Well, the trial is finally over and Jackson's a
free man, woman, or whatever he is these days. Despite the post-trial news
flashes that at least three jurors believe that he had sexual contact with
underage boys, Jackson is now at his Neverland ranch to be tried on those
charges Nevermore. Of course, a civil suit might be pending, but thanks to that
kid's mother they've lost the moral high ground and it would just appear to be a
moneygrab stunt. Which it might be. I'm certain that it's coming, though, and no
doubt we won't be spared an instant of The Trial, Part II.
I also just
love how the media covered the progression of Jackson's entourage from ranch to
courthouse. Akin to the anticipation of waiting for an empty Heinz ketchup
bottle to flow, the foot-by-foot media coverage was enough to give me a
double-dose Tagamet indigestion attack. The coverage on the return trip was even
worse, reminding me of the O. J. pursuit but without anything interesting
happenning at the end. At least Jackson could have danced on a car rooftop
again, or feigned another weak spell or back injury. Hey, he was walking on the
sidewalk -- shinsplints! Even a grab at a lame ankle would have been
something...
Getting back to the media for a moment, I'm amazed at all of
the inconsistencies and red herrings I've noticed in the coverage on Jackson.
Geraldo Rivera was a staunch supporter of Jackson but admitted on the air that
he'd never let his kids within a country mile of Neverland. Ditto for the
defense attorney. Sean Hannity was convinced that Jackson was going to burn in
Hell for all eternity, but five minutes after the verdict was read he was
totally off-course, going into a huge monologue of how the jury's findings prove
that white people aren't racist and how reverse discrimination needs to be
brought under control. Nothing like changing the topic to something volatile to
take the crow he was about to eat over the verdict and sweep it under the rug.
And, of course, all of the news channels had commentary and offered video
playback of the dramatic car rides all night long.
So, who are the final
losers in this trial? Well, the city lost money on the prosecution, the
prosecution itself just flat-out lost, and a lot of people across America and
the rest of the world lost a lot of time. And for me, I lost patience. Seeing
Jackson dressed up like a clown each day and hearing of his malady du jour just
gave me a pain that wouldn't go away. If all goes well, however, perhaps Jackson
will go away. His song
Beat It has had
its recent share of parodies, but it can now take on one more meaning. Goodbye,
Mikey. Please don't write. And you can take Elizabeth Taylor and the bones of
the Elephant Man with you. We don't need or want either one.