So much that is wrong with our culture can be summed up in a
single headline published this week by USA Today: "Don't judge Jackson, say
child experts."
Don't judge Michael Jackson for dangling a 9-month-old baby over
a balcony, "expert" Sally Lee of Parents magazine counsels us. Why not?
Because no parent is perfect, Lee explains condescendingly, and we wouldn't
want to make a "pariah" of celebrities who make "mistakes."
Oh, heavens no, we wouldn't want to make a pariah out of a
self-destructive boy-man who suddenly surfaces with an entourage of three
vulnerable children of questionable paternity -- all bizarrely bearing the
name "Michael" and literally unable to breathe freely in public because
Jackson puts hoods over their heads to hide their faces.
Don't judge Michael Jackson for recklessly endangering an
innocent life, "expert" A. Sidney Johnson of Prevent Child Abuse America
implores. Why not? "All of us, regardless of income, can unintentionally
place children in harm's way."
As if Jackson didn't intend to wave around the baby like a
trophy before his crazed fans in Germany? As if the baby accidentally
crawled up into Jackson's arms while he was blowing creepy kisses to the
crowd below? As if any normal, sane parent, regardless of income, would tote
around his or her children for the cameras with makeshift burqas covering
their heads?
But never mind. We shouldn't judge Michael Jackson, warns
"expert" child psychologist Sam Goldstein, author of "Raising Resilient
Children." Why not? "We can't jump to conclusions without knowing the
facts."
Well, I'm no high-falutin' expert, but if I were the mother of
the writhing, towel-smothered infant who nearly plunged to his death at the
clammy hands of Michael Jackson, I'd have this crotch-grabbing celebrity
thrown in jail faster than you can say "Bad."
The facts are plainer than the collapsed nose on Jackson's
frightful face. This man is unfit to be anywhere near children, let alone to
be a make-believe parent of three. In the obfuscatory language of the
psychological experts, Michael Jackson has Major Issues. He's more than a
sideshow freak. He's a menace.
Jackson shelled out $20 million to shut up a 13-year-old boy who
accused the pop star of molesting him at his Neverland ranch in Southern
California. His older sister, LaToya (herself an emotional train wreck),
corroborated long-held suspicions by revealing to the press that Jackson
often spent nights with young boys in his bedroom during elaborate sleepover
parties.
The fizzled King of Pop has a reported addiction to Demerol, and
has been rumored to have hooked himself up to his own narcotic drip in the
past to feed his dependency. He concocted a story for the tabloids about
sleeping in a "hyperbaric" chamber to stop wrinkles. He made a chimp named
Bubbles his significant other for a year, dressing him in matching outfits
before dumping him off at a zoo after he tired of the primate's company. And
after transmogrifying himself from black to see-through, he hysterically
accused his record company of racism.
Jackson's inner demons -- resentment of a distant father,
self-hatred of his skin color, confusion over his sexuality, and anger over
the sacrifice of his childhood as the price of fame -- have eaten away at
the once-gifted entertainer's soul. If you think his outer visage is a mess,
imagine the rotting core inside.
If Jackson is willing to butcher himself into near-oblivion over
his inadequacies, imagine what he will do to his own purported sons and
daughter when they don't meet his twisted expectations.
Yet, Jackson's friends and enablers and professional defenders
blithely ignore the obvious danger he poses to himself and those poor
children now in his possession. "Despite his peculiarities," Jackson "is
extremely impressive as a father," friend Gary Pudney told People magazine
last month. "He had a very lonely childhood. His motivation in having
children is partly because of that but mainly because he loves them."
Is the sick and selfish compulsion that prompted Michael Jackson
to treat a 9-month-old baby like a headless human yo-yo this week "love"?
Ignore the experts. You be the judge.