I implore each and every one of you to NOT watch HBO’s fictional film that they are trying to pass as a “documentary” titled “Leaving Neverland.” This propaganda hit piece is based on the falsified claims of molestation by the hands of Michael Jackson.
“#Leaving Neverland” depicts two guys fabricating tales of pedophilia that are very grotesque in nature. These men testified on behalf of MJ’s innocence, as adults I might add. One even testified in Michael Jackson’s 2005 trial, and vehemently denied ANY wrong doing by Michael Jackson when he was 22-years old! These two perjurers and liars are Wade Robson and Jimmy Safechuck.
Allow me to give you a rundown on these two scumbags and perjurers:
In 2011, Robson approached John Branca, co-executor of the Michael Jackson Estate, about directing the new Michael Jackson/Cirque du Soleil production, ONE. Robson admitted he wanted the job “badly,” but the Estate ultimately chose someone else for the position.
In 2012, Robson had a nervous breakdown, triggered, he said, by an obsessive quest for success. His career, in his own words, began to “crumble.”
That same year, with Robson’s career, finances, and marriage in peril, he began shopping a book that claimed he was sexually abused by Michael Jackson. No publisher picked it up.
In 2013, Robson filed a $1.5 billion dollar civil lawsuit/creditor’s claim, along with James Safechuck, who also spent time with Jackson in the late ‘80s. Safechuck claimed he only realized he may have been abused when Robson filed his lawsuit. That lawsuit was dismissed by a probate court in 2017.
In 2019, the Sundance Film Festival premiered a documentary based entirely on Robson and Safechuck’s allegations. While the documentary is obviously emotionally disturbing given the content, it presents no new evidence or witnesses. The film’s director, Dan Reed, acknowledged not wanting to interview other key figures because it might complicate or compromise the story he wanted to tell.
As outlined, they are in it for the money! How you going to make a film telling lies that the King of Pop touched your little wee-wee?! You guys have got to see right through these pieces of shit and understand that Michael Jackson is not the sicko here, two grown men fabricating tales of pedophilia is what’s sick!
While for some it is tempting It is tempting to lump Michael Jackson in the same conversation with R. Kelly and Bill Cosby, I am here to tell you all to stop that shit right now. The allegations surrounding Jackson largely faded over the past decade for a reason: unlike the Bill Cosby or R. Kelly cases, the more people looked into the Jackson allegations, the more the evidence vindicated him.
No fan of Michael Jackson is here to support the abuse of children! Many are parents themselves and as a collective they would not excuse abuse because they “like the music” or they “like the way he danced.” The facts are clear, MJ was NOT a child molester.
So after 26 years, a 10 year secret investigation by the FBI, which was released under the Freedom of Information Act, countless departmental investigations and two legal acquittals, MJ is on the stand once again, except this time one created by social media!
Ultimately we are given two options: we can believe our intelligence agencies and due process, or we can believe two proven liars, extortionists, and opportunists.
I’ve included a link to the FBI files on MJ from their website, and a YouTube video that REALLY knocks it out of the park (warning: harsh language).
https://vault.fbi.gov/Michael%20Jackson
Michael Jackson (1958-2009) was a famous singer and entertainer. Between 1993 and 1994 and separately between 2004 and 2005, Jackson was inv
Recent allegations against the pop icon are disturbing. But do they hold up to scrutiny?
What A LOT of people forget or don’t know, including MJ Fans, is that California’s stature of limitation allowed the ‘93 settlement and “evidence” in the 2005 trial. Jordie was conveniently out of the country. Jordie’s mom testified in the trial where Tom Mesereau ripped her apart. We learned in that 2005 trial that she hadn’t even spoken to her son for 11 years up to that point. We also learned that Jordie emancipated himself from his parents and had he showed up, Tom Mesereau had 7 witnesses on standby to testify how Jordy admitted to them that his parents forced him to lie, which is why he emancipated himself from them.
Then there is a lesser known 2 million dollar settlement about tickling that was allowed to enter the 2005 trial as well. The accuser actually did show up to that trial and again was ripped the fuck apart and told 4 different stories in less than an hour while on the stand. Judge Melville even considered charging the accuser right then and there with perjury!
In MJ’s absence, his insurance company negotiated and paid both the settlement, over the protests of Michael and his personal legal counsel. Keep in mind that he was in the middle of a tour making everyone involved with that tour MILLIONS of dollars!
On verdict day when “Not Guilty” was read 14 consecutive times vindicating MJ of ALL charges, that “Not Guilty,” completely exonerated Michael Jackson for the Jordie settlement, the “tickling” settlement, and Gavin Arvizo’s fabrications!
WITH ALL THE MADNESS surrounding Leaving Neverland—the so-called ‘documentary’ in which two admitted serial liars portray deceased po
** Systemic Racism Against Michael Jackson**
“This is America.
Black man vindicated in court. Vindicated by the FBI. Vindicated by two investigations. Vindicated by hundreds of witnesses.
Two white men change their stories after twenty years. Claim they lied under oath. Seek lots of money.
Any guess who America believes?”
Joe Vogel recently asked this question. Guys this is what systemic racism is!! Michael Jackson has been a victim of systemic racism for decades. From MTV not wanting to originally play his videos to the media referring to him as “Wacko Jacko.”
The term “Jacko,” didn’t arise out of a vacuum, and certainly wasn’t meant a term of endearment. The very term is rooted in racism. “Jacko Macacco” was the name of a famous monkey used in monkey-baiting matches at the Westminster Pit in London in the early 1820s. “Jacco” was Cockney slang to refer to monkeys in general.
Furthermore, in the United States, blacks use to be referred to as Jackos when whites would claim that you could only see the eyes and teeth of a black person at night. Next time you see news printed calling Michael Jackson “Jacko” or “Wacko Jacko,” call them out on their racism.
So when did they start calling Michael Jackson a “Jacko?” in 1985 when he bought the ATV/Beatles catalog.
“But Andrew, Michael is dead now.”
Correct, and in death he is out earning ALL of their heroes and has since the day of his death.
“But why this bogus film, “Leaving Neverland,” why now?
Michael is being used as a scapegoat and headline grabber to keep attention off Harvey Weinstein who is slated to appear in court the week of the release of the documentary. Dan Reed who directed “Leaving Neverland” is Weinstein’s ace in the hole! They are buddies and have been forever!
Our motive is NOT to silence real abuse victims. Please don’t misunderstand us.
A culture of victim-shaming/silencing has taken decades to reverse. We want ALL genuine victims to be heard.
When 2 men have been proven to be taking advantage of the current #MeToo sentiment in hopes of a payout from a dead man’s estate, we can not stand for that either.
Believe in due process. believe in our intelligence agencies. Believe that facts don’t lie, people do. In this case, those people are Wade Robson and Jimmy Safechuck! Ask yourselves if this film would exist if Michael was alive? The answer is a resounding “no!” Why? Because
there are currently no laws protecting the deceased from defamation. That includes me, you, and #MichaelJackson. Just think, these two perjurers could have been looking dead in the camera and telling the same lies about YOU!
I was a boy in Michael Jackson’s life, and nothing of what he’s being accused of in this documentary happened…
I wanted to write and post this before Leaving Neverland premiered at Sundance last Friday. After all, I had a close relationship with Michael Jackson growing up and nothing of what he continues to be accused of has ever happened to me. I decided to wait because I was curious to see if the film would get any wings considering Wade Robson’s volatile and unsuccessful claims against Michael Jackson in the past. Sure, let him tell his story again. Truth and justice will prevail as they have. Soon after it premiered, I quickly Googled “leaving neverland” to discover news articles stating that the four-hour documentary received a standing ovation. In disbelief, I searched the hashtag on Instagram to see Story footage from the theater and there they were — Wade Robson, James Safechuck and the film’s director Dan Reed — on stage in front of an applauding audience at their feet. I’m not sure if the audience was doing so because they were perceived as survivors making a public appearance, or if the film was actually good in their eyes, or both; but all I could think about was that their strategy, unfortunately, worked.
Raising awareness about child abuse and providing a safe community for others to speak their truth is vital, but using Michael Jackson as a vehicle to do so is simply wrong. In order for any story to be valid, there has to be an element of trust and I do not trust the people associated with this film. Let’s be clear: Michael Jackson showed up. He faced public interviews, he answered difficult-to-stomach questions, he agreed to interrogative documentaries, he withstood a 10-year FBI investigation, and he appeared in an eighteen-month criminal trial until he was acquitted having been found not guilty on all fourteen child molestation and abuse-related accounts. The fact that twelve years of criminal investigations and government legal proceedings can be completely overruled by the media due to a manipulation of the same stories once told before by a select few, especially by those who were initially on the defense, is deeply concerning. Maybe even horrifying.
I haven’t seen the documentary, but it “focuses on two men… who allege they were sexually abused by the pop star Michael Jackson as children” (Wikipedia). Everyone is entitled to his/her/their story and I believe that each story should be told in truth to the best of his/her/their ability, but my issue with Leaving Neverland is the heavy reliance on one side, especially when that one side is comprised of only two people. On top of it all, those two people happen to know each other. So what we have is a product comprised of two acquaintances’ stories who were in Michael’s life as boys that has been glorified in a 236-minute documentary. Remember that the film would mark Robson’s second attempt to tell his story. He told the same, truncated version of his story publicly in 2013 and simultaneously filed suit against the Michael Jackson Estate, which the court later dismissed. This was eight years after he testified twice under oath explicitly stating that Michael did nothing wrong during a criminal trial in which the jury delivered a verdict of not guilty. It’s clear that this film’s intention is to position Michael as a child predator, but I find that the entire Leaving Neverland saga is really, in turn, a predation on a man of power and wealth now almost 10 years dead and thereby defenseless.
I was part of Michael’s life from the day I was born in 1987 until 2001. The last time I was literally close to him was backstage at the Staples Center when his casket wheeled past me. I knew him well because my mother, Janet Zeitoun, his sole hairstylist during the time, knew him even better. One could say that they might as well have been siblings. In fact, my mother was one of the few non-family members invited to the private memorial service at the cemetery hours before the public one in Downtown LA. Michael felt so comfortable with my mother because she made him laugh unlike anyone else, let alone the fact that she’s incredible at her craft. Michael even said in writing that she’s the “Michelangelo of hair.”
From the 80s, 90s and early 2000s, my mother has been around the globe with Michael. She’s been by his side doing his hair on sets, in dressing rooms, backstage at his concerts, at his home, on planes, in hotel rooms, in cars, and yes, even at Neverland. When my mom was pregnant with me in ‘86, Michael told her that she’d be having a boy; and on the day of my birth, Michael sent a limo to our home filled with gifts. And from then on, my single, hard-working mother who wanted to spend as much time with me as she could often brought me to work with her. So I grew up on the sets of Michael’s music videos, I played with my toys on the floor of his dressing rooms, and he sometimes came over to our house to get his hair done. As I got a bit older and could walk on my own two feet, I became the boy responsible for making sure Michael got candy in between some of his concert rehearsal sets. Michael would make everyone stop and patiently wait for me to wobble my way on stage to him. I even remember singing “I Just Can’t Wait to be King” to him in his trailer (so embarrassing!) but he gave me his undivided attention and smiled. I went to Neverland, several times of which Michael was there and he gave us the full tour of his home. I remember my favorite golf cart to get around had a Peter Pan emblem on it. I remember his movie theater concession stand being filled with candy that you could go behind the counter and take to watch whatever movie you wanted. I remember riding the big steam engine train that would take you from one end of the ranch to the other. I remember a big pot-bellied pig named Petunia and that I could name a newborn deer and rabbit. I chose Cuddie and Thumper, respectively; original, I know, but Michael loved the names.
Unlike Robson or Safechuck, I wasn’t in the public eye with Michael. The only sort of public thing that happened was him publishing a photo of us in the centerfold of his 1995 tour book. Fourteen years later, the caretaker of his children recognized me backstage at the Staples Center during his memorial service and told me that the photograph was one of Michael’s favorites, and at the time in 2009 was still framed on his grand piano in Neverland.I remember leaving Neverland a happy kid who couldn’t wait to go back.
I remember telling my mom that I wanted to have another birthday party there or that I wanted to hang out with Michael again at the ranch. The bulk of my experience with Michael was during the 90s right when the FBI investigation began on account of child molestation allegations. Knowing that this was happening and that these charges were set against him, I don’t think my protective and well-aware mother would’ve allowed me to continue hanging around Michael or head up to Neverland had she not trusted him.
I firmly believe Michael did no wrong. You don’t have to take my word for it, though; know that his truth was proven in a court of law. The stories being presented in Leaving Neverland are incredibly one-sided. This film is merely the Wade Robson & James Safechuck Story because I, too, remember leaving Neverland, as does my mother, and as do many people in his life who’d be glad to have a say in a film so generically titled; now wrongfully entitled to depict Michael’s life and his misunderstood relationship with children. Any credible director of a documentary seeking truth on the matter would do his/her/their due diligence and present the full story from a carefully chosen and meaningful variety of sources. With four hours of film time to spare, I’m sure there could have been room. This is why I’m deeply disappointed in HBO and Channel 4 UK for picking it up with plans to air it later this spring. The networks snagged a falsity and will be responsible for disseminating a poorly researched film based on the highly skewed opinions of a select few that many of its subscribers will conclude as true.
Leaving Neverland is connecting because Robson and Safechuck’s well-acted stories are similar to those of true survivors watching the film. It’s a smart, yet corrupt way to capitalize on an entire community’s vulnerabilities. It’s also connecting because their stories are bolstered with a compelling medium to tell them as well as an accredited establishment like Sundance to premiere it. It’s riding the wave of an important #MeToo and #TimesUp movement, and it poorly validates a shortsighted equation that many people think they already have the answer to: Michael Jackson plus always being around children must equal child molester. The result? A byproduct of lies smeared with a thin layer of credibility intended to enrage the general media and side with self-proclaimed victims. And because the people behind these forms of media have a following (or not), perhaps they’re employed by some “greater” masthead and their information is muffled with journalists who actually seek the truth, the general population slowly becomes convinced, valuing information by ease of access which has really been served to them by algorithms designed to showcase what individuals only want to see. This is where destruction escalates. This is where the snowball gains its mass. This is why I’m stepping in with my story now.
I urge you to make it your undying responsibility to seek truth and acknowledge all sides in your consumption of how Michael is being depicted in this film. The capitalization of circumstance, divisive use of content and manipulation of media — all combined with rising false senses of entitlement — can quickly nullify a verdict and forever challenge truth to favor the other. This is the loophole with our digital ecosystem that actually determines one’s fate and this is the precise mechanism Leaving Neverland is using, especially when money is at stake. It will ultimately destroy his family, defame his legacy and eradicate his artistry. If you think this little loophole won’t take it that far, well, for starters: it’s already killed Michael Jackson.
Michael signed a letter to me on Neverland letterhead once. It read: “from your protective and older brother, Michael Jackson.” Now I find it my turn to protect him by telling my story because I solemnly swear that this kind-hearted, genius-of-a-man is innocent. I probably would have known otherwise. - Talun Zeitoun
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