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He is just another human, like you.
So take him out of that box!
Dear people, I would like to ask you a question â?? the question WHY. Why is there so much poverty in the world? Why so many wars? Why so much torture and agony? And why must children die and innocent suffer? I donâ??t understand it. Do you understand it? I want to help. I want to make people happy, and may it be just for a moment. That is what gives my life a sense. Donâ??t you understand me? What did I do that you judge me? Are you really envious of me? You donâ??t have to. I wouldnâ??t wish you to be meâ?¦ Maybe you just want me to confess my â??guiltâ??: Yes, it is true, I do love children! But not the way you want it to be. I love them from the bottom of my heart. Because children donâ??t make wars. Children have never hurt me. It makes me happy to look in their shining eyes. Is it a crime wanting to be happy and want to make others happy? Many of them who visit me are going to die soon, of cancer or other terrible diseases. I wonâ??t let you forbid me through your arrogance to give them just one happy day! Yes, it is true that I had plastic surgeries! Do you know what it feels like?! How often did I have to wake up in pain! How often I didnâ??t know what would expect me when I look into the mirror! How often did I cry when I did it! Donâ??t you see that Iâ??m punishing myself for that I cannot cope with my face â?? and with myself! Why do you also punish me for it? Yes, it is true, once I was black! You get darker in the sun and get admired for that. But I am sick and you hit me for it. The sun you love so much can kill me. In former times I loved to be outside in the light, too, now I can nearly only go out at night. And you make your fun out of it. If I hadnâ??t become the Michael Jackson you know today, then I would also be like that: I would be a white black with curls and a thick niggernose for which everybody would tease me. Well, now you tease me because of my little nose. Maybe I would already be dead because I couldnâ??t protect myself so good as I can today. Would you prefer it when I was dead? Or when I had never existed? But then you wouldnâ??t have my music! Would you like to do without â??Billie Jeanâ???! My music you love though, donâ??t you? Just not me. But I create the music to make you happy. You torture me with your disgraceful words. Words can sometimes hurt so much more than punchs. Often I sit in an edge and cry. I ask God for what I have to suffer, what a reason Iâ??ve given you. Cause I never did harm to anyone. I am afraid of you â??cause youâ??ve hurt me so badly. And I donâ??t even defend myself. I simply hide behind my masks. Oh, how I hate these masks! Under them I can hardly breathe. But I have no choice, itâ??s the only way to protect myself. But you donâ??t like it when I protect myself. Youâ??d prefer to kick a defenceless man in his face. but this favour I wonâ??t do you. I donâ??t need to be ashamed for anything Iâ??ve done. And as I can see at you, dear Unknown there are people who understand my message. My friends and me, we donâ??t go into the war with tanks. We come with sunflowers to all of you even though you laugh at us and snap our flowers off. Maybe you will understand not before not only the flowers but the whole sun goes out. With my music, with what I do I would like to bring a light into the world. But is it necessary that I kill myself until someone believes me? And until someone believes me that I just want to do good things and that I suffer from your hate? But then you would be outraged: â??And the children?!â? Particularly you would say that, you who would love the most to take my children away from me. You say they arenâ??t my children. You say I couldnâ??t educate them. How do you want to know this?! And is it important then what blood is flowing through their veins when I would die for them? Your jealousy and your hate make you blind for what love means. You donâ??t know me, nevertheless you have already judged me! You, those reporters who hammer me at the cross in the morning, you listen to my music in the evening! That is not fair! You are not interested in what you write if it just attracts readers and causes headlines. But my name is enough to attract the people. Why is it always necessary to denounce me? Why donâ??t you write something positive, there you wouldnâ??t have to search so long! Why do I have to be â??Wacko Jackoâ??? Canâ??t you see that the only one Iâ??m hurting is myself?! You hunt me like I was a piece of cattle. Isnâ??t there anybody who sees that Iâ??m also a human being?! Where do you have your heart? Where do you have your mercy? Where do you have your love? If just one out of ten people who get this letter tries to understand me, already then my life is it worth being lived. Michael Jackson
See people, he is another human like us. So please, before you pass judgement on him, think about what he puts up with everyday of his life. He didn't ask to be put into the spotlight this much, yet we put him there. So, if we are going to thrown someone into a situation which they do not ask for, then who are we to scrutinize his very existance.
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