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One Year Later

In Uncategorized on June 25, 2010 at 9:38 am

So much can change in the twinkling of an eye, let alone twelve months. It’s been a year since Michael Jackson’s death. I remember where I was when I heard the news that afternoon–I was at work, and as soon as my good friend Marianna told me about it, I literally packed up and went home to watch the news.
Tomorrow this blog will be a year old. My first entry was about Michael’s life, and one year later:

we have oil in our gulf, a General-less command in Afghanistan (although all signs point to General Petraeus’ nomination as a sure thing), a Latina on the Supreme Court, a beer submit at the White House, Madoff goes to prison, the death of Senator Ted Kennedy, nationalized healthcare, President Obama wins the Nobel Prize, Tiger Woods’ scandal, attempted terrorist plots on Christmas day, the Fort Hood shooting, earthquakes, a Michael Jackson movie, and so many more noteworthy events that my mind is overwhelmed as of now.

So much, and the time seems to fly. Loved ones lost, friends lost, friends gained, changes, changes, changes…or another way of looking at it, growth. Growth can be painful and a learning experience. Since a year ago, this blog has undergone changes or growth. Thank you for growing with me and I hope this blog has been informative, inspirational, and/or entertaining.

Stay tuned…

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Tomorrow is It!

In Michael Jackson on October 27, 2009 at 10:22 am

The much anticipated film, “This is It,” the last images of Michael being Michael premiers Wednesday, October 28. In a CNN interview, Kenny Ortega, Michael Bearden, and Travis Payne stated that this film is an “honor project” and one that is dedicated to Michael’s devoted followers.

The Telegraph’s Anita Singh captures Elizabeth Taylor’s emotional reaction to the film. Of it, Taylor stated that “It is the single most brilliant piece of filmmaking I have ever seen. It cemented forever Michael’s genius in every aspect of creativity… To say the man is a genius is an understatement… I wept from pure joy at his God given gift. There will never, ever be the likes of him again.”

The Vanishing Black Man

In The Black Man on July 7, 2009 at 12:39 pm

Today, Michael Jackson is finally laid to rest. Today, more details regarding Steve McNair’s homicide are coming to light. For me, the tragic losses of these two men serve as a microcosm of a growing epidemic in the African American community–the vanishing Black man. According to the Henry J. Kaiser Family Foundation, in 2005 African American men between the ages of 18 and 29 were three times as likely to be incarcerated than Hispanics, and seven times as likely to be incarcerated than whites.
African American men comprise some 14 percent of the age group; they were some 40 percent likely to be incarcerated.

In September 2008 the Wall Street Journal reported that homicides in African American teenagers increased by 39 percent since 2000 and 2001. There are numerous other indicators we could explore in addressing the vanishing Black Man, yet what is conclusive is that more and more young Black youths are growing up more impoverished than their parents or guardians. We are losing them to hopelessness, the streets, to prisons, to drugs, to HIV/AIDS; we are losing them too often and much too soon.

Is it Enough?

In Michael Jackson on June 30, 2009 at 2:01 pm

Ok, I’m guilty of following the Michael Jackson video marathon–jamming to old videos, songs, and practicing moves that once were so easy to do. But, ok, can we move to something else? His life under a microscope reveals not so pleasing things, but as I predicted before, in death Michael is becoming more of a god than in life. As a friend so eloquently told me, “Is there life outside of Michael?” Yes, Michael’s story is rather tragic and filled with mysteries. But Michael was also human, flaws and all. There’s a thin line between celebrating his career and becoming so enthralled with everything Michael that we forget what it means to report newsworthy material.

In a word: Michael

In Michael Jackson on June 26, 2009 at 7:08 pm

Although this blog is dedicated to giving a political voice to African American and minorities in government and politics, one can’t help but mention the losses of 3 Hollywood stars within a week (Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, and Michael Jackson). Out of the three, Michael’s death has taken many by great shock and surprise. Michael was a legend before I could remember him, but he grew even bigger after his teen years. As early as I could remember, Michael’s music was filling the air in my home–and me imitating the great’s moves–not the moonwalk, but the high leg kick, the glove, the glimmer socks. I can remember spinning in my grandmother’s living room, hitting end tables, and constantly asking my mother what does “shamone” means and can I say it? I can remember my grandmother’s stories of living in Jim Crow Mississippi, having to pay poll taxes, and take literacy tests, and for my household, Michael served us proud and moved my grandmother closer to her dream that we all could live in a race-free world. But Michael was more than a Black icon, he transcended race, he was closest to the god on earth (with emphasis placed on the lower-cased g), maybe with the exception of Lennon and Elvis. Whatever the autopsy results reveal, Michael’s life was filled with the greatest highs, lows, insecurities, and doubts–not matter how large he was, he was just as human as you and me. Michael tried to conceal these feelings with what many would characterize as “strange” behavior. The latter years seem to not curb Michael’s celebrity–the sexual molestation allegations, the baby over the balcony, you pick any scenario. Michael was just Michael. He was not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but Michael was yet a hero to so many. Michael was my childhood idol, he was the superstar that encouraged kids to “Just say No!” (alongside the Flintstones). He and Alvin Chipmunk invaded cartoon land with the moonwalk. No matter how you’ll remember Michael, his larger than life personality on the stage welcomed us all to a world that we felt wanted and cherished.