful adults with pride, humbleness, and care.

The part where he could've watched his sons become immersed into film and his daughter pursue so many things.

The part where he would've absolutely made some banger songs for the people we've lost. A song for Black Lives Matter. A song for the school shootings that we've seen over the years. A song of him watching his children blossom. A song of him healing from all the trauma he experienced as a child and throughout his career.

It hurts knowing that Mike isn't here. I look at the eyes of his children and my heart breaks more. Not only because he isn't here but they remind me so much of him. When Paris smiles, I get goosebumps. When Prince speaks, I get goosebumps. When Bigi appears, I get goosebumps. They all have so many qualities about them that shout "Jackson" but they also allowed themselves to be more than their family name. That was something Michael was keen on.

I've always admired the strength they all carried but Michael and Paris always have blown me away. Michael was belittled, treated like a punching bag, dragged along the mud. Paris has been stalked, chased, followed, harrassed, just like Michael. But the strength they both have is admirable. And I'm a bit envious - not in that way but I wish I had the strength. No matter their challenges, they've pushed through and I think that's a big motivator for me tryign to better myself now. I struggle with many mental health conditions, I want to lose weight, and I just wanna become the best person (emotionally; physically; spiritually) but it's hard. But I relate to them both.

But thinking about Michael recently has brought about so many things. I wonder if he knows that I exist. I became a fan after his passing but I did listen to his music beforehand. I was just a kid, though. I became a fan in 2012 - admired his music before then. I've admired his dance and songs forever. I still remember when he passed and it instantly saddened me. I've been a fan of Michael for half of my life and I just hope he knows about all of the new fans he's made since his passing. I hope he knows that I exist. I hope he knows that I will never stop defending him. I hope he knows - from Heaven. But I secretly know that it'll always feel like he'll never know about me - that I will only know him. I believe I recently stumbled upon many other fans that felt this way -- maybe it was on Discord, Tumblr, a MJJ forumsite, etc.. I'll have to check through my bookmarks and screenshots. I hope he's watching over me and that he'll visit me in my dreams. I miss him dearly.

[applehead1988]

OKAYYY BUT THIS MAN IN RED!!!!

HE’S KILLIN ME

[mj-forever-777]