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about Michael's stalkers - I thought this was an interesting read
All the Jacksons love our fans. But not all gawkers and autograph seekers are harmless. Some are unstable, to say the least, and have some pretty bizarre ideas about their relationships to the Jacksons, Michael in particular. One ubiquitous woman told security,"Jesus sent me here for Michael. I belong with him." When she threatened to harm us if not allowed to see my brother, police arrested her and held her overnight. The next day she was back at the gates, pleading, crying, threatening.
While making their regular afternoon rounds, security guards found another woman sleeping on the couch in our home recording studio. Apparently she'd been living there undetected for days, subsisting on sweets and snacks from the adjacent Candy store. The police carted her off to a detention cell, but the next day -you guesses it- there she was again.
Not long after, Michael and I were watching videos in his bedroom, which is several stories high and has a balcony. Hearing a strange noise, we both glanced up the upper railing to see a figure peering down at us. It was her! As she descended the stairs, we both screamed, bolted to our feet, and ran for the exit in such panic that we got stuck in the doorway! It was like being in a Keystone Kops movie. Finally we squeezed past, rushed down the hall, locked ourselves in my room, and called security, who came and took her away again.
Another morning the entire family was awakened by a heavy crash! and ran outside to investigate. We saw a tiny young woman tramping along the perimeter of the swimming pool, shrieking at the top of her lungs and toppling these solid-marble statues it had taken four brawny men to move into place. When all the statues were lying on their sides, she commenced turning on the gas valves that feed the heating units in the pool, the jacuzzi and the glass lamps.
"I'm going to kill all of you!" she screamed hysterically. "every last one of you!"
My father managed to calm down the woman while waiting for security to arrive. They brought her in the house, and he demanded "okay what's your name? How did you get here? why are you doing these things?" She glared at Joseph, mother, Michael, Janet, Randy and me, lifted her skirt, and in a deranged voice declared "My name is Pussy and I'm gonna give it to all of you! All of you! And I hate you! Because you're close to Michael!"
"what are you talking about?"
"I hate you!"she said looking at me."And I'm gonna make sure you don't live. God's gonna strike you dead!"
All the Jacksons love our fans. But not all gawkers and autograph seekers are harmless. Some are unstable, to say the least, and have some pretty bizarre ideas about their relationships to the Jacksons, Michael in particular. One ubiquitous woman told security,"Jesus sent me here for Michael. I belong with him." When she threatened to harm us if not allowed to see my brother, police arrested her and held her overnight. The next day she was back at the gates, pleading, crying, threatening.
While making their regular afternoon rounds, security guards found another woman sleeping on the couch in our home recording studio. Apparently she'd been living there undetected for days, subsisting on sweets and snacks from the adjacent Candy store. The police carted her off to a detention cell, but the next day -you guesses it- there she was again.
Not long after, Michael and I were watching videos in his bedroom, which is several stories high and has a balcony. Hearing a strange noise, we both glanced up the upper railing to see a figure peering down at us. It was her! As she descended the stairs, we both screamed, bolted to our feet, and ran for the exit in such panic that we got stuck in the doorway! It was like being in a Keystone Kops movie. Finally we squeezed past, rushed down the hall, locked ourselves in my room, and called security, who came and took her away again.
Another morning the entire family was awakened by a heavy crash! and ran outside to investigate. We saw a tiny young woman tramping along the perimeter of the swimming pool, shrieking at the top of her lungs and toppling these solid-marble statues it had taken four brawny men to move into place. When all the statues were lying on their sides, she commenced turning on the gas valves that feed the heating units in the pool, the jacuzzi and the glass lamps.
"I'm going to kill all of you!" she screamed hysterically. "every last one of you!"
My father managed to calm down the woman while waiting for security to arrive. They brought her in the house, and he demanded "okay what's your name? How did you get here? why are you doing these things?" She glared at Joseph, mother, Michael, Janet, Randy and me, lifted her skirt, and in a deranged voice declared "My name is Pussy and I'm gonna give it to all of you! All of you! And I hate you! Because you're close to Michael!"
"what are you talking about?"
"I hate you!"she said looking at me."And I'm gonna make sure you don't live. God's gonna strike you dead!"
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