"ПРЕКРАСНОТО Е ВИНАГИ СТРАННО. НЕ ИСКАМ ДА КАЖА, ЧЕ ТАЗИ СТРАННОСТ Е ПОСТИГНАТА ПРЕДНАМЕРЕНО, ХЛАДНОКРЪВНО, ПОНЕЖЕ В ТОЗИ СЛУЧАЙ ТЯ БИ БИЛА ЧУДОВИЩНА, БИ ИЗЛЯЗЛА ИЗВЪН РЕЛСИТЕ НА ЖИВОТА. КАЗВАМ САМО, ЧЕ ПРЕКРАСНОТО ВИНАГИ СЪДЪРЖА МАЛКО ЧУДАТОСТ, НАИВНА, НЕВОЛНА, НЕСЪЗНАТЕЛНА ЧУДАТОСТ, И ЧЕ ИМЕННО ТАЗИ ЧУДАТОСТ ГО ПРАВИ ПРЕКРАСНО. ТЯ Е НЕГОВ БЕЛЕГ, НЕГОВА ОСОБЕНОСТ. ОБЪРНЕТЕ СЪЖДЕНИЕТО МИ И СЕ ОПИТАЙТЕ ДА СИ ПРЕДСТАВИТЕ БАНАЛНА КРАСОТА!"
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Longing for Christmas!
Michael was standing beside me —I was about 8, he was barely 4—with his elbows on the sill and his chin resting in his hands. We were looking into the dark from our bedroom window as the snow fell on Christmas Eve, leaving us both in awe. It was coming down so thick and fast that our neighborhood seemed beneath some heavenly pillow fight, each floating feather captured in the clear haze of one streetlight. The three homes opposite were bedecked in mostly multicolored bulbs, but one particular family, the Whites, had decorated their whole place with clear lights, complete with a Santa on the lawn and glowing-nosed reindeers. They had white lights trimming the roof, lining the pathway and festooned in the windows, blinking on and off, framing the fullest tree we had seen.
We observed all this from inside a home with no tree, no lights, no nothing. Our tiny house, on the corner of Jackson Street and 23rd Avenue, was the only one without decoration. We felt it was the only one in Gary, Indiana, but Mother assured us that, no, there were other homes and other Jehovah's Witnesses who did not celebrate Christmas, like Mrs. Macon's family two streets up. But that knowledge did nothing to clear our confusion: we could see something that made us feel good, yet we were told it wasn't good for us. Christmas wasn't God's will: it was commercialism. In the run-up to December 25 we felt as if we were witnessing an event to which we were not invited, and yet we still felt its forbidden spirit.
At our window, we viewed everything from a cold, gray world, looking into a shop where everything was alive, vibrant and sparkling with color; where children played in the street with their new toys, rode new bikes or pulled new sleds in the snow. We could only imagine what it was to know the joy we saw on their faces. Michael and I played our own game at that window: pick a snowflake under the streetlight, track its descent and see which one was the first to "stick." We observed the flakes tumble, separated in the air, united on the ground, dissolved into one. That night we must have watched and counted dozens of them before we fell quiet. Michael looked sad—and I can see myself now, looking down on him from an 8-year-old's height, feeling that same sadness. Then he started to sing:
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way Oh what fun it is to ride, In a one horse open sleigh . . ."
It is my first memory of hearing his voice, an angelic sound. He sang softly so that Mother wouldn't hear. I joined in and we started making harmony. We sang verses of "Silent Night" and "Little Drummer Boy." Two boys carol-singing on the doorstep of our exclusion, songs we'd heard at school, not knowing that singing would be our profession.
As we sang, the grin on Michael's face was pure joy because we had stolen a piece of magic. We were happy briefly. But then we stopped, because this temporary sensation only reminded us that we were pretending to participate and the next morning would be like any other. I've read many times that Michael did not like Christmas, based on our family's lack of celebration. This was not true. It had not been true since that moment as a four-year-old when he said, staring at the Whites' house: "When I'm older, I'll have lights. Lots of lights. It will be Christmas every day."
Jermaine Jackson, from his book You Are Not Alone: Michael, Through a Brother's Eyes, 2011
Jermaine on his first visit to Neverland: "There were white Christmas lights trimming the sidewalk, the pathway, the trees, the frame and gutters of his English Tudor mansion. He had them turned on all year round to make sure that "it was Christmas every day...and a Christmas tree lit up all year round"
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22nd December 2008 - Tohme Tohme, in response to recent rumors regarding Michael’s alleged medical condition, has issued the following statement:
“Concerning this author’s allegations, we would hope in the future that legitimate media will not continue to be exploited by such an obvious attempt to promote this unauthorized ‘biography.’ The writer’s wild allegations concerning Mr. Jackson’s health are a total fabrication. Mr. Jackson is in fine health, and finalizing negotiations with a major entertainment company & television network for both a world tour and a series of specials and appearances.”

2000 | Michael Jackson's Year In Review | the detail

 


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