
July 8, 2009
Michael, Diana, John and Yoko
The end of MJ’s memorial, with Germaine Jackson singing “Smile” by Charlie Chaplin – said it all. When we have a figure that through luck and talent and tenaciousness gets out on that stage in front of us, with handlers like corporations and governments flailing at them from the wings but unable to control them, that star becomes a child of Peace.
When Michael, Diana, John and Yoko (and Charlie from an earlier time) worked free of society’s conditioners, they turned to their world audience and spoke as Peace radicals. They also showed a child-like quality. They startled us with creative play in public, with no nay-sayers stopping them. They could touch untouchables in public, take limbless children onto their laps, act guileless about their sensual bodies, stay in bed for weeks for Peace, build amusement parks for orphans, travel nearly anywhere on the earth and connect with children. All the powerful could do was carefully watch, and deliver indictments or bad press when things got out of hand.
Do you remember when you were a child? War and the aggressions of expansive economies were something that we had to learn. At the age of, say four or five or six or seven, when we looked up at the night sky with wonder, we didn’t populate that limitlessness with Darth Vaders and Star Wars missiles at the beginning. Did we? Or am I talking myself into this? Didn’t we start out our lives, coming from our mother’s womb, believing in Peace? Weren’t we more like Michael, Diana, John and Yoko? And don’t they reverse us in time, back to the nobility of our first instincts? Am I remembering this right? Am I just making this up?
When Michael, Diana, John and Yoko (and Charlie from an earlier time) worked free of society’s conditioners, they turned to their world audience and spoke as Peace radicals. They also showed a child-like quality. They startled us with creative play in public, with no nay-sayers stopping them. They could touch untouchables in public, take limbless children onto their laps, act guileless about their sensual bodies, stay in bed for weeks for Peace, build amusement parks for orphans, travel nearly anywhere on the earth and connect with children. All the powerful could do was carefully watch, and deliver indictments or bad press when things got out of hand.
Do you remember when you were a child? War and the aggressions of expansive economies were something that we had to learn. At the age of, say four or five or six or seven, when we looked up at the night sky with wonder, we didn’t populate that limitlessness with Darth Vaders and Star Wars missiles at the beginning. Did we? Or am I talking myself into this? Didn’t we start out our lives, coming from our mother’s womb, believing in Peace? Weren’t we more like Michael, Diana, John and Yoko? And don’t they reverse us in time, back to the nobility of our first instincts? Am I remembering this right? Am I just making this up?



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yes rev billy,
yes rev billy,
dsa
Have a nice day.
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Spiritual Beings Expressing Truth
Michael Jackson through his powerful music, through the content of his poetry and his amazing example of caring about the least of these in our world showed us what it is to be in touch with our inner, child-like, loving, giving spirit selves.
For that fleeting moment he showed us that We Are The World. We are a single spirit unified with the universe.
The beat of those spiritual teachers, who have gone too soon, goes on...Martin, Malcolm, Bobby, JFK, Gandhi, Diana, John, Jesus, Michael Jackson.
The beat goes on.
from Rachel Carson, courtesy Chrissy from the Billy Fbook site:
You made that up!
Dear Siema
These five people I mention did seek money and fame, but were clearly beyond the control of their investors. Don't call Charlie Chaplin a child molester - he was hounded by puritans in the way that Americans have used the Scarlet Letter to chase away the Lenny Bruces in their midst. Like Michael, he combined wealth and innocence. He welcomed people through his door who were soon on the phone to the lawyer.
Of these five, only Diana was not taken to court in cases that were ultimately dismissed but were a hell for the accused. Her minders may have felt that the paparazzi were adequate to the job.
Siema the relish you bring to your easy cynicism... Well, I'm trying to honor brave public figures who worked for Peace. Pursuing the end of violence had a child-like quality in their lives, and the same thing that made it possible for them to defend Peace so bravely may have left them vulnerable to us.
Hmm...
While saying he was a living commercial may be a bit harsh, he obviously embraced commercial culture and profited from it. True, he did some good things in his life, but giving away a few hundred thousand dollars every year when you are a near-billionaire seems less like charity and more like a PR stunt.
Dear Rev. Billy
Mailed to our choir by Musical Director James Solomon Benn
Yesterday I cried watching the Michael Jackson memorial. I cried for a little black boy who felt the world didn't understand him. I cried for a little black boy who spent his adulthood chasing his childhood. And I thought about all the young black boys out there who may too feel that the world doesn't understand them. The ones who feel that the world does not understand their baggy jeans, their swagger, their music, their anger, their struggles, their fears or the chip on their shoulder. I worry that my son, may too, one day will feel lonely in a wide, wide world. I cried for the young children of all colors who may live their life feeling like a misfit, feeling like no one understands their perspective, or their soul. What a burden to carry.
As a mother, I cried for Katherine Jackson because no mother should ever bury a child. Period. And I think about all the pain, tears and sleepless nights that she must have endured seeing her baby boy in inner pain, seeing him struggle with his self-esteem, and his insecurities and to know he often felt unloved even while the world loved him deeply. How does it feel to think that the unconditional love we give as mothers just isn't enough to make our children feel whole? I wonder if she still suffers thinking, "what more could I have done?" Even moms of music legends aren't immune to mommy guilt, I suppose.
When Rev.. Al Sharpton ("who always delivers one" awesome "funeral speech") said to Michael's children, "Your daddy was not strange...It was strange what your Daddy had to deal with," I thought of all the "strange" things of the world that my children will have to deal with. Better yet, the things I hope they won't ever have to deal with anymore.
And as a mother raising a young black boy, I feel recommitted and yet a little confused as to how to make sure my son is sure enough within himself to take on the world. Especially a "strange" one. To love himself enough to know that even when the world doesn't understand you, tries to force you into its mold or treats you unkindly, you are still beautiful, strong and Black. How do I do that?
Today, I am taking back "childhood" as an inalienable right for every brown little one. In a world, that makes children into booty shaking, mini-adults long before their time, I'm reclaiming the playful, innocent, run-around-outside, childhood as the key ingredient in raising confident adults. Second, I will not rest until my little black boy, MY Michael, knows that his broad nose is beautiful, his chocolately brown skin is beautiful, and his thick hair is beautiful.
And nothing or no one can ever take that away from him.
"Now aint we bad? And ain't we black? And ain't we fine?
---Maya Angelou
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