June 29, 2009, - 1:18 pm
By Debbie Schlussel
As I’ve noted, I loved the music of Michael Jackson, and it brings to mind great memories. But the hype and absurd mythology now being manufactured about the man is getting on my nerves.
Specifically, one of the echo chamber utterances we keep hearing from the mainstream media about Michael Jackson is the claim that “he united the world.” It’s complete fertilizer.
That’s why I wrote several years ago (and was roundly attacked for it) that the countries whose people love Michael Jackson (and soccer) most are usually the countries and people who hate us (and support terrorism) the most.
Just because others around the world like or do something we do in America, doesn’t mean it “unites” us. Osama Bin Laden and Mahmoud Ahmadinejad eat and go to the bathroom, just like we do. Does that mean these things that we both have in common unite or unify us? Not really. Didn’t save the people on the planes.
I’ve made the same comments, for well over a decade, whenever I hear that Muslims (whether it’s in Riyadh or Tehran) somehow like America because they’re exposed to American pop culture. As I’ve always said, they may love to wear Levi’s and enjoy eating Baskin-Robbins ice cream. But they’d murder Levi Strauss, Burt Baskin, and Irvine Robbins–all of them were citizens of the “Great Satan” America and all were “evil Zionists”–in a heartbeat. And as we know, a number of Islamic terrorist groups use hip-hop to recruit terrorists. Is that really “unity”?
I don’t hold Michael Jackson responsible for that. It has nothing to do with him. And, in this column, I’m not referring to Jackson’s inexcusable and outrageous anti-Semitic lyrics (“Jew Me . . . Kike Me,” etc.) in a song and comments in a taped private phone conversation (“They suck . . . they’re like leeches.”). He apologized for those, and the lyrics were aimed, sadly, at the father of the kid he paid off. (Not that this is an excuse. It is not. And Jackson was immensely helped by many Jews, throughout his career and his life, including extending him gazillions in credit when no-one else would.)
I’m referring to Michael Jackson’s and–now, in his death–the Jackson family’s conscious decisions to surround themselves with America’s most divisive, most prominent ministers of hate.
Sorry, but hanging with and allying himself with Ministers of Hate, Inc. makes him anything but a “uniter” or “unifier.” It makes no difference that he penned and sang songs, like “Black or White.” He hung with those who made their livelihoods stressing the difference between the races.
Instead, I’m referring to Michael Jackson’s longtime alliance with Jesse “Hymietown” Jackson, Al “White Zionist Interlopers” Sharpton, and Louis “Judaism is a Gutter Religion” Farrakhan. Here’s a little tutorial on the statements of the Jackson and Sharpton. I’m sure your familiar with the many anti-Semitic, racist, bigoted words of Farrakhan, including those on which I’ve reported when I heard him in person at a Detroit Shi’ite mosque.
As we know, the first two–along with their Jewish counterpart in shameless self-promoting, Rabbi Shmuley Boteach (who is friends with Sharpton and got Jews to pay for a post-9/11 trip for Sharpton to –ingratiated themselves with Jackson in life and now in death.
And the third, Farrakhan, supplied bodyguards to Jackson, who reportedly embraced Islam (as his brother Jermaine Jackson, indeed, has). Reports say that Farrakhan’s Nation of Islam handlers were the ones that forced Jackson to agree to the 50 concert dates in London that now won’t happen. And there’s even more:
Grace Rwaramba, the woman he employed to look after his children for more than a decade, is known to have ties to Louis Farrakhan, the charismatic leader of the group.
Speaking after Jackson’s death, she claimed that he had increasingly fallen under the influence of the Nation, which supplied his bodyguards.
Leonard Muhammad, Farrakhan’s son-in-law and chief of staff, was appointed to run the King of Pop’s business affairs despite a chequered CV including a spell selling unproven Aids treatments in deprived areas of Chicago.
Mrs Rwaramba also alleged that the sect charged Jackson more than 60,000 Pounds a month to rent the Bel Air property where he died, when similar houses were on the market for a quarter of the price.
The 42-year-old was sacked in December after falling out with Jackson. But she was replaced by another woman from the Nation employed by Jackson’s brother Jermaine, a Muslim convert.
Although there are no allegations that the Nation of Islam contributed to Jackson’s death, their involvement with the wealthy but vulnerable pop star has raised concerns that he could have been open to exploitation.
Hmmm . . . Michael Jackson, I think we know who the real leeches were in your life. Hint: Not the Jews.
If, as speculated, Jackson’s will provides Rwaramba custody, it would be interesting to see these completely White kids taught the Black supremacist racism and hate of the NoI. It has the potential to turn them into the reverse version of the blind Black Klansman in the famous Dave Chappelle comedy sketch.
Now, Jackson and Sharpton are advising the Jackson family on the funeral/memorial service for the late Jackson. And it figures to be a Who’s Who of Hate, Inc. spewing the usual “Blame it on the Crackers” routine, a la the Rosa Parks funeral, which I detailed on this site a few years ago. Except, this time, it’ll have a few White pop stars sprinkled in for sanction. I wouldn’t be surprised if–in addition to Action Jackson, Weird Al, and Louis X–the Rev. Jeremiah Wright makes a special appearance, as he did at the Rosa Parks funeral. Don’t bet against it.
It’s not like Michael Jackson’s association with any of these divisive figures was a secret. It was touted, and photographed, and reported on all over the mainstream media, while Michael Jackson was alive.
Why, then, does the mainstream media–aware of Michael Jackson’s fraternity of Ministers of Hate–continue to claim he “unified” anything?
Don’t answer. That was a rhetorical question.
Michael Jackson did not unite. And his circle of advisors are America’s chief merchants of division.
I’ll miss a lot of things about Michael Jackson. Unfortunately, the things I won’t miss about him are alive and well.