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Kendal Jenner:Material Girl

 

 

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Kendal Jenner- 18yrs old purchase a 1.4 Million Condo in Los Angeles California Congratulations!

Bobbie Christina Brown:Still In Mourning?

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Kyle Jenner: Is That You?

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Sarah Rector: Black, Rich & Proud

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Rector had been born among the Creek Indians, as a descendant of slaves.  She would belong to a group of children that the government r…eferred to as the Creek Freedman minors – not legally considered African American.
Rector became an orphan after her mother died of tuberculosis, and her father died in prison.  Like most children of Indian Territory, she was kept in the care of a white guardian who was responsible for her money and education.  But her life changed in 1914, as a result of an earlier land treaty from the government.
  Back in 1887, the government awarded the Creek minors children 160 acres of land, which passed to Rector after her parents’ deaths.  Though her land was thought to be useless, oil was discovered in its depths in 1914, when she was just 10 years old.
The headlines would read: “Oil Made Pickaninny Rich – Oklahoma Girl With $15,000 A Month Gets Many Proposals – Four White Men in Germany Want to Marry the Negro Child That They Might Share Her Fortune.” Then an issue of the Salt
Lake Telegram reported how she and her siblings still lived in poverty.  Still, young Rector kept her fortune to herself and used it to fund her education to Tuskegee University.  Little is known about her life thereafter, except that she purchased a mansion on Twelfth Street in Kansas City, Missouri and entertained the likes of Duke Ellington, Count Basie, Joe Louis and Jack Johnson at lavish parties.

The JACKSONS:Payday!

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Jermaine and Michael Motown Payday!

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Jackson Family Secrets Part III: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 and Jermaine’s jealousy of Michael. In the final entry from his three-part series about life with the Jacksons, he talks about how Michael loomed over — and sabotaged — so much of his family’s plans.

Just before Michael Jackson’s 2001 concerts at Madison Square Garden to celebrate 30 years in show business, Jacko and Jermaine engaged in one of their bitter battles.

Jermaine criticized Michael for high ticket prices and for excluding certain acts. Jacko told Jermaine to beat it — he was off the show.

Jermaine and Michael’s parents, Katherine and Joseph, drove the two-and-a-half hours from Encino to Neverland to resolve the dispute. They were stopped at the gate.

“Mother is tired, she needs water and she has to use the bathroom and Michael has ordered security not to let us in,” Jermaine said over the phone. He had called hoping someone could appeal to Michael’s people.

The standoff went on for two hours.

Finally, Jacko sent word — his mother could use the bathroom in the first guest house, but that was it. They had to be on their way.

“He won’t see us. His own mother,” Joseph protested. “He probably is on those drugs. Or something.”

Life at Neverland

What drugs, what something, no one knew — Michael Jackson was a mystery even to his family.

They had attempted no less than a half-dozen interventions, with no luck. Three months after the 2001 concerts, at a hotel in New York, Janet, Randy, and others attempted to rid him of dependence.

“Leave me alone, mind your business, I’ll be dead in one year anyway,” Jacko told them.

Michael had cut them off, one by one. He preferred to stay locked inside his rooms, watching the world through cameras.

My family and I were invited to stay at Neverland once, in 1997, and over four days we never saw Michael. But I’m sure he saw us.

Michael made all guests at Neverland, including his family, sign waivers every time they visited. The waivers allowed Michael to eavesdrop on telephone calls, videotape comings and goings and simply spy on those on the grounds.

Jackson siblings warned me to cover my bedroom and bathroom walls with sheets because you likely were being filmed, even if you were naked.

For some, Neverland was the ultimate paradise. It’s a ranch with several buildings, including a main house, Indian Tee-Pees, an amusement park, a state-of-the-art movie theater that houses a collection of films to make any public or private theater owner jealous, and a library with a collection of more than 10,000 books.

To others, though, Neverland is an enormously expensive lure for unsuspecting child victims, the ultimate candy from a stranger.

There was a specialized alarm system that sounded anytime anyone went near Jacko’s bedroom. We’d sometimes test it and, sure enough, a security guard would come inside to make sure that no one was near the quarters.

The zoo on the property rivaled those in the Bronx, Baltimore and other places. “Pet the lion, its OK, Stacy,” Jacko said to me on another visit. I refused.

From time to time, snakes would slither across the grass, frightening horse drawn carriages. A ride on a golf cart and passed the zoo had to be met with caution, particularly when passing cages that contained Patrick the orangutan, who replaced the famous Bubbles the chimp, and whose displeasure for strangers was evident in his spitting about 40 yards at those who would come into his view.

Sabotaging the Family

Despite his isolation, Michael maintained his control over the family.

At one point he demanded that sister Janet, who had become almost as famous as him, stop using their surname. He wanted to be the only superstar named Jackson.

Other family members protested that Michael derailed their careers.

“That’s the problem I have with him,” Jermaine said. “OK, so he doesn’t want to do anything with us, but he doesn’t’ want us to make our own money, either. He wants us to depend upon him to provide and we’re adults.”

Rebbie, whom Michael had gifted her only hit, the 1985 single “Centipede,” also was stifled by her little brother. When she recorded her most recent album, 1997’s “Yours Faithfully,” she admitted to making a big mistake. “I did it for Michael’s label,” she told me.

Rebbie had done a lot press in support of the CD, which included the duet, “Fly Away,” with Jacko. She appeared on Regis and Kathy Lee, BET and other shows. After the first single was released, the CD disappeared from stores.

She alleged that Michael campaigned to kill the careers of his family members, even paying off A&R and radio executives to not play his brother’s and sister’s music.

“Michael did it again, he dangles the carrot and we’re supposed to jump,” Rebbie said.

It wasn’t that Michael couldn’t be generous. When Rebbie and her husband Nathaniel wanted to buy a house in Las Vegas, Jackson ponied up $100,000 towards the $300,000-plus price tag.

But even that seemed to have an ulterior motive.

Michael had become aware that Grace Rwarmba, the children’s nanny had been visiting Rebbie in Vegas and she had expressed concerns over Jacko’s drug dependency. Jacko’s divorce from Lisa Marie Presley was also, in part, because Presley had sought advice from Rebbie about Jacko, something Jacko detested.

“Don’t go to my family for anything, stay away from them,” he ordered Presley.

Remoras on Jacko

Jackson’s paranoia grew over the years. He thought his siblings were plotting together. He was convinced his ideas were being stolen, even by Steven Spielberg.

“Look at the logo for Neverland,” he told me once. “It’s the little boy in the moon with a fishing pole. Now, look at what those Jews have for DreamWorks. A boy inside the moon, fishing!”

As for his belief that people were out to get him, well authorities were — because of the increasingly compelling accusations of molestation.

I had ghost-written a book with Bob Jones, Michael’s long-time publicist, called “The Man Behind the Mask,” which detailed Jones disgust at much of what he witnessed.

Jones, who is gay, told me angrily: “When I’m horny, I call another man. When King Michael gets horny, he’s on the phone with some little boy.”

During the 2005 trial, I was called as a witness for the prosecution, to back up some of the things Jones said.

Michael approached me before I testified and handed me a Bible. “Stacy, is this yours?” he said, pretending I had somehow dropped it on the ground. I just wished him well.

Most of the family didn’t care if Michael was guilty or innocent. They just worried about two things: the collapsing Jackson legacy and the money Michael would lose if he went to prison.

They defended him to the end, even those who suspected, because the Jacksons were dependent on him — a situation he encouraged. He owned the Encino estate; he funded, or more often refused to fund, their tours.

Over the years, I have written about the Jacksons, but many continued to talk to me — because they so often did not talk to each other.

In December 2005, several family members called me, worried about rumors that Michael had died of a drug overdose in Bahrain. Four years later, they called me again. “Is it really true this time?” Rebbie asked. Yes, I said. She put her husband on the phone.

“He probably had a needle in his arm,” Nathaniel said. “That selfish jerk.”

 

 

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.

The 13 Bloodline familes that Rule the World

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Here are the names of the real power behind the Legal Mafia. People in power are afraid to speak out against them, because if they do, all the dirty laundry about them will com out. The elitist only choose leaders that have a shady background, who are evil like them.

The are satanic in nature, behind this brotherhood they bow-down to Satan himself. The Elitist Illuminati occultists are into black magic, child abductions and ritual killings etc. They are above the law, because they are the law. With the help of the CIA who abduct children for the elitist pleasure and to make more money by selling them into prostitution and the drug trade. Anyway, here are the names of these every wealthy families.

(1) Astor (2) Bundy (3) Collins (4) DuPont (5) Freeman (6) Kennedy (7) Li (Chinese) (8) Onassis (9) Rockefeller (10) Rothschild (11) Russell (12) van Duyn (13) Merovingian (European Royal Families):
(1) Reynolds (2) Disney (3) Krupp (4) McDonald: Also, there are a hundred less pure bloodlines that are connected to the thirteen elite bloodlines.
The Illuminati have “six disciplines of training within their family. These are. (1) Military (2) Government (3) Spiritual (4) Scholarship (5) Leadership (6) Science:
They are Sectarian Jewish Elite as Zionism, don’t confuse Zionism with common Jews.

The leading candidate for Presidency are carefully chosen from the occult bloodlines of the thirteen Illuminati families. “Candidate is of Royal blood. All Presidents is of the United States swore allegiance to serve the Brotherhood before he serves the country.

The Brotherhood owns him and ultimately decides what he should or shouldn’t do. You are now in the hands of the higher rank members of the secret society you’re signed up with, and this becomes more obvious the higher up their ladder you climb.  These Elitist are the Legal Mafia.

If a goyim thinks he will become rich and famous, think again! So much for the American Dream, unless you are one of them and go to the right school; you will never’ ever become wealthy. Just don’t step on their toes, because they will destroy you and your wealth.

by Kerry P Hay

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