THE music of Michael Jackson will never seem the same again.
After the devastating Channel 4 documentary Leaving Neverland: Michael Jackson And Me, there is a stain on all that euphoric music and I can’t see how it will ever be removed.
There have, of course, been accusations against Jackson down the years.
Here, for the first time, was what felt like damning, conclusive proof of child abuse.
Some will never believe Jackson abused children. But every single second of Leaving Neverland had the ring of terrible truth.
Who would believe that a hardened paedophile could be so cynical?
The emotions stirred in two small boys — and their excited families, for they were groomed, too — when the biggest superstar on the planet came into the lives was all too easy to understand.
Who wouldn’t be seduced by sharing the limelight with the biggest star on the planet?
Who wouldn’t enjoy staying in the presidential suite of the best hotels? Who wouldn’t enjoy flying around the world in private jets?
And who would not want to believe that Jackson was — as he claimed — an innocent Peter Pan figure who loved surrounding himself with children.
Who would believe that a hardened paedophile could be so cynical?
At just five, Wade Robson was Jackson’s mini-me, the child dancer who blew the minds of screaming stadia with his moonwalking impersonations of Jacko. Safechuck was the blond moppet who starred with Jackson in Pepsi commercials when he was eight.
Wade Robson and James Safechuck have had wounds inflicted upon them that they will carry to their graves
These were tiny fans who became — they thought — Jackson’s special friends. Both boys ended up being used as sexual playthings. Both grew to be men who have been permanently damaged by their experience.
The testimony of Robson and Safechuck is called a pack of lies by Jackson’s fans, family and estate, which has raked in £1.6BILLION since his death in 2009. Be in no doubt — protecting Michael’s reputation is very big business.
They all point out that Jackson is not around to refute these charges. And that is true.
But as someone who loved Michael from the time he was with his brothers in the Jackson 5 all the way to his death at 50, I can only say that he is lucky to be dead.
Because if he was alive, he would not be the King of Pop. He would be the Jimmy Savile of Pop.
There was nothing salacious about Leaving Neverland. It did not ramp up the shock tactics. It did not need to. The evidence was calmly told. And it was devastating.
MICHAEL JACKSON SEEN CLEARLY
The overwhelming feeling it left was one of immense sadness.
Like all the victims of child abuse, Wade Robson and James Safechuck have had wounds inflicted upon them that they will carry to their graves.
Their childhoods were stolen from them and they will never get them back.
Compounding their tragedy is that it was inflicted by a man who they loved, and who has given joy to millions.
How wretched it is to see Michael Jackson so horribly clearly at last.
Not eccentric. Not whacko. But what can only be called evil.
- “EUROPE is not just a market,” French President Emmanuel Macron helpfully points out. “It is a project.” Merci, Monsieur — you are dead right. The European Union has never made a secret of its federal aspirations; the EU wants “ever greater union” and the erosion of national sovereignty. That is why millions of us want to leave. And why we will continue to want to leave even after our democracy-denying MPs contrive to keep us in it.
- “YOUR nose starts to bleed,” remembers Strictly judge Shirley Ballas. “You vomit. You’ve got tummy ache. Your mind loses control.” Apparently, this is what it is like to climb Kilimanjaro. I thought Shirley was talking about watching Ed Balls try to dance.
Arch, not army to cut crime
I SPENT the first five years of my life in Harold Hill, East London, and probably played in the children’s park where Jodie Chesney was stabbed to death at the age of 17.
My memory is of a decent, working-class neighbourhood where even small children were safe to wander at will.
Now an innocent girl like Jodie – good student, Girl Scout, beloved daughter and, in the heartbreaking words of her dad, “a great girl,” – can be murdered sitting on a park bench, brutally stabbed in the back.
This insanity must end.
So do we need to call in the Army to fight knife crime? That is the suggestion of Defence Secretary Gavin Williamson.
But it is not the Army that will stop knife crime. It is giving the police the money to put more coppers on the streets. It is courts that are willing to jail repeat offenders.
It is parents taking some responsibility for their children. And it is education.
I briefly carried a knife when I was 16 and I dropped it down a drain when I saw that it was going to get me into far more trouble than it could ever get me out of.
Many of the kids carrying knives are afraid of being robbed, beaten up or murdered.
The police, courts and parents need to convince these kids that no knife can protect them – and has a good chance of wrecking their life.
Stop and search must return. But if a black teenager is repeatedly frisked simply because he is a black teenager, we create another very angry young man.
The solution is surely the metal detector arches that police erected in Soho, London, where a 37-year old man was stabbed last Sunday.
These metal detector arches – cheap, portable, easily set up in hot spots – are a great idea.
Don’t bring in the Army to fight knife crime. Bring in the arches.
Harry’s a bit too engaged
NO wonder 12,000 screaming youngsters cheered Prince Harry when he told them: “You are the most engaged generation in history.”
Who doesn’t like being told they are wonderful?
But what about the generation who defeated the Nazis, saved the world from Fascism then started the NHS? They always struck me as quite “engaged”.
If woke bloke Harry, and Meghan are really serious about saving every blade of grass on the planet then perhaps they could start cutting back on their massive carbon footprint.
And reduce the private jets and helicopter trips.
Joke’s on BBC over Titania
THE funniest thing on Twitter are the right-on musings of “Titania McGrath”, now revealed as Dr Andrew Doyle, 40, a former private school teacher with a doctorate in Early Renaissance Poetry from Oxford.
Smart guy. Unlike “Titania”, a virtue-signalling snowflake whose random thoughts include: “I despise whiteness. Literally nothing about me is white except for my skin colour.”
And:“Any police force that recruits officers on the basis of aptitude and qualifications is basically the Gestapo.”
And my favourite: “So what if Shamima Begun joined IS when she was 15? My sister got caught stealing a croissant on her gap year in Marseille. CHILDREN MAKE MISTAKES.”
Comedy on the BBC is never this funny.
Because BBC-endorsed comedians are all too much like “Titania”.
Military at concerts
TAYLOR SWIFT says she is afraid of a terrorist attack at concerts and always carries military-grade bandages.
After the atrocity at Ariana Grande’s Manchester show, Taylor is right to be afraid.
What a world we live in when terrorists believe they can further their cause by murdering little girls.
Keith one of a kind
KEITH FLINT of The Prodigy has taken his own life at the age of 49, a reminder that more than three-quarters of people who kill themselves are men and suicide kills more young men than cancer.
What a waste.
Behind those satanic horns and mad, fire-starter eyes, there was a kind, decent heart beating inside Keith.
Such kindness was unexpected because on stage Keith Flint made Johnny Rotten look like Val Doonican.
There is a degree of pantomime in any performance but, like the Sex Pistols and the Rolling Stones before them, The Prodigy delighted kids and scared parents because they were the real thing.
That’s what was so good about them.
Sometimes mum and dad are right to be afraid.
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Our friend Rosie
SUN did a lovely spread on dogs getting dolled up for Crufts.
But no dog in the land scrubs up like our family friend Rosie, a one-year-old golden doodle.
One quick shower and Rosie, goes from Monster of the Deep, inset, to Best in Show.
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