Paris Jackson cover story for Rolling Stone: "Paris Jackson: A Life After Neverland"

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Paris-Michael Katherine Jackson is staring at a famous corpse. "That's Marilyn Monroe," she whispers, facing a wall covered with gruesome autopsy photos. "And that's JFK. You can't even find these online." On a Thursday afternoon in late November, Paris is making her way through the Museum of Death, a cramped maze of formaldehyde-scented horrors on Hollywood Boulevard. It's not uncommon for visitors, confronted with decapitation photos, snuff films and serial-killer memorabilia, to faint, vomit or both. But Paris, not far removed from the emo and goth phases of her earlier teens, seems to find it all somehow soothing. This is her ninth visit. "It's awesome," she had said on the way over. "They have a real electric chair and a real head!"

Paris Jackson turned 18 last April, and moment by moment can come across as much older or much younger, having lived a life that's veered between sheltered and agonisingly exposed. She is a pure child of the 21st century, with her mashed-up hippie-punk fashion sense (today she's wearing a tie-dye button-down, jeggings and Converse high-tops) and boundary-free musical tastes (she's decorated her sneakers with lyrics by Mötley Crüe and Arctic Monkeys; is obsessed with Alice Cooper – she calls him "bae" – and the singer-songwriter Butch Walker; loves Nirvana and Justin Bieber too). But she is, even more so, her father's child. "Basically, as a person, she is who my dad is," says her older brother, Prince Michael Jackson. "The only thing that's different would be her age and her gender." Paris is similar to Michael, he adds, "in all of her strengths, and almost all of her weaknesses as well. She's very passionate. She is very emotional to the point where she can let emotion cloud her judgment."

Paris has, with impressive speed, acquired more than 50 tattoos, sneaking in the first few while underage. Nine of them are devoted to Michael Jackson, who died when she was 11 years old, sending her, Prince and their youngest brother, Blanket, spiralling out of what had been – as they perceived it – a cloistered, near-idyllic little world. "They always say, 'Time heals,'" she says. "But it really doesn't. You just get used to it. I live life with the mentality of 'OK, I lost the only thing that has ever been important to me.' So going forward, anything bad that happens can't be nearly as bad as what happened before. So I can handle it." Michael still visits her in her dreams, she says: "I feel him with me all the time."

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Michael, who saw himself as Peter Pan, liked to call his only daughter Tinker Bell. She has FAITH, TRUST AND PIXIE DUST inked near her clavicle. She has an image from the cover of Dangerous on her forearm, the Bad logo on her hand, and the words QUEEN OF MY HEART – in her dad's handwriting, from a letter he wrote her – on her inner left wrist. "He's brought me nothing but joy," she says. "So why not have constant reminders of joy?"

She also has tattoos honouring John Lennon, David Bowie and her dad's sometime rival Prince – plus Van Halen and, on her inner lip, the word MÖTLEY (her boyfriend has CRÜE in the same spot). On her right wrist is a rope-and-jade bracelet that Michael bought in Africa. He was wearing it when he died, and Paris' nanny retrieved it for her. "It still smells like him," Paris says.

She fixes her huge blue-green eyes on each of the museum's attractions without flinching, until she comes to a section of taxidermied pets. "I don't really like this room," she says, wrinkling her nose. "I draw the line with animals. I can't do it. This breaks my heart." She recently rescued a hyperactive pit-bull-mix puppy, Koa, who has an uneasy coexistence with Kenya, a snuggly Labrador her dad brought home a decade ago.

Paris describes herself as "desensitised" to even the most graphic reminders of human mortality. In June 2013, drowning in depression and a drug addiction, she tried to kill herself at age 15, slashing her wrist and downing 20 Motrin pills. "It was just self-hatred," she says, "low self-esteem, thinking that I couldn't do anything right, not thinking I was worthy of living anymore." She had been self-harming, cutting herself, managing to conceal it from her family. Some of her tattoos now cover the scars, as well as what she says are track marks from drug use. Before that, she had already attempted suicide "multiple times," she says, with an incongruous laugh. "It was just once that it became public." The hospital had a "three-strike rule," she recalls, and, after that last attempt, insisted she attend a residential therapy program.

Home-schooled before her father's death, Paris had agreed to attend a private school starting in seventh grade. She didn't fit in – at all – and started hanging out with the only kids who accepted her, "a lot of older people doing a lot of crazy things," she says. "I was doing a lot of things that 13-, 14-, 15-year-olds shouldn't do. I tried to grow up too fast, and I wasn't really that nice of a person." She also faced cyberbullying and still struggles with cruel online comments. "The whole freedom-of-speech thing is great," she says. "But I don't think that our Founding Fathers predicted social media when they created all of these amendments and stuff."

There was another trauma that she's never mentioned in public. When she was 14, a much older "complete stranger" sexually assaulted her, she says. "I don't wanna give too many details. But it was not a good experience at all, and it was really hard for me, and, at the time, I didn't tell anybody."

After her last suicide attempt, she spent some of the year and half of junior year at a therapeutic school in Utah. "It was great for me," she says. "I'm a completely different person." Before, she says with a small smile, "I was crazy. I was actually crazy. I was going through a lot of, like, teen angst. And I was also dealing with my depression and my anxiety without any help." Her father, she says, also struggled with depression, and she was prescribed the same antidepressants he once took, though she's no longer on any psych meds.

Now sober and happier than she's ever been, with menthol cigarettes her main remaining vice, Paris moved out of her grandma Katherine's house shortly after her 18th birthday, heading to the old Jackson family estate. She spends nearly every minute of each day with her boyfriend, Michael Snoddy, a 26-year-old drummer – he plays with the percussion ensemble Street Drum Corps – and Virginia native whose dyed mohawk, tattoos and perpetually sagging pants don't obscure boy-band looks and a puppy-dog sweetness. "I never met anyone before who made me feel the way music makes me feel," says Paris. When they met, he had an ill-considered, now-covered Confederate flag tattoo that raised understandable doubts among the Jacksons. "But the more I actually got to know him," says Prince, "he's a really cool guy."

Paris took a quick stab at the community college after graduating high school – a year early – in 2015, but wasn't feeling it. She is an heir to a mammoth fortune – the Michael Jackson Family Trust is likely worth more than $1 billion, with disbursements to the kids in stages. But she wants to earn her own money, and now that she's a legal adult, to embrace her other inheritance: celebrity.
And in the end, as the charismatic, beautiful daughter of one of the most famous men who ever lived, what choice did she have? She is, for now, a model, an actress, a work in progress. She can, when she feels like it, exhibit a regal poise that's almost intimidating while remaining chill enough to become pals with her giant-goateed tattoo artist. She has impeccable manners – you might guess that she was raised well. She so charmed producer-director Lee Daniels in a recent meeting that he's begun talking to her manager about a role for her on his Fox show, Star. She plays a few instruments, writes and sings songs (she performs a couple for me on acoustic guitar, and they show promise, though they're more Laura Marling than MJ), but isn't sure if she'll ever pursue a recording contract.

Modelling, in particular, comes naturally, and she finds it therapeutic. "I've had self-esteem issues for a really, really long time," says Paris, who understands her dad's plastic-surgery choices after watching online trolls dissect her appearance since she was 12. "Plenty of people think I'm ugly, and plenty of people don't. But there's a moment when I'm modelling where I forget about my self-esteem issues and focus on what the photographer's telling me – and I feel pretty. And in that sense, it's selfish."

But mostly, she shares her father's heal-the-world impulses ("I'm really scared for the Great Barrier Reef," she says. "It's, like, dying. This whole planet is. Poor Earth, man"), and sees fame as a means to draw attention to favoured causes. "I was born with this platform," she says. "Am I gonna waste it and hide away? Or am I going to make it bigger and use it for more important things?"

Her dad wouldn't have minded. "If you wanna be bigger than me, you can," he'd tell her. "If you don't want to be at all, you can. But I just want you to be happy."

At the moment, Paris lives in the private studio where her dad demoed "Beat It." The Tudor-style main house in the now-empty Jackson family compound in the L.A. neighbourhood of Encino – purchased by Joe Jackson in 1971 with some of the Jackson 5's first Motown royalties, and rebuilt by Michael in the Eighties – is under renovation. But the studio, built by Michael in a brick building across the courtyard, happens to be roughly the size of a decent Manhattan apartment, with its own kitchen and bathroom. Paris has turned it into a vibe, cosy dorm room.

Traces of her father are everywhere, most unmistakably in the artwork he commissioned. Outside the studio is a framed picture, done in a Disney-like style, of a cartoon castle on a hilltop with a caricatured Michael in the foreground, a small blond boy embracing him. It's captioned "Of Children, Castles & Kings." Inside is a mural taking up an entire wall, with another cartoon Michael in the corner, holding a green book titled The Secret of Life and looking down from a window at blooming flowers – at the centre of each bloom is a cartoon face of a red-cheeked little girl.

Paris' chosen decor is somewhat different. There is a picture of Kurt Cobain in the bathroom, a Smashing Pumpkins poster on the wall, a laptop with Against Me! and NeverEnding Story stickers, psychedelic paisley wall hangings, lots of fake candles. Vinyl records (Alice Cooper, the Rolling Stones) serve as wall decorations. In the kitchen, sitting casually on a counter is a framed platinum record, inscribed to Michael by Quincy Jones ("I found it in the attic," Paris shrugs).

Above an adjacent garage is a mini-museum Michael created as a surprise gift for his family, with the walls and even ceilings covered with photos from their history. Michael used to rehearse dance moves in that room; now Paris' boyfriend has his drum kit set up there.

We head out to a nearby sushi restaurant, and Paris starts to describe life in Neverland. She spent her first seven years in her dad's 2,700-acre fantasy world, with its own amusement park, zoo and movie theatre. ("Everything I never got to do as a kid," Michael called it.) During that time, she didn't know that her father's name was Michael, let alone have any grasp of his fame. "I just thought his name was Dad, Daddy," she says. "We didn't really know who he was. But he was our world. And we were his world." (Paris declared last year's Captain Fantastic, where Viggo Mortensen plays an eccentric dad who tries to create a utopian hideaway for his kids, her "favourite movie ever.")

"We couldn't just go on the rides whenever we wanted to," she recalls, walking on a dark roadside near the Encino compound. She likes to stride along the lane divider, too close to the cars – it drives her boyfriend crazy, and I don't much like it either. "We actually had a pretty normal life. Like, we had school every single day, and we had to be good. And if we were good, every other weekend or so, we could choose whether we were gonna go to the movie theatre or see the animals or whatever. But if you were on bad behaviour, then you wouldn't get to go do all those things."

In his 2011 memoir, Michael's brother Jermaine called him "an example of what fatherhood should be. He instilled in them the love Mother gave us, and he provided the kind of emotional fathering that our father, through no fault of his own, could not. Michael was father and mother rolled into one."

Michael gave the kids the option of going to regular school. They declined. "When you're at home," says Paris, "your dad, who you love more than anything, will occasionally come in, in the middle of class, and it's like, 'Cool, no more class for the day. We're gonna go hang out with Dad.' We were like, 'We don't need friends. We've got you and Disney Channel!'" She was, she acknowledges, "a really weird kid."

Her dad taught her how to cook, soul food, mostly. "He was a kick-ass cook," she says. "His fried chicken is the best in the world. He taught me how to make sweet potato pie." Paris is baking four pies, plus gumbo, for grandma Katherine's Thanksgiving – which actually takes place the day before the holiday, in deference to Katherine's Jehovah's Witness beliefs.

Michael schooled Paris on every conceivable genre of music. "My dad worked with Van Halen, so I got into Van Halen," she says. "He worked with Slash, so I got into Guns N' Roses. He introduced me to Tchaikovsky and Debussy, Earth, Wind and Fire, the Temptations, Tupac, Run-DMC."

She says Michael emphasised tolerance. "My dad raised me in a very open-minded house," she says. "I was eight years old, in love with this female on the cover of a magazine. Instead of yelling at me, like most homophobic parents, he was making fun of me, like, 'Oh, you got yourself a girlfriend.'

"His number-one focus for us," says Paris, "besides loving us, was education. And he wasn't like, 'Oh, yeah, mighty Columbus came to this land!' He was like, 'No. He ****ing slaughtered the natives.'" Would he really phrase it that way? "He did have kind of a potty mouth. He cussed like a sailor." But he was also "very shy."

Paris and Prince are quite aware of public doubts about their parentage (the youngest brother, Blanket, with his darker skin, is the subject of less speculation). Paris' mum is Debbie Rowe, a nurse Michael met while she was working for his dermatologist, the late Arnold Klein. They had what sounds like an unconventional three-year marriage, during which, Rowe once testified, they never shared a home. Michael said that Rowe wanted to have his children "as a present" to him. (Rowe said that Paris got her name from the location of her conception.) Klein, her employer, was one of the several men – including the actor Mark Lester, who played the title role in the 1968 movie Oliver! – who suggested that they could be Paris' actual biological father.

Over popcorn shrimp and a Clean Mean Salmon Roll, Paris agrees to address this issue for what she says will be the only time. She could opt for an easy, logical answer, could point out that it doesn't matter, that either way, Michael Jackson was her father. That's what her brother – who describes himself as "more objective" than Paris – seems to suggest. "Every time someone asks me that," Prince says, "I ask, 'What's the point? What difference does it make?' Specifically to someone who's not involved in my life. How does that affect your life? It doesn't change mine."

But Paris is certain that Michael Jackson was her biological dad. She believes it with a fervency that is both touching and, in the moment, utterly convincing. "He is my father," she says, making fierce eye contact. "He will always be my father. He wasn't, and he never will not be. People that knew him really well say they see him in me, that it's almost scary.

"I consider myself black," she says, adding later that her dad "would look me in the eyes and he'd point his finger at me and he'd be like, 'You're black. Be proud of your roots.' And I'd be like, 'OK, he's my dad, why would he lie to me?' So I just believe what he told me. 'Cause, to my knowledge, he's never lied to me.

"Most people that don't know me call me white," Paris concedes. "I've got light skin and, especially since I've had my hair blond, I look like I was born in Finland or something." She points out that it's far from unheard of for mixed-race kids to look like her – accurately noting that her complexion and eye colour are similar to the TV actor Wentworth Miller's, who has a black dad and a white mum.

At first, she had no relationship with Rowe. "When I was really, really young, my mum didn't exist," Paris recalls. Eventually, she realised "a man can't birth a child" – and when she was 10 or so, she asked Prince, "We gotta have a mum, right?" So she asked her dad. "And he's like, 'Yeah.' And I was like, 'What's her name?' And he's just like, 'Debbie.' And I was like, 'OK, well, I know the name.'" After her father's death, she started researching her mum online, and they got together when Paris was 13.

In the wake of her treatment in Utah, Paris decided to reach out again to Rowe. "She needed a mother figure," says Prince, who declines to comment on his own relationship, or lack thereof, with Rowe. (Paris' manager declined to make Rowe available for an interview, and Rowe did not respond to our request for comment.) "I've had a lot of mother figures," Paris counters, citing her grandmother and nannies, among others, "but by the time my mum came into my life, it wasn't a 'mommy' thing. It's more of an adult relationship." Paris sees herself in Rowe, who just completed a course of chemo in a fight against breast cancer: "We're both very stubborn."

Paris isn't sure how Michael felt about Rowe but says Rowe was "in love" with her dad. She's also sure that Michael loved Lisa Marie Presley, whom he divorced two years before Paris' birth: "In the music video 'You Are Not Alone,' I can see how he looked at her, and he was totally whipped," she says with a fond laugh.

Paris Jackson was around nine years old when she realised that much of the world didn't see her father the way she did. "My dad would cry to me at night," she says, sitting at the counter of a New York coffee shop in mid-December, cradling a tiny spoon in her hand. She starts to cry too. "Picture your parent crying to you about the world hating him for something he didn't do. And for me, he was the only thing that mattered. To see my entire world in pain, I started to hate the world because of what they were doing to him. I'm like, 'How can people be so mean?'" She pauses. "Sorry, I'm getting emotional."

Paris and Prince have no doubts that their father was innocent of the multiple child-molestation allegations against him, that the man they knew was the real Michael. Again, they are persuasive – if they could go door-to-door talking about it, they could sway the world. "Nobody but my brothers and I experienced him reading A Light in the Attic to us at night before we went to bed," says Paris. "Nobody experienced him being a father to them. And if they did, the entire perception of him would be completely and forever changed." I gently suggest that what Michael said to her on those nights was a lot to put on a nine-year-old. "He did not bullshit us," she replies. "You try to give kids the best childhood possible. But you also have to prepare them for the shitty world."

Michael's 2005 molestation trial ended in an acquittal, but it shattered his reputation and altered the course of his family's lives. He decided to leave Neverland for good. They spent the next four years travelling the world, spending long stretches of time in the Irish countryside, in Bahrain, in Las Vegas. Paris didn't mind – it was exciting, and a home was where her dad was.

By 2009, Michael was preparing for an ambitious slate of comeback performances at London's O2 Arena. "He kind of hyped it up to us," recalls Paris. "He was like, 'Yeah, we're gonna live in London for a year.' We were super-excited – we already had a house out there we were gonna live in." But Paris remembers his "exhaustion" as rehearsals began. "I'd tell him, 'Let's take a nap,'" she says. "Because he looked tired. We'd be in school, meaning downstairs in the living room, and we'd see dust falling from the ceiling and hear stomping sounds because he was rehearsing upstairs."

Paris has a lingering distaste for AEG Live, the promoters behind the planned This Is It tour – her family lost a wrongful-death suit against them, with the jury accepting AEG's argument that Michael was responsible for his own death. "AEG Live does not treat their performers right," she alleges. "They drain them dry and work them to death." (A rep for AEG declined to comment.) She describes seeing Justin Bieber on a recent tour and being "scared" of him. "He was tired, going through the motions. I looked at my ticket, saw AEG Live, and I thought back to how my dad was exhausted all the time but couldn't sleep."

Paris blames Dr Conrad Murray – who was convicted of involuntary manslaughter in her father's death – for the dependency on the anaesthetic drug propofol that led to it. She calls him "the 'doctor,'" with satirical air quotes. But she has darker suspicions about her father's death. "He would drop hints about people being out to get him," she says. "And at some point he was like, 'They're gonna kill me one day.'j" (Lisa Marie Presley told Oprah Winfrey of a similar conversation with Michael, who expressed fears that unnamed parties were targeting him to get at his half of the Sony/ATV music-publishing catalog, worth hundreds of millions.)

Paris is convinced that her dad was, somehow, murdered. "Absolutely," she says. "Because it's obvious. All arrows point to that. It sounds like a total conspiracy theory and it sounds like bullshit, but all real fans and everybody in the family knows it. It was a setup. It was bullshit."

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But who would have wanted Michael Jackson dead? Paris pauses for several seconds, maybe considering a specific answer, but just says, "A lot of people." Paris wants revenge or at least justice. "Of course," she says, eyes glowing. "I definitely do, but it's a chess game. And I am trying to play the chess game the right way. And that's all I can say about that right now."

Michael had his kids wear masks in public, a protective move Paris considered "stupid" but later came to understand. So it made all the more of an impression when a brave little girl spontaneously stepped to the microphone at her dad's televised memorial service, on July 7th, 2009. "Ever since I was born," she said, "Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine, and I just wanted to say I love him so much."

She was 11 years old, but she knew what she was doing. "I knew afterwards there was gonna be plenty of shit-talking," Paris says, "plenty of people questioning him and how he raised us. That was the first time I ever publicly defended him, and it definitely won't be the last." For Prince, his younger sister showed in that moment that she had "more strength than any of us."

The day after her trip to the Museum of Death, Paris, Michael Snoddy and Tom Hamilton, her model-handsome, man-bunned 31-year-old manager, head over to Venice Beach. We stroll the boardwalk, and Snoddy recalls a brief stint as a street performer here when he first moved to L.A., drumming on buckets. "It wasn't bad," he says. "I averaged out to a hundred bucks a day."

Paris has her hair extensions in a ponytail. She's wearing sunglasses with circular lenses, a green plaid shirt over leggings, and a Rasta-rainbow backpack. Her mood is darker today. She's not talking much, and clinging tight to Snoddy, who's in a Willie Nelson tee with the sleeves cut off.

We head toward the canals, lined with ultramodern houses that Paris doesn't like. "They're too harsh and bougie," she says. "It doesn't scream, 'Hey, come for dinner!'" She's delighted to spot a group of ducks. "Hello, friends!" she shouts. "Come play with us!" Among them are what appear to be an avian couple in love, paddling through the shallow water in close formation. Paris sighs and squeezes Snoddy's hand. "Goals," she says. "Hashtag 'goals.'"

Her spirits are lifting, and we walk back toward the beach to watch the sunset. Paris and Snoddy hop on a concrete barrier facing the orange-pink spectacle. It's a peaceful moment until a middle-aged woman in neon jogging clothes and knee-length socks walks over. She grins at the couple as she presses a button on some kind of tiny stereo strapped to her waist, unleashing a dated-sounding trance song. Paris laughs and turns to her boyfriend. As the sun disappears, they start to dance.

Source: Rollingstone.com
 
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That was a beautiful interview. Don't kill me guys, but I have to say. I really, Truely hope Michael is Paris biological father because if it ever came out that he isn't. That girl is going to have a full blown breakdown, God bless her.
 
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beautiful interview
 
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Overall a nice interview but I do not believe everything Paris says 100%. For example:



I am pretty sure he did not swear like a sailor - and especially not around kids. I don't think he never swore, but he was pretty big on not swearing around kids and not using bad words. I wonder if Paris is trying to justify her own swearing by a story like this. The same way as when she claimed MJ smoked.

I see what you're saying, but I don't think it's black and white like that. I don't think he swore in front of his kids (on purpose anyway), but they may have still heard him do it and sometimes even in front of them he may have blurted some words unintentionally (espesially considering all the ish he had to deal with). "Like a sailor" is probably an exaggeration but that's how the saying is, so I'm not gonna nit pick it. lol
 
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I still have to read it ... But I found the first sentence somewhat tasteless considering the events of 25th of June 2009.
 
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Overall a nice interview but I do not believe everything Paris says 100%. For example:



I am pretty sure he did not swear like a sailor - and especially not around kids. I don't think he never swore, but he was pretty big on not swearing around kids and not using bad words. I wonder if Paris is trying to justify her own swearing by a story like this. The same way as when she claimed MJ smoked.

Agreed, Paris definitely does 'embellish' stories about Michael.
Michael may have let a few words slip here and there but curse like a sailor in front of his kids?
Nah, that didn't happen.

The cover looks nice though (aside from the word rolling stone).
She must be trying to look like lady gaga.
 
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I still have to read it ... But I found the first sentence somewhat tasteless considering the events of 25th of June 2009.


And to a publication who has treated her father like shit for decades!
 
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Have to repost this statement by Prince. Basically all his comments leave me deep in thoughts - but it' s a good feeling. I think their bond is so strong.

"Basically, as a person, she is who my dad is," says her older brother, Prince Michael Jackson. "The only thing that's different would be her age and her gender." Paris is similar to Michael, he adds, "in all of her strengths, and almost all of her weaknesses as well. She's very passionate. She is very emotional to the point where she can let emotion cloud her judgment."

Some comments on twitter:

black king ?@_theboulron
I think I just fell in love with Paris Jackson.

Klaire ?@lanadelklaire
@ParisJackson's Rolling Stone article--amazing. She is a living testament to true strength. God bless you forever; MJ would be so proud. ?

?@buIIetproofsouI
I'm glad people are getting to know Michael as a person and family man through Paris's Rolling Stone feature.

nada ?@overloved
I liked the interview. Quite heartbreaking and I almost cried reading some parts tbh. I appreciate her frankness and revelations.

MJ101 ?@MJ_1_0_1
Normally I don't like linking (invading the privacy) of the kids but this is such an honest and beautiful article
 
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Just got finished skimming it and the conspiracy theorist are going to be out in full force after this interview.:lol:
 
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Well LipstickAlley users will blow up after reading she considers herself black. Been there, done that.

Pay their dumbasses no mind.
Outside of the true MJ fans on there everyone and their mama on that website hates Michael with the burning passion of a thousand suns.
Them talking shit about the kids is just an extension of that.
Never seen so much MJ hate any other place online honestly.
 
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Pay their dumbasses no mind.
Outside of the true MJ fans on there everyone and their mama on that website hates Michael with the burning passion of a thousand suns.
Them talking shit about the kids is just an extension of that.
Never seen so much MJ hate any other place online honestly.

IKR? I was a user on that forum for a while, but then I was outraged so much by a couple of threads and some users there that I just "left".
I know, it is a gossip forum, but too rough for my taste ...

I also could not deal with the subliminal tension between black and white users. Like people asking other people if they are black or white and some people trying to patronize others. :mello:
 
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IKR? I was a user on that forum for a while, but then I was outraged so much by a couple of threads and some users there that I just "left".
I know, it is a gossip forum, but too rough for my taste ...

I also could not deal with the subliminal tension between black and white users. Like people asking other people if they are black or white and some people trying to patronize others.

I stopped visiting too and I was never an actual posting member.
I just like to browse MJ forums, but after a while I said f*** it.
There's too much MJ hate here and left.

What's ironic is that it's supposedly a website populated by mainly black people who would often times talk about how black legends (in any field) and black artist/entertainers aren't treated as good as their white peers, and how they had to 'uplift black legends' all the while they trashed Michael (the biggest and most legendary black artist/entertainer to ever exist).

I imagine that most of the people on that website save for a few are rather stupid.
 
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I stopped visiting too and I was never an actual posting member.
I just like to browse MJ forums, but after a while I said f*** it.
There's too much MJ hate here and left.

What's ironic is that it's supposedly a website populated by mainly black people who would often times talk about how black legends (in any field) and black artist/entertainers aren't treated as good as their white peers, and how they had to 'uplift black legends' all the while they trashed Michael (the biggest and most legendary black artist/entertainer to ever exist).

I imagine that most of the people on that website save for a few are rather stupid.

Yeah ... I think that MJ fans go there to discuss Michael in an open and honest way ... and they do not expect it to be that rough. LSA has many very nice and friendly users. But some seem to see it as their life challenge to systematically insult and accuse not only Michael but also Paris. Sometimes in the lowest and cheapest way possible. WHY? It takes much time to do that. Why would an non-fan / supporter do this? It´s creepy and sad.
 
moonstruck87;4182265 said:
Yeah ... I think that MJ fans go there to discuss Michael in an open and honest way ... and they do not expect it to be that rough. LSA has many very nice and friendly users. But some seem to see it as their life challenge to systematically insult and accuse not only Michael but also Paris. Sometimes in the lowest and cheapest way possible. WHY? It takes much time to do that. Why would an non-fan / supporter do this? It´s creepy and sad.

It's like I said.
I don't think most of the people on that website are very bright save for a few.
No one with some sense would focus so much on someone they hate.

The way they would talk about him I'm pretty sure that most of them are glad that Michael is dead tbh.
Hell, for all of the pro-black ish they talk on there when it comes to Michael they're just as bad if not worst then any anti-black racist.
I think they might be too stupid to realize that though.:lol:
 
in Jackson style, she steps out and speaks... makes Rollingstones!
 
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All in all though, while this is nice and all the Trolling Stone has been over for me for a long time.
Remember when they tried to say Justin Timberlake was the new King Of Pop most likely because they couldn't stand the fact that a black non-traditional pop artist had become as big as Michael did so they wanted to replace him with someone white?

Yeah, well I remember it too, and thats why I pretty much say f*** the Trolling Stone.
 
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Enough with this LSA off topic. No point in repeating nonsense unless you believe it yourself. You're only helping them spreading this BS.
 
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All in all though, while this is nice and all the Trolling Stone has been over for me for a long time.
Remember when they tried to say Justin Timberlake was the new King Of Pop most likely because they couldn't stand the fact that a black non-traditional artist had become as big as Michael did so they wanted to replace him with someone white?

Yeah, well I remember it too, and thats why I pretty much say f*** the Trolling Stone.

And for that stupid cartoon cover of MJ titled "Michael Jackson in Fantasyland" in September issue 1987 :no: remember that shit?

Also I noticed that Friedman from Showbiz 411 (and not I won't post the link here) is saying today "Paris Jackson says she was sexually assaulted at age 14 in a new interview with Rolling Stone. Michael Jackson’s daughter tells the magazine a few other surprising things, but this should be the most alarming. She was 14 in 2012, the same year she helped stop the “kidnapping” of her guardian, grandmother Katherine Jackson, by her uncles and aunts. Paris was living with her grandmother and brothers in a gated community. That this terrible thing happened to her speaks volumes about how neglectful the adult supervision was for Michael Jackson’s kids three years after the superstar’s death."

This was also around the time of the AEG trial and the Conrad Murray trial right?.....dang that explains alot doesn't it :no: she's been through a lot I just wish her all the best :angel:
 
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The article is good, considering it's Rolling Stone. Although I noticed they had to throw some of the usual bs in there. For instance making it sound as if the trial alone shattered his reputation, as if the press had no hand in that.

One thing was interesting to me, is that she says he gave them the option of going to regular school. So much for the fiction of him wanting to keep them locked away from the world. And Michael crying in front of her was upsetting, not to mention her reveling being molested. Poor girl, she sure has been through it. But i give her credit for putting herself out there. It took courage.

I wish it wasn't Rolling Stone, but if she's going to be in the industry then she's going to have to deal with all of them to a degree I guess. On the site I saw that David La Chapelle did the photography and Michael Bush did her shirt. She knew who to go to.

But if his kids are going to keep talking about his cooking, then I want a cookbook...
 
I do like the interview very much. I like to read Paris´ own words about her beloved father, about the kids life with their father, about herself, her thoughts about June 25, ... Normally all what we get to read is at third hand, from self-proclaimed ´friends´ and self-appointed biographers, tabloid-trash, haters, etc.. To me this sounds young, fresh, intelligent, honest, genuine, emotional. It´s cool, :yes:.
 
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Wonder whats going to be talked about more.
The interview itself and the other things in it, or her saying that Michael was murdered.
Y'all know how conspiracy theorist are.:lol:
 
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She's delighted to spot a group of ducks. "Hello, friends!" she shouts. "Come play with us!"

awww, it makes me feel better that Paris, too, has conversations with animals like I do. :)


I've always seen a lot of Michael in Paris, in both her personality, at times, and some specific physical features. I can see why Prince would say what he did in comparing his dad with his sister.


Thank you for posting the article.
 
Guys - It's Michael Jackson related so stays in the MJ new section :)
 
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Hope whoever sexually assaulted her gets his or her ass beat.
My parents were at times quite overprotective and still are to a certain extent, but I read stuff like this and I wouldn't want things any other way.
After Michael passed away she went though a lot of mess because he couldn't protect her.
Michael was a great dad.
He protected his kids and kept them happy.:)
 
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