Whiten Up, Michael

One of the saddest stories I’ve seen in months came out today. It confirmed that Michael Jackson had over two dozen tubes of skin whitening cream hidden in his closet at the time of his death. The confirmation was made when previously-sealed search warrants were opened in Los Angeles.

The world already saw the grotesque, plastic surgery that resulted in the loss of his nose.  We already knew of his addiction to the pain-killing drugs that eventually killed him. And now we learn the man hated the color of his own skin. How much do you have to hate yourself to disgustingly disfigure the face with which you were born and try to change your skin color?

Many people reading this will say, “Oh, too bad. The guy was a child molester.  He got what he deserved.”

Maybe.  But it still makes me sad that the world’s most talented and loved pop legend, hated himself.

2 Responses to “Whiten Up, Michael”

  1. Bill says:

    People toast themselves in tanning booths. Women either augment or reduce the size of their breasts. Many people use makeup. Diet crazies are everywhere. Americans seem intent on improving their looks.

    Have you seen Jessica Lange lately? Sometimes people make unwise decisions while on their quest for beauty. Considering how well known he was, Michael had no chance at fooling people when it came to race.

    No question the poor guy was deeply disturbed, but he may simply have been trying to improve his appearance. Unless he left a tell-all diary behind, we’ll never really know his motivation. Self-hatred? It’s possible; but maybe not.

  2. Joe Bele-Isle says:

    If you were like me and had spent your money working hard for 15 years to overcome the damage done to two small children who were stolen by a statutory rapist who claimed his right of parentage by blood and and gave his babies to a child molester BY THE STATE because the MOLESTER had more money and a bigger house- you would have prayed for that five minutes alone with that sick fruitcake. In my case the mother was dead. Spending days trying to adjust the crushed skull of my wifes daughter back into a reckognizeable facsimile after being killed riding with the “Daddies” street gang Has definitely shortened both of our lives. I could have jilled “our” childmolester but he was pals with the judge, who I suspect got his crack from the childmolesters first wife. But who would have fed the survivor while I was in the joint? certainly not the well thinking state.
    They are not people deserving of any pity. Unless you think sex with a seven year old boy and a ten year old girl is a birthright.

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