Like most kids in my generation, I grew up marveling at the wonders and overwhelming fame of Michael Jackson.
The King of Pop was the biggest thing for me, and although, my young mind couldn’t comprehend the screams, fainting and tears of men and woman, boys and girls, I knew from that age that he is something special.
Special…for that was the only word I could think to describe the black boy who hated being black so much that he bleached his skin and relaxed his hair to become white; who was so in love with a white girl who hated his nose, so went to surgically reconstruct his wide nose to become pointed. That was the story we were fed and it was what I believed about the King of Pop.
Reading about him years later, imagine my surprise when I found out that the simple reason for the white skin is because our King of pop suffers from Vitiligo, so he covers up with long sleeve clothes and gloves and conceal his face with makeup. I was equally shocked that the ‘relaxed wavy hair’ is a wig worn to cover his hair and scalp that was burnt during the Pepsi advert. And yes, like most people in Hollywood, he’s had surgery for his nose and chin.
Although, I still can’t figure out how or who came up with that story of him, but what I have learnt from all of this is how important it is to see a person beyond the stories going round about them.
It’s beyond not judging a book by its cover; it’s more about looking deeper beyond the written tales, and seeing the untold stories.
The tales you’ve been told about me may be false, it may also be partly true or even entirely true, but believing that you have me all figured out because of that story is to never know me.
We live in a world where we see what we don’t want to see and hear what we don’t want to hear, but as crazy as our world is, we still can choose what we believe.