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Michael Jackson:Man In The Mirror

 

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Last night Billboard awards there was no African American Males singers performing onstage, with the exception of The Late Great Michael Jackson, whom appeared via Hologram and seems to water down, and fully perished his already, tainted legacy. If Mr. Dick Clark was alive the Billboard awards would be totally different, Clark fought for decades  for Black performers to perform on The American Music awards and the Billboard awards, especially Black males, why after his death, the practice stopped?

Donald Sterling vs. V Stiviano: Part I

untitledThe confessions of racist LA Clippers boss Donald Sterling can today be revealed in explosive NEW secret recordings obtained by MailOnline.

During a phone call with a close friend in the wake of the racism scandal that has rocked American basketball, Sterling speaks candidly about his true feelings towards his former girlfriend V. Stiviano.

The secret recordings were made by Sterling’s long time friend, a black hip hop artist called Maserati, who says he leaked the phone conversation, because, in his view, the Clippers boss crossed the line.

The tapes, recorded just four or five days after the scandal broke, paint a very different picture to that presented to CNN host Anderson Cooper in an interview on Monday night.

 

That was one of Donald Sterling, billionaire, the powerful and defiant owner of one of the most famous basketball teams in America.

Instead, the tapes present him as an old man, confused, shocked and ’embarrassed’ that his life’s work has brought so low by his weakness for a young woman who taped his private conversations as he was desperately trying to bed her.

He feels foolish that he fell for it, but still doesn’t accept that his views may be considered racist. Instead, he insists that he is the victim and that the wannabe model, 31, is the ‘most discriminatory person I have ever met’.

 

In the recording, which runs to more than an hour, he claims Stiviano confided in him that she wakes every morning ‘wishing I was white’.Sterling claims that such is her insecurity about her African-American roots that Stiviano bleaches her skin to appear pale and has vowed never to date a black man.He goes on to claim that the ‘vast majority’ of white people don’t think about color – but black people do.

Sterling, 81, reveals how Stiviano – a stunning brunette 50 years his junior – lured him into her trap and says he lavished her with millions of dollars as he tried to bed her.

 

Sterling also claims that Stiviano’s family call her ‘The Monster’ because she mistreats them and starves her younger sisters if they disobey her.

Sterling tells how his former lover tried to blackmail him by asking for money just weeks before the original damning recordings exposing the billionaire’s deep-rooted racism were leaked.

‘V IS THE RACIST NOT ME’

Sterling claims Stiviano is the true racist, not him, and she has deep-rooted issues with the black community. ‘She is the most discriminatory person I have ever met,’ Sterling told his friend.

Stiviano allegedly told him: ‘God made me black. I didn’t want to be black. All my brothers and sisters are Mexican. Do you know what it is like to wake up every morning and want to be white?’

He says Stiviano, who has a Mexican mother and an African-American father, hates her dark coloring so much that she bleaches her skin in a bid to appear more ‘white’.

‘She tried so hard to make her skin white,’ said Sterling. ‘She did it every night – her feet and her hands. She asked me “did I like black skin?” I really didn’t think about the color of her skin.’

Sterling clearly had other things on his mind during this exchange with his much younger girlfriend, ‘I’m just waiting to play with her,’ he told his friend.

She then told him: ‘I will never go with a black guy.’ Sterling added: ‘Then I said don’t bring any to the games. I’m so stupid…I was just jealous.’

Sterling also claimed mix-race Stiviano would often bemoan her upbringing as a ‘black’ child. Stiviano was raised in a rundown Latino area of San Antonio, Texas before moving to LA as a teenager.  

Sterling said: ‘She was really a fighter and it was always about race – about you know – that’s what she liked to talk about and how she had such a hard time as a black girl growing up in LA downtown.’

‘V LURED ME INTO A TRAP’

Sterling reveals how Stiviano snared him after leading him in to a private room in his LA Clippers office.

The pair were introduced at a Superbowl bash by former LA politician Nate Holden, an old acquaintance of Sterling’s who is aged 84. Former Oakland Raiders owner Al Davies was also in the group.

‘She came up to me and said “I couldn’t stop thinking about you for two months”…That will make anyone feel good. She said: “You need me”. When a girl says something like that you’re going to follow her for a long way’
 

Sterling says he remembers a pretty girl approaching him and showering him with flattery before saying: ‘I wanna be your friend’.

Two months later the excited billionaire welcomed Stiviano into his office at the LA Clippers.

Sterling told his friend: ‘She came up to me and said “I couldn’t stop thinking about you for two months”…That will make anyone feel good. She said: “You need me”. When a girl says something like that you’re going to follow her for a long way.

‘She says is there any privacy here in this building. Well I own the whole building so I said yeah. “Well can we go talk,” she said. “I wanna be your friend”. I said I don’t need any friends. And she said “yeah you need me”.

So she takes me into a room and she does her thing and then she says you wanna go for a walk I said OK and so I walk with her to her car and she says, “well what do you think, do you think you need a friend?”’  

‘V IS A MONSTER WHO IS MEAN TO HER FAMILY’

Sterling accuses Stiviano of treating her family with a ‘whip’.

He said the demanding woman orders her younger siblings around and ‘puts them in a room’.

He said: ‘If you talk to them people you’ll get all this information she’s just mean. She won’t feed the girls – her sisters – they go to bed without dinner. Unbelievable. She’s a monster, they call her “The Monster”. She’s just 30-years-old and she’s the only one that’s got money that she got from me – she never had it before.

‘And she was gonna wheel barrow over everybody – everybody – she told people where to sleep, where to go what to do and to drive her.’

Sterling says Stiviano’s family, who are from San Antonio, Texas, but originate from Mexico, are ‘fabulous’.

Here’s a poor girl a Mexican girl never had anything in her life never had food never had clothes and I mean she has a fabulous body and she loves to have sex and she’s just fun and I think what if I give her some money and what if I helped her. And what if I helped her family. I changed the whole family’s life.

V WAS ‘AN ANIMAL’ IN THE BEDROOM

Sterling claims stunning V. Stiviano ‘loves sex’ and was an ‘animal’ between the sheets and admits he paid a ‘high-price’ to sleep with her.

And he told his friend that he fears the stunning wannabe model may have saucy photos of them in bed together, which he worries may be leaked to the media.

‘I am an 80-year-old man and tried to make it with a girl. I did it before. It wasn’t easy. I’d say anything to her. She was an animal’

Sterling said: ‘I’m paying a very high price for trying to get a girl hot and make it with her. Everybody in the world wants to f*** her. Listen, I’m telling you she was hot. It took me maybe an hour to get there but it was hot. So why did I do it? Because I’m 80-years-old.’

Earlier in the conversation he admitted that he was ‘embarrassed’ that a man of his age was trying to bed a girl 50 years younger than him.

‘I am an 80-year-old man and tried to make it with a girl. I did it before. It wasn’t easy. I’d say anything to her. She was an animal.’

He added: ‘I wanted to help her as she never had food, never had clothes. She has a fabulous body and loves to have sex. What if I helped her and her family? I hate to admit it in front of my wife’.

Michael Jackson:Xscape

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 An album of previously unreleased Michael Jackson songs, XSCAPE comes out May 13th!

Jessica White VS. Naomi Campbell: Black Barbie Edition!

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Coco Austin:Coco-Liscious!

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Coco Austin has her very own  line of sex toys debuting this summer! 

Kim & Kanye: North’s First Fashion Pictorial!

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Kyle Jenner: Is That You?

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NeNe Leaks: Professional Drama Queen?

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Shannon Moakler:Ex Wives Club!

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Reality show veteran Shannon Moakler (ex-wife of Travis Barker) will be joining the Hollywood Exes cast this Spring.

Madonna:Detroit Vs. Brazile

#secretprojectrevolution coming soon to BRAZIL! Get ready!” -Madonna

The Jacksons: Family Secrets part II by: Stacey Brown

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After a chance meeting as a young fan, Stacy Brown became friends with the bizarre family of Michael Jackson. For 25 years, he hung out at their Hayvenhurst estate in Encino, Calif., and even ghostwrote their memoirs. He previously wrote about Katherine Jackson’s letters to her son, in which she called Michael a homophobic slur. Here, in Part Two of his memories of life among the Jacksons, he talks about the family member he knows best — Jermaine, the jealous older brother of Michael.

“That was supposed to be me,” Jermaine Jackson said, for the 100th time, talking about the superstardom his younger brother enjoyed.

“That’s why I stayed at Motown. We had plans. But once Michael beat me to it, he made sure it would only be him.”

Of all the Jacksons, none was more tortured by the cult of Michael than Jermaine. He’d spend an entire day ranting against him. The next, he’d go on a talk show and defend him.

All the while was the subtext — it should have been me.

“I still say his timing was what made him the King of Pop,” Jermaine once said. Then he asked to borrow $500 to change the tires on his Mercedes.

Thy Brother’s ‘Wife’

If there’s one best example of how dysfunctional the Jackson family is, know this — Jermaine stole away, then married, the mother of his younger brother Randy’s children.

Randy met Alejandra Oaziaza in 1986, when she was about 17 and he was 24. Randy, seven years younger than Jermaine and three years younger than Michael, missed out on the heyday of the Jacksons’ Motown fame. Too young to appear in the Jackson 5, he nonetheless was enlisted in the family business and would tour with his brothers as he got older (as Michael went solo).

Randy and Alejandra dated for a long time, but never married, having two children — Genevieve and Randy Jr. But Randy proved a bit too immature for Alejandra, and while he was away from home, Jermaine moved in.

“Randy didn’t treat me like I was the one,” Alejandra told me. “I just thought that Jermaine was different, that he was more family oriented.”

In 1995, Jermaine and Alejandra secretly married, later having children of their own — Jaafar, Donte and Jermajesty.

Randy, of course, was devastated.

“Joe Blow down the street, but my brother? In the same house?” Randy seethed about the betrayal. “She’s a pig and my brother is a fool.”

Katherine, their mother, was not amused either and treated Alejandra like the help. Randy, meanwhile, withheld child-support payments, which Jermaine said he just couldn’t understand.

“He’s an a-hole,” Jermaine said of Randy. “He shouldn’t let his feelings for me or Alejandra come between taking care of his kids.”

Jermaine didn’t understand Randy’s anger in general.

“He needs to get over it and leave all the petty stuff behind and act like a man,” Jermaine said to me. This conversation lasted more than four hours and I had to reason with him that, “You not only took his woman, but you had children with her and you married her. There’s nothing petty about that.”

Jermaine just shrugged.

Things broke down so badly between the brothers that they refused to speak to one another. In 1997, I was in the kitchen with Jackie, Tito and Jermaine, who was feeling tortured over the thought of having to fly with and go on stage alongside Randy to accept their introduction as The Jackson 5 into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

“I just don’t want to do anything with Randy,” Jermaine said.

After about 15 minutes discussing how Jermaine should handle Randy at the awards presentation, I just had to speak up. “Dudes, this isn’t as much of a problem that you all are making it out to be,” I said. “Randy isn’t a member of The Jackson 5; he joined the group when you were called The Jacksons. The J-5 is being inducted.”

They stared incredulously and then whooped with joy.

Still, Randy didn’t let it go. He would always say to me, “Stacy, watch your women around my brother, you’re around him an awful lot, look what he did to me.”

Indeed, Jermaine’s mind had one track. On one visit to New York, where he was crashing with a friend, Jermaine was interviewed by the Fox News anchor Rita Cosby — then spent the rest of the weekend talking about how it was his mission to “do” her in a hotel bedroom.

Broke Casanova

Naturally, Cosby would have to pay for the room if it were to happen. Jermaine had absolutely no cash, as usual.

Later on, he told me he was hungry for some Burger King. Fine, I thought, we could do that. He said he’d pay this time. Of course, I doubted that but was certainly prepared to take him up on his offer. I ordered a Whopper meal while Jermaine simply ordered an apple pie.

“You got a coupon for that?” he asked me with a laugh. I told him to order what he wanted, that I’d pay. So he returned to the counter and asked for large fries and an iced tea to go with the pie.

The next time we spoke of Cosby, Jermaine shocked me by adding that he wanted to “bang Nancy Grace,” who is viewed as a family nemesis.

“Just one time with that heifer,” he said. “I bet she won’t say anything bad about Michael anymore. She’ll just be thinking about her one night with the man! Jermaine.”

That didn’t happen (as far as I know). But Jermaine did have many a conquest. In New York in 2001, for Michael’s 30th Anniversary Special concerts, Jermaine’s cellphone rang. Someone on the line told him Whitney Houston, a former lover of his, needed help.

He hung up and turned to me. “She’s like Michael. She’s messed up on those drugs,” he said. “You know I used to wear her a– out. I know she’d take me back and get rid of that (expletive) Bobby Brown. Plus, I should just get with her before she loses all that money she’s made.”

Whitney appeared sickly and rail thin at the concert and Jermaine said he was concerned. He said that after the second show, which was on Sept. 10, 2001, he’d get with her and seriously discuss moving to New Jersey or Atlanta to be with her.

“I feel it’s my duty with Whitney, man,” Jermaine said. “She told me she never stopped loving me. I can get with her and I should. I just don’t know how she’d act to have me in that bed instead of Bobby. I might be too much for her. But I’d get her off the drugs. She’d be high, but only on Jermaine.”

After the first show, which took place on Friday, Sept. 7, the family and invited guests gathered at Tavern on the Green in Central Park, where Michael, looking dazed, sat in an area that was roped off from his family. Macaulay Culkin sat with Michael.

“He just told me he wasn’t doing the second show,” Jermaine told me. “He’s high as a kite, but I’m going to slap him around and get him straight.”

Secret Muslim Wedding

One extracurricular relationship was somewhat more serious than the others. Jermaine was introduced to Lawanda, a friend of one his nieces, in the mid-1990s.

By then, Jermaine had converted to Islam. In 1999, while still married to Alejandra, he and Lawanda had a “wedding” at a local mosque. Jermaine would tell me later that he did it just to make her happy. While it wasn’t legal in the eyes of the government, Lawanda felt sure — she was now Jermaine’s wife.

At Michael’s anniversary concerts, Lawanda had had enough of being Jermaine’s No. 2. She came to me, crying. “Do you know who else’s anniversary it is?” she said. “Mine and Jermaine’s and he hasn’t said a word to me.” Then, in front of Jermaine, Randy and Alejandra’s young children, Lawanda tried to attack his lawful wife.

“That’s Jermaine for you,” brother Jackie would later say.

Even with two “wives,” Jermaine couldn’t help himself. One summer night in 2003, he and I were cruising Ventura Boulevard in Katherine’s late-model Mercedes. We stopped at Starbucks in Sherman Oaks where he introduced me to a neighbor named Sandy, who was waiting for him.

We got back into the car and Sandy followed in her jeep close behind. Jermaine called Alejandra and told her that Minister Louis Farrakhan was in town and that we were going by his hotel to speak with him.

We headed up into the pitch-black darkness of the Sepulveda Pass where we parked and Sandy parked right behind us. “Here, take the car and drive, come back in like an hour or so,” Jermaine said.

He hopped out and into Sandy’s car — and before I could make a U-turn, they were like two teens, ripping their clothes off and getting it on right there.

When I picked Jermaine up, he insisted we try and see Farrakhan so that his alibi would work. An aide to Farrakhan said he wasn’t available, so we returned to Hayvenhurst. Alejandra never asked about the meeting.

Jermaine divorced Alejandra in 2004, leaving the divorce papers behind in the house as he went on tour. In 2005, he married Halima Rashid, who comes from a wealthy Mideast family. Lawanda still complains to Jackie and Tito that she has to play second fiddle.

Jermaine knew plenty about playing second fiddle, though. He would go through periods of anger about his brother, then periods of remorse when he realized he would probably be broke without him.

n 1991, Jermaine released the song “Word to the Bad” that accused Michael of “changing his shade.” Michael wouldn’t speak to him for years. Jermaine then became his brother’s most vocal defender, dismissing every rumor about him on any show that would have him. Jermaine also would warn Michael of the family’s planned interventions and trips to therapy.

Still, Michael didn’t really pay Jermaine back — and kept putting off any talk of reunion concerts.

Finally, at the end of 2001, Jermaine decided to write a be-all, end-all book to pay his bills. And once his girlfriend, Lawanda, got hold of it, she was determined that Jermaine earn a $1 million advance.

The pitch was about Michael’s drug use and his penchant for keeping company with underage boys.

Michael’s assistant was frantic. “We want a retraction! We want a retraction! Call every publisher in America and tell them you made it all up and it’s not true,” she said desperately.

The Jacksons went into one of their famous family meetings and, oddly enough, several of them came away believing that Michael himself had made up the manuscript as a way to get attention.

But Jermaine said Michael obtained a copy of the manuscript. And Michael, who paid for the house at Hayvenhurst, would use it as an excuse to throw Jermaine out.

Jermaine backed off the book. He spent the next few years trying to make amends.

And I remember him sitting in an airport giddy during Michael Jackson’s trial on molestation charges in 2005.

“Michael said after the trial is over, we’re going on tour,” Jermaine said.

I told him, you’re thinking about concerts — your brother could be going to jail for life.

Jermaine just shook his head. Wasn’t going to happen, he said.

Then he started talking about the tour, what he would wear, what it would look like.

“Woo hoo, I love it.”

Jackson Family Secres Part I By: Stacey Brown

After a chance meeting as a young fan, Stacy Brown became friends with Jermaine Jackson — and later the rest of the Jackson family, including Michael. He helped write some of their memoirs, traveled on their tours, and even gave them loans (never to be repaid). Here, for the first time, Stacy explain what it’s like to be friends with the strangest family in America.

Randy Jackson, the second-youngest of the storied musical dynasty, likes to call his family “the black Kennedys.”

Maybe. But they certainly weren’t as smart with their ­finances as the Kennedys.

Even before this month, when the family lost a $40 billion lawsuit against AEG over the death of Michael Jackson, they’ve struggled with debts. Especially when the family’s richest members, Michael and Janet, decided to cut off their seven other siblings and parents out of whim or spite.

particularly low point came in 2003. No money was coming in, few of them had actual jobs and ­Janet gave but one gift to her siblings: free meal cards to Baja Fresh, a fast-food chain with which she had an endorsement deal.

I visited Rebbie, the oldest of the Jackson kids, in Vegas, to work on a book. It was Baja Fresh for breakfast, lunch and dinner. From there I drove to Hayvenhurst, the family’s estate in Encino, Calif., to meet Katherine, the matriarch, and Jermaine.

And for 2¹/₂ weeks it was . . . Baja Fresh.

Finally, for the sake of my stomach, I offered to take Katherine to Trader Joe’s. She loaded the cart with groceries, and I ended up with the bill — $700.

There was no “thank you.” The money was never repaid. Whatever courtesies are shown to them are met with the air of “You did what you ought to. We are the Jacksons!”

‘Why No Black Boys?’

As a friend, ghostwriter and confidant of the Jackson family for nearly 25 years, people ask how I could put up with such behavior.

It wasn’t easy — but there’s something seductive about the ­craziness

I first met patriarch Joseph and his sons Jermaine, Jackie and Tito in 1984. The brothers had just played the Victory Tour at Giants Stadium. I was 16 and went to the show with my girlfriend, Ameena, who was in love with Michael.

After the show, we traveled to the Helmsley Palace Hotel, and amazingly we got to speak to the Jacksons in the lobby. Ameena gushed and handed them a letter for her idol.

A couple of years later, I was visiting a friend in a hospital in Canoga Park, Calif. Randomly, I ran into Jermaine. “I know you,” he said. To my shock, he remembered that night in New York in detail.

We spoke for a long time and ­exchanged numbers. Two weeks later, he called me and invited me to Hayvenhurst, the seven-bedroom mansion Michael paid for. It’s full of family memorabilia, and a guesthouse is filled with dolls and stuffed animals.

I later became a journalist and, because of the friendship, I was enlisted as writer on two books — “Rebbie Jackson: The First Jackson” and “Legacy: Surviving the Best and the Worse,” the latter with Jermaine.

But for every little kindness, like Jermaine remembering me as a fan in the crowd, there was plenty of selfishness and bizarre behavior.

The Jacksons have been described as dysfunctional, but that’s an understatement. They loathe each other, particularly Michael — for whom they felt varying degrees of jealousy and disgust. The King of Pop rarely wanted anything to do with them, which only ­increased the psychosis.

They’re not the Kennedys, Katherine’s longtime assistant, Janice Smith, said to me once. “They are more like the Corleone family. And Michael is Michael Corleone.”

To his parents, Joseph and Katherine, however, Michael could do no wrong.

One day, after the brothers were complaining about Michael not including them in his plans, Joseph exploded: “Y’all are lazy. He did all the work, and he figured out that if he were going to do all the work, why bother with your lazy asses?”

Katherine would defend Michael constantly — to a point.

Watching a news report that showed Michael boarding an airplane with a young boy, Katherine murmured: “Why is it that he’s always got to have those little white boys around? Why doesn’t he ever have little black boys with him?”

I said, “Well, there was a time that he had little Emmanuel Lewis, who played Webster.”

“That was just for show, for the cameras,” Katherine said. “Those boys he flies around with ain’t nothing but little Jews.”

The question I desperately wanted to ask but did not was, “Well, would you rather him ­molest little black boys?”

Secret Therapy

The dysfunction culminated in 2002. Michael had played a 30th-anniversary celebration the year before. He paid Marlon Brando $1  million to appear. He paid his brothers $1,100 each. Then he canceled a promised tour with the ­entire Jackson family.

Randy figured the family needed therapy. Janet paid for it, and once a week the whole clan would pile into SUVs for secret trips to Malibu.

Rebbie began by talking about the abuse she allegedly suffered as a child in Gary, Ind., at the hands of Joseph, and which her mother witnessed. “Mother would simply say, ‘Joe, leave her alone tonight,’ ” Rebbie said.

Jackie, the second oldest, yelled at her for “bringing up things in the past that just pull us apart.”

“We’re in therapy!” Rebbie cried.

They all complained about Michael until finally the therapist said it was best if they didn’t even think about him.

“Michael is not your family, in his mind,” the therapist told them during those clandestine sessions. “Elizabeth Taylor is his mom, and you guys should move on.”

That sent Katherine over the edge. She already hated Taylor — on visits to Neverland Ranch, Katherine would decide where she’d have her lunch or dinner depending upon whether or not Liz had ever used the spot.

“I’m not sitting where she sat,” Katherine would say. “She’s ­stolen my son away.”

Joseph felt the same way about Motown boss Berry Gordy, who signed the singing children to the label in the 1960s.

“Michael better realize, it’s my blood running through his veins,” the family patriarch said. “Mine and nobody else’s. I’m his father, Katie is his mother.”

The therapy sessions ended. No one really felt better.

During this period, Jermaine was trying desperately to get on Michael’s good side. The brothers tried to trick Michael into attending therapy by saying there was going to be a “family day.” Jermaine tipped him off that it was a ruse.

Every single time a scandal ­involving Jacko broke, there we were, Jermaine and I, hotfooting it to “The View” or some other talk show.

When Michael dangled his newly acquired 9-month-old son, Blanket, off a hotel-room balcony in November 2002, Jermaine and I went to “old reliable,” Larry King, to defend Michael’s actions.

“Nobody complains about [crocodile hunter] Steve Irwin, who has his small kids around those dangerous animals,” Jermaine said.

Following that appearance, Michael’s assistant called.

Michael wanted to speak with Jermaine. “Don’t do any more television, Jermaine. Tell the family no more. I have this huge, huge television special coming out in February that is going to shock the world and change ­everything,” Michael said.

Ironically, the “huge television special” turned out to be the horrifying Martin Bashir documentary “Living with Michael Jackson,” which ultimately led to the molestation charges.

I remember watching it with great anticipation with Jermaine, Joseph and Katherine, and the looks on their faces were priceless.

When Michael pointed out that he’d rather climb a tree than have sex, Joseph let out a very disapproving groan. When the young accuser leaned against Michael, the warm feelings in the room quickly turned to ice. They knew what was coming.

Katherine’s Letters

And they certainly weren’t surprised by it.

Way back in 1993, when the first public allegations of child molestation surfaced against Michael, sister La Toya accused the rest of her family of being “silent collaborators.”

She said Katherine had written letters to Michael in which she called him a “damn f – – – – t” and knew about payoffs, for as much as $1 million, made out to the parents of one of Michael’s victims.

Katherine and several of her children held a press conference outside Hayvenhurst to denounce La Toya. “She’s trying to sell her brother down the river,” Kath­erine said.

A decade later, Jermaine and I were hanging out at Hayvenhurst in the courtyard near the swimming pool. Katherine emerged from inside the house.

“Jermaine, they got all of our things,” she said. The family had lost a civil judgment over a failed concert tour, and creditors took a storage locker full of memorabilia, including gold records.

“They got the letters, too, and those canceled checks,” Kath­erine said.

Normally I didn’t ask questions, but I had to ask what she was talking about. “The letters,” she said, as if I were supposed to know.

Jermaine completed the sentence for her, “Those letters in which mother called Michael a ­f – – – – t.”

I was stunned. Ten years later, I realized that La Toya really did tell the truth.

“You tell a lie long enough, people will believe it’s true,” Michael once said.

It could be the Jackson motto.

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On this day in 1979, Michael Jackson went to No.1 on the US singles chart with ‘Don’t Stop Till You Get Enough’, his second US solo No.1

Beyonce: 365 Days A Year!

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Keri Wells:Married to Medicine!

kari3One snowy day in 2002, I met my husband. He was a doctor from Atlanta on a ski trip in Aspen with his best friends. We had so much in common and became fast friends.  Soon after we fell in love  and I have been with this wonderful man, Duncan Wells, for 11 magical years.”

Keri Wells has been fired from Bravo reality television show Made For Medicine and two new cast mates have been added!

Naomi Campbell: Cat walk Queen!

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Sheneka Adams: Tell All Book?

Whatever happened to Video Vixen Sheneka Adams tell-all book deal?

 

Groupie/jumpoff/video vixen Sheneka Adams is writing about her EXPLOITS with a bunch of famous men – including married NBA BALLER Carmelo Anthony. Yeah, LaLa’s husband.

Here’s is an excerpt (note – its not clear whether he was actually MARRIED to LaLa when this happened. But they were DEF together)
I wasn’t gonna come out that night for several reasons. For one I had just got my hair done and that ish was sooooo tight, but I sucked it up and went out anyway. I normally don’t go to clubs by myself, but tonight I was going to support my homies Furious ENT…they do this sexy ass party at Opera night club on Thursdays. Well anyway I got there and I was by myself so I stuck by the homies side all night because I wasn’t about to walk around all my lonsome looking crazy lol. I think there was a casting going on that night for this reality show but I wasn’t in no mood to be auditioning for anything so I threw back a couple of sex on the beache’s which is my favorite drink, and played the mood real close.

I was getting tired of following him so I told him that I was about to leave, but he insited that I come upstairs to where the real party was at…Mind you I was there alone but me being the fiesty VIRGO that I am I made party buddies quick. As I was dancing I saw him looking at me. I’m not gonna disclose his name for the sake of what I do with a certain person is not for the world to know WHO that person is but what was done lol. Well he kept eyeing me and at first I’m like what the fuck this lame ass ***** looking at? After looking at me for about 10 mins he asked me to walk over and talk to him. I did because I didn’t want to be a bitch. When I got over there he bent down and said, “Your name is Sheneka Adams right?” I was shocked as to how he knew that, considering the fact I didn’t even know who he was, until he told me that he played basketball and insisted that I guess who he was.

Me being me I don’t like to play games so I asked this chick who was standing around who this person was and when she told me, I almost spit my drink out. This guy is one of the top players in the NBA, well respected, and he knows my name. I was impressed then, but I wasn’t going to give him the pleasure. So we danced and drank and took a few pictures and all around me I could feel the envious eyes and hatred stares of the women wising they was in my place at the moment. “You wanna go hang out at my room?” he asked….”It’s to crazy in here.”

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