Michael Jackson og Jul


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Siden Michael Jackson vokste opp med en mor som var i Jehovas Vitner, var det aldri noen julefeiring der i huset. Mens han var del av The Jackson 5 spilte de inn flere julesanger og opptrådte som julenisser, men feiring var det ikke hjemme. Det var for kommersielt, ble det sagt, så det var ikke noe juletre, ingen pakker, ingen sanger og julekuler, slik som det heller ikke var noe bursdagslag og bursdagspakker.

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I sin bok «You are not alone» skriver broren Jermaine Jackson om et av sine tidligste minner om Michael:

Eternal Child

Michael was standing beside me —I was about 8, he was barely 4—with his elbows on the sill and his chin resting in his hands. We were looking into the dark from our bedroom window as the snow fell on Christmas Eve, leaving us both in awe. It was coming down so thick and fast that our neighborhood seemed beneath some heavenly pillow fight, each floating feather captured in the clear haze of one streetlight. The three homes opposite were bedecked in mostly multicolored bulbs, but one particular family, the Whites, had decorated their whole place with clear lights, complete with a Santa on the lawn and glowing-nosed reindeers. They had white lights trimming the roof, lining the pathway and festooned in the windows, blinking on and off, framing the fullest tree we had seen.

We observed all this from inside a home with no tree, no lights, no nothing. Our tiny house, on the corner of Jackson Street and 23rd Avenue, was the only one without decoration. We felt it was the only one in Gary, Indiana, but Mother assured us that, no, there were other homes and other Jehovah’s Witnesses who did not celebrate Christmas, like Mrs. Macon’s family two streets up. But that knowledge did nothing to clear our confusion: we could see something that made us feel good, yet we were told it wasn’t good for us. Christmas wasn’t God’s will: it was commercialism. In the run-up to December 25 we felt as if we were witnessing an event to which we were not invited, and yet we still felt its forbidden spirit.

At our window, we viewed everything from a cold, gray world, looking into a shop where everything was alive, vibrant and sparkling with color; where children played in the street with their new toys, rode new bikes or pulled new sleds in the snow. We could only imagine what it was to know the joy we saw on their faces. Michael and I played our own game at that window: pick a snowflake under the streetlight, track its descent and see which one was the first to «stick.» We observed the flakes tumble, separated in the air, united on the ground, dissolved into one. That night we must have watched and counted dozens of them before we fell quiet.  Michael looked sad—and I can see myself now, looking down on him from an 8-year-old’s height, feeling that same sadness. Then he started to sing:

«Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way  Oh what fun it is to ride,  In a one horse open sleigh . . .»

It is my first memory of hearing his voice, an angelic sound. He sang softly so that Mother wouldn’t hear. I joined in and we started making harmony. We sang verses of «Silent Night» and «Little Drummer Boy.» Two boys carol-singing on the doorstep of our exclusion, songs we’d heard at school, not knowing that singing would be our profession.

As we sang, the grin on Michael’s face was pure joy because we had stolen a piece of magic. We were happy briefly. But then we stopped, because this temporary sensation only reminded us that we were pretending to participate and the next morning would be like any other. I’ve read many times that Michael did not like Christmas, based on our family’s lack of celebration. This was not true. It had not been true since that moment as a four-year-old when he said, staring at the Whites’ house: «When I’m older, I’ll have lights. Lots of lights. It will be Christmas every day.»

Dette er fra åpningskapitlet i boka og beskriver stemningen og Michaels tidlige og store ønske om å få del i alt dette glitrende som fortalte ham om så mye glede.

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Men til tross for at han hadde ønske om alle lysene og glitteret, hadde han ikke samvittighet til å begynne å feire jul. Barnelærdommen satt dypt i ham, og det var først etter flere år at Elizabeth Taylor fikk overtalt ham til å feire sin første jul. Da hadde han bodd i sitt eget hjem, Neverland, i fem år. Julen 1993 ble det pyntet et juletre på Neverland. Det skulle være en overraskelse til Michael fra Liz, og stor var hans glede da han ble vekket om morgenen og ført ut i stua til det pyntede treet. Senere var det gaveutdeling, og siden vi har alt fanget på film, kan vi se hans boblende og barnlige glede over å pakke opp pakkene.

Det sies at han gråt etterpå fordi han hadde dårlig samvittighet for å feire julen. Men senere skulle julen bli en stor feiring i hans lille familie. Barna hans fikk oppleve spenningen, lysene, sangene og budskapet som han prentet inn i dem: Kjærlighet. Julen handler om Kjærlighet. Han sendte også ut hilsener til sine fans til jul der han sier akkurat dette: julen handler om å gi. Da han hadde grunnlagt Heal The World Foundation, sendte han ut dette budskapet i 1992:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AcHFmvo34pI

Og senere feiret han sammen med sine barn. Her er en snutt der han intervjuer sine barn om hva julen betyr for dem:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LpOunIJdxq0

Det er den stemningen som barn har rundt julen som han ville gjenskape på Neverland. Når store bussladninger med syke og vanskeligstilte barn kom på besøk til Neverland og fikk oppleve magien og spenningen i lekene, dyrene, lysene, musikken, var det på en måte å lage julestemning hele året. Det sies at noen av julelysene hang oppe året rundt. akkurat som han ønsket seg da han var liten.

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Dette innlegget ble publisert i Michael Jackson. Bokmerk permalenken.

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