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Michael Jackson Is Remembered and Loved Six Years Later

Michael Jackson is Remembered and Loved Six Years Later

Although it’s hard to believe it’s been six years, it’s soothing, heart breaking and life affirming all at once to see how the love for Michael Jackson is as present as it was on the day we lost him. As Michael once said, “My fans truly are a part of me. We share something that most people will never experience.” After his death, we continue to share our passion and love for Michael with each other.

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My Three Michael Jackson dolls.

Every year on the anniversary of his death I make my way to Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale, California, and walk slowly amidst a sea of love of homemade cards, stuffed animals,drawings, paintings, sunflowers, roses and handmade books from all over the globe. I see these offerings as proof. Proof there is love in every corner of the world from Japan to Korea, Italy to Germany to Poland as the fans pay their respects to the man, the man in the mirror who simply wanted to spread messages of love and tolerance, of forgiveness and kindness and of healing the world. When Michael sang, “Another Part of Me”, he was light years ahead in terms of consciousness. With his raised consciousness he acted with fearless integrity and understood the essence of this era: Recognize the other person is you.

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Forest Lawn Glendale,
25 June 2015

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Flowers for Michael at Holly Terrace 25 June 2015

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Bad era. Forest Lawn. 25 June 2015

I am under no illusion about how people judge Michael Jackson fans. And I am perfectly okay with that. I am part of a worldwide team that is fighting against injustice. Because I know who Michael Jackson was, not what the media tried to force feed down our throats. We are not willing to give up our fight against wrong. As Michael held up a mirror to himself, we hold up a mirror to the world, showing that spreading love, not hatred, is the answer.

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Flowers from fans in Denmark. Forest Lawn.
25 June 2015

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Forest Lawn,
25 June 2015

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Miranda – Hong Kong
Forest Lawn,
25 June 2015

I grew up loving Michael Jackson’s music but there was so much more to him than that. It was Michael’s heart I deeply resonated with. I could feel how caring, other-centered and kind he was. And, in a sense, the worldwide grieving helped and continues to help me to feel that we are all one. That even though the loss feels as if it will never have closure, we are never, ever alone.

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Poem to Michael,
Forest Lawn
25 June 2015

One Rose for Michael Jackson raised 15,537 roses this year. Seeing all the roses donated from fans around the world moves me to tears as I am enveloped in the sea of love of thousands of roses. And it keeps growing. The first year Robyn Starkand’s team raised 3,000 roses, then 4,500 then 10,000, and now more than 15,000. Every year, all the roses are donated to various charities after June 25.

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One Rose for Michael Jackson.
25 June 2015

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One Rose for Michael Jackson
25 June 2015

At Forest Lawn, I met Andrea Schneider and Lola Anderson from Dusseldorf and Eltville, Germany, who returned to the cemetery last year on June 26 to help donate some of the roses to charity and will be doing the same this year.

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Robyn Starkand (Organizer of One Rose for Michael Jackson) with Andrea Schneider and Lola Anderson from Germany

I also met Nako and Fumiyo from Japan. I loved watching them kneel on the grass in front of Holly Terrace, as they removed all the carefully chosen items from bags they brought with them and arranged it all, which you can see here along with their homage to MJ.

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Nako and Fumiyo from Japan. 24 June 2015
Forest Lawn

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Nako from Osaka, Japan
Fumiyo from Tokyo, Japan
24 June 2015

I delivered roses to the Jewish Home for the Aged to continue to spread the love.

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Roses at the Jewish Home for the Aged

The quilt that the fans in Japan make annually brings me to my knees. The fans meet on weekends throughout the year creating tiny, hand stitched, drawn, painted, individually created, pieces, all in the name of love, to blanket Michael with love. Here are some pieces of the quilt up close.

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Maho & Yasuyo
Quilt from Japan
25 June 2015

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Ayako from Japan

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I especially love the “Heal the Kids” with the flying angel child

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Yurika – Japanese quilt

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Kana – Japanese quilt

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Yuko Jackson- Japanese quilt

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Rie – Japanese quilt

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Ayuno Kuko – Japanese quilt
This piece brought me tears. She wrote “I enrolled high school in this spring. I chosen a art course. I have fun my school life. I want to become able to describe a painting like you well. So I study hard the art. Please watch me.” Look how Michael Jackson has inspired people all over the world! She is studying art and look how beautifully she paints.

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Hiroko – Japanese quilt

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Yurika – Japanese quilt

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Quilt from Japan

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More passion from the Japanese fans’ quilt

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Japanese quilt insert

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Home made card from Wendy

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Forest Lawn
25 June 2015

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Flower arrangement from Japan

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Marcus Petterman
Germany

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Forest Lawn
25 June 2015

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Hong Kong Fans
Forest Lawn
25 June 2015

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Hong Kong

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Flowers from around the globe

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The flower arrangements just kept arriving

I met Wiedjai, who traveled from the Netherlands. He is a mechanical engineer who works with sustainable energy. He has traveled to California numerous times in support of Michael. He was here in 2003 and was invited into Neverland along with many other fans. He said he was offered ice cream, drinks, rode all the attractions and the train around the lush property. His description of Neverland is that “it was magic.” He returned in 2005 for the trial, 2009 for the memorial where he says he was very shaky and also returned in 2010.

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Wiedjai from the Netherlands

I spoke to Nora from Budapest, Hungary. “This is my 1st time here.” she told me.

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Nora Pogonyi
Budapest, Hungary

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Over 50 nations are represented on this banner.

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And the flowers kept arriving!

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Tata created all these drawings/paintings.
Michael Jackson fans are uber creative.

Truth4MJ is a project that’s grown through the years thanks to the contributions of loyal Michael Jackson’s supporters committed to spread the truth about him starting from his own words. As he said, “lies run sprints, the truth runs marathons”. We strongly believe the truth about his life, his human nature and that his death will be recognized worldwide in the end.

Jermaine Jackson arrived, greeting the fans with a tremendous amount of care and love with real hugs and handshakes. It took him awhile to get through as he gently took his time speaking to the fans. “Thank you for coming. It’s very tough. I feel like the moment I did when I did the announcement for his passing. You make it easy for me because it’s the love and the support.” He spoke and became emotional, unable to hold back his tears. All the love and support from the fans seems truly important to him.

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Jermaine Jackson
Forest Lawn
25 June 2015

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Jermaine Jackson

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Jermaine Jackson leaving Forest Lawn

In Michael’s book, Dancing the Dream, he wrote, “People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song. So, I stay in the moment and listen.” Michael understood that everything in our universe has its own vibratory frequency, and when we raise our own vibration, that brings us closer to experiencing and merging with the highest vibration of all – G-d – the original creativity of the universe. As I continue to walk around the sea of love, I can feel the vibration of what Michael Jackson was telling us for decades: Love and be kind to each other. And that, in part, is why he will not be dethroned.

The simplicity of this note is lovely.

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Note to MJ

And, I LOVE this drawing of MJ that’s a combination of Michael and Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince.

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Michael Jackson as The Little Prince

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Bad doll from Japanese fans meets the Thriller era dolls

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Self Portrait – Hannah Kozak

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One Rose for Michael Jackson,
25 June 2015

Michael Jackson is Remembered and Loved Six Years Later

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Michael: You Are Not Alone by Jermaine Jackson and Steve Dennis

Michael: You Are Not Alone by Jermaine Jackson and Steve Dennis

A new book written about Michael Jackson has hit the stores but there are two major factors that set this one apart from others. Number one, it’s written by Michael’s big brother Jermaine, who has done a tremendous amount of soul searching surrounding his relationship with his little brother so there is no contrived fiction in his story-unlike what the media forced down our throats from the time when Michael started breaking all musical records and good news didn’t sell.

The second reason is Steve Dennis, acclaimed ghost-writer of the book, has written a beautifully descriptive journey of Michael Jackson’s life; as told through the eyes of his brother Jermaine. Dennis has a passion for writing about the lives of others: he takes his storytelling gift seriously. When writing his book on Britney Spears, he went into therapy six hours a week for three months so he could weave a psychotherapist’s voice and view into his biography of her. Steve is also an other-centered person, which I’ve seen first hand.  He went out of his way to secure a copy of Jermaine’s book on Michael for me, after reading one of my MJ blogs. Steve inspired me to pay it forward by getting an autographed copy for a friend who has been running a Michael Jackson website since 2003:

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Steve Dennis, Jermaine Jackson @ Barnes & Noble – The Grove 21 Sept 2011

In his latest book, we see a four year old Michael peering out from a window, singing “Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way” softly under his breath, so his mother wouldn’t hear. The holidays were not allowed to be celebrated growing up Jackson for religious reasons but this didn’t stop the two boys from singing. Jermaine joined Michael and they sang “Silent Night” and “Little Drummer Boy”. Michael grinned as the two brothers stole a moment of magic whispering Christmas songs in pajamas, as they watched snowflakes one by one glide down to the ground. This was one of the first scenes I read in the book and I smiled too, picturing Michael and his big brother singing under their breath. I’ve always had an affinity for rule breakers.

When Jermaine describes the anguish Michael was going through during the trial in 2005, where he explains seeing his little brother’s chest with vitiligo ravaged skin up close for the first time, I was melting. Melting because I was feeling the pain Michael must have felt as his own immune defense mechanism turned against him from all the stress he was under and also because he had so many insecurities about his looks to begin with. I imagined how devastated he must have been to find out his skin was losing its pigmentation. It would be hard on anyone but it hurt to think what it must have been like for an entertainer who was always in front of an audience.

Jermaine said Michael bowed his head, as if he was filled with shame and when Jermaine saw the true extent of his brother’s skin condition, he was shocked. Michael’s brown torso was splashed with large blotches of white, white blotches on his shoulder and arms and white covering his ribs and stomach.  Even though Michael shared his painful secret with the public on Oprah while 100 million viewers watched, the press wouldn’t stop spreading the stories that Michael didn’t want to be black and was dying his skin. Michael was sobbing in his bedroom in front of his family: “I’m the most misunderstood person in the world.  Everything they say about me is untrue. They’re saying all these horrible things about me. I’m bleaching my skin. I’m hurting kids. I would never….It’s untrue, it’s all untrue. I’ve tried to inspire…I’ve tried to teach”…as his voice quieted and he quivered.

Michael wrote a song, Childhood, released on the 1995 History album, which he said was his most autobiographical.  “People say I’m strange that way because I love such elementary things…it’s been my fate to compensate for the childhood I never knew. Have you seen my childhood”? Michael spent his childhood either recording records, touring for concerts, in photo sessions or rehearsing dance steps. He used to look out at a children’s playground when they were recording and cry when he heard children playing. Jermaine’s book shows us a Michael Jackson who gave away his candy to the neighborhood kids when given his share of earnings. A boy who loved playing trains who would eventually build a life sized one on his Neverland Ranch.

This book provides a way to understand who Michael Jackson really was not what the media tried to convince us.  Jermaine tells us the stories we never heard:  A superstar who visited sick and dying children in hospitals and orphanages before and after touring wasn’t considered newsworthy. He was a hypersensitive boy who would see a devastating event for example, when he heard stories about skeletal starving children in Ethiopia, they would cause him to openly weep. “I’m going to do something about this someday, Mother” he emphatically told his mother and he did. I love people who do what they say they’re going to do.

We hear the truth about the deep love of Michael and Lisa Marie Presley and how Michael struggled with the demands of married life while Lisa struggled with his isolating creative process.

Michael was practicing positive goal setting from the time he was a young boy. I especially love when Jermaine speaks of how Michael wrote the number of sales he desired for Thriller on his bathroom mirror at Hayvenhurst and through his unbending determination and belief in himself,  as well as strong work ethic, made those sales a reality.

Jermaine shares his memories of a young brother who didn’t want to fly through turbulence on a plane because he was terrified or hid under a bed because he didn’t want to get on another plane for another tour.  District attorney of Santa Barbara Tom Sneddon tried to take Michael down twice and lost both times. Jermaine describes how sending Michael to jail for crimes he didn’t commit would be a way for the Sony/ATV catalogue to be taken out of his control.

There are morsels of Michael’s sensitivity to others like him leaving a note behind in Mumbai where he had signed everything in his hotel suite; mirror, bed-sheets, pillows, room service brochure, towels and wrote “ Sell all of this and give the proceeds to charity, please.”

Michael was deeply interested in spirituality and wrote on a pillow: “India, all my life I have longed to see your face…I have to leave but I promise I shall return. Your kindness has overwhelmed me, your spiritual awareness has moved me, and your children have touched my heart. They are the face of God…I adore you India.”

It shows us a Michael who didn’t conform to how things “should” be but a man who had the innocence of a child. A man who built Neverland which gave him freedom, privacy and escapism.

Jermaine would always hear his mother ask: “Where’s Michael, Is Michael okay.” He would always look out for his little brother and say “Yes, mother, we got it, he’s okay, he’s here.” This is because Michael was a tiny ball of energy, with boundless energy and curiosity. Someone had to keep their eyes on him at all times or he’d crawl under a table or under a bed.  He was always moving.

Dennis shows us a Jermaine who is emotional that his brother is no longer here and his struggles with how he feels he let down his little brother.  Jermaine explains how Michael learned a fine line between creative solitude and personal loneliness.  Solitude was not always his friend- being a genius came with a burden of loneliness that was sometimes hard to bear.

Reading these words found in a lost poem of Michaels that he wrote sometime in the nineties brought me an understanding of how important it was to Michael to win his mother’s heart and respect. His mother found this in 2011 on a pad of yellow legal paper, in Michael’s handwriting with pencil.

“The reflection of a Mother’s heart

Is in the glimmer in her children’s eyes

Her every emotion and feeling is somewhere in her children’s character

Noble men are what this Mother made them

Why does my Mother cry?

Are these happy tears or sorrow?

Oh please God, let them be happy tears

All my success has been based on the fact

That I wanted to make Mother proud

To win her smile of approval.”

Yes, Mother. Michael is okay now. He’s more okay now than he’s ever been. – These are Jermaine’s thoughts after Michael’s public memorial at the Staples Center in Los Angeles in 2009.

Michael’s mother had a need to feel close to Michael after the memorial. With her bags packed she returned to Gary, Indiana to spend time at 2300 Jackson Street. She needed to be in the home where she raised her baby boy. The boy who danced to the rhythm of the dancing machine as it rotated when he was a toddler. She said she “found comfort” because she could hear his laughter while he was running through the house. For one month she stayed in the house totally in seclusion. She wanted to be alone.

I put the book down on my bed and cried. I cried for Michael’s mother. I cried for my mother and all the mothers in the world whose only wish is for their children to be happy. Michael wanted to help heal our world. If only we could have healed Michael. It feels like in death, he finally has peace from the sadness he carried throughout his life and the pain and loneliness he knew so intimately.

Dennis draws us a picture of how important family was for the Jacksons and how the media fiercely tried to sell the public another story. “That’s the biggest misunderstanding about our family: few grasp that our love for each other was always the most important thing, regardless of perceptions built by headlines. Family was all we knew, our platform for success, and it came before everything else.”

Jermaine’s book gives us a look at changing Michael in his diapers. We see Michael Jackson who ran around the house in his cotton pajamas and jigged and bounced back and forth to the vibrations of the washing machine in spin cycle.  A little boy who loved the white twinkling lights he saw around the neighborhood in Gary, Indiana and would one day build his dream house; Neverland, which had white Christmas lights trimming the sidewalk year round.  A young Michael who loved Mr. Long’s candy shop and would squeal with happiness to buy two to five cents worth of candy; candy he’d hide so well that none of his siblings ever found it.  Later, Michael would give away the candy he loved so much to children in the neighborhood who had even less than he did.  Jermaine writes about their dreams of singing, of becoming the Jackson Five and how the fame challenged Michael; a shy, reserved boy by nature…until he came alive on stage. He even writes about the rifts, sorrows, scandals and a pressure that was nearly impossible to handle. Jermaine’s words help us to see how complex, imperfect and fallible Michael was.  Michael Jackson wasn’t a man who refused to grow up, he never felt like he was a boy in the first place.

I’ve always thought of Michael Jackson as a boy who had to be an adult as a child and an adult who yearned to be a child. Michael Jackson was simply, a child who never had a chance to be a child. Michael Jackson built, in his own words, “a place of ultimate happiness” with a theme park, lake, trains, movie theatre with cotton candy and dum dum lollipops, mini animal houses with elephants, tigers, giraffes and flowers throughout the 2,800 acres, at Neverland. If that is strange, then I’m on board.

Jermaine Jackson- 21 September 2011

Jermaine Jackson

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Michael: You Are Not Alone by Jermaine Jackson and Steve Dennis


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