It disgusts me, too. I’m not sure that anyone who is an extreme fundamentalist can be a successful law enforcer when they aren’t allowed in their day to day life to pick their battles. Every single thing has to be done to a perfect T as an Hasidic Jew. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the Jewish people. It’s just that this particular sect is very, very, very rule-driven. And you can never, ever break the rules. Ever. There is no such thing as “picking your battles.” Every single thing has to be addressed. And if it isn’t, you are punished.
Added to that is the fact that women are nothing more than chattel in that system, and you have exactly what this cop did to this woman. Awful.
Years ago Michael and I were having a deep conversation about life in general.
I can’t recall the exact subject matter but he may have been questioning me about the circumstances of my Fathers Death.
At some point he paused, he stared at me very intensely and he stated with an almost calm certainty, “I am afraid that I am going to end up like him, the way he did.”
I promptly tried to deter him from the idea, at which point he just shrugged his shoulders and nodded almost matter of fact as if to let me know, he knew what he knew and that was kind of that.
14 years later I am sitting here watching on the news an ambulance leaves the driveway of his home, the big gates, the crowds outside the gates, the coverage, the crowds outside the hospital, the Cause of death and what may have led up to it and the memory of this conversation hit me, as did the unstoppable tears.
A predicted ending by him, by loved ones and by me, but what I didn’t predict was how much it was going to hurt when it finally happened.
The person I failed to help is being transferred right now to the LA County Coroners office for his Autopsy.
All of my indifference and detachment that I worked so hard to achieve over the years has just gone into the bowels of hell and right now I am gutted.
I am going to say now what I have never said before because I want the truth out there for once.
Our relationship was not “a sham” as is being reported in the press. It was an unusual relationship yes, where two unusual people who did not live or know a “Normal life” found a connection, perhaps with some suspect timing on his part. Nonetheless, I do believe he loved me as much as he could love anyone and I loved him very much.
I wanted to “save him” I wanted to save him from the inevitable which is what has just happened.
His family and his loved ones also wanted to save him from this as well but didn’t know how and this was 14 years ago. We all worried that this would be the outcome then.
At that time, In trying to save him, I almost lost myself.
He was an incredibly dynamic force and power that was not to be underestimated.
When he used it for something good, It was the best and when he used it for something bad, It was really, REALLY bad.
Mediocrity was not a concept that would even for a second enter Michael Jackson’s being or actions.
I became very ill and emotionally/ spiritually exhausted in my quest to save him from certain self-destructive behavior and from the awful vampires and leeches he would always manage to magnetize around him.
I was in over my head while trying.
I had my children to care for, I had to make a decision.
The hardest decision I have ever had to make, which was to walk away and let his fate have him, even though I desperately loved him and tried to stop or reverse it somehow.
After the Divorce, I spent a few years obsessing about him and what I could have done different, in regret.
Then I spent some angry years at the whole situation.
At some point, I truly became Indifferent, until now.
As I sit here overwhelmed with sadness, reflection and confusion at what was my biggest failure to date, watching on the news almost play by play The exact Scenario I saw happen on August 16th, 1977 happening again right now with Michael (A sight I never wanted to see again) just as he predicted, I am truly, truly gutted.
Any ill experience or words I have felt towards him in the past has just died inside of me along with him.
He was an amazing person and I am lucky to have gotten as close to him as I did and to have had the many experiences and years that we had together.
I desperately hope that he can be relieved from his pain, pressure and turmoil now.
He deserves to be free from all of that and I hope he is in a better place or will be.
I also hope that anyone else who feels they have failed to help him can be set free because he hopefully finally is.
The World is in shock but somehow he knew exactly how his fate would be played out some day more than anyone else knew, and he was right.
I really needed to say this right now, thanks for listening.
“But in all of this, you and I have a choice. We can resent these obstacles and let them discourage us or we can embrace them and allow God to use them to shape us and accomplish His purposes through us.”—Michael Hyatt
I was taught by my grandmother that death does come in threes. It’s also my husband’s people’s belief. (He is Cherokee.) And I have to say, it has always come true for me. No matter who or where — when someone dies, it seems to happen in threes.
I believe in the Trifecta of Life. You can apply it in many cases, but not many will prove 100% each time. What is this, you may ask?
The death of “celebrities/artists/etc. So this time around within 2 days (which we believe is a record) we have Ed McMahon, Farrah, and Michael. Happens every time. Keep this in the back of your mind, pay attention and see how it plays out!
I’m going to be reading this site backwards forwards and upside down for my dog, Chevy, who is afraid of his shadow, poor thing. (He is a rescue. No, I did not make him crazy…someone else accomplished that by never letting him out of his kennel for the first year of life. If you don’t have time to play with a dog — don’t get a dog.)