Yesterday, I was Чтение a Michael Jackson's special edition, released last год on the anniversary of his death.
The book has 70 pages, is very well written, tells all of his life story, talks about the creative process of all albuns, his personal life, lots of great pictures, some of them are rare, and the Автор didn't washed the dirty laundry, like accusing him или offend him.
But at the intro, he says that "Michael was accused of crimes that -now we know- never happened. He needed to die to prove he was alive -and innocent."
And it really makes sense. He spent the rest of his life trying to prove his inocence, and convence people that he wasn't the monster they thought he was.
Almost all of his "friends" left him. They chose being away and even take part of the injustice, just because they didn't want to be envolved.
Is much еще easier stick the head in the sand and ignore someone's pain to live quiet, than help. Just a phonecall, a friendly word.
What happened? They didn't had time? Money for telephone? Too busy for a "friend" who was needing for support?
Then, he dies. After that, all the "friends" Показать up. They all say that he was a great person, they are heartbroken, can't stop crying...
His innocence is recognized. Those who, years ago, threw the stones and cursed against him... now, they believe in Michael Jackson.
Suddendly, he's loved again!
Was he living a lie? Was he really alone?
Call me your friend, Любовь me... after my death. After my eyes closed for ever and my ears stop listening.