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Book by Crystal Cartier
Curse of the Vendetta" Horror Trilogy
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Women
Ripping into Janet
& Waiting for Michael to Do
Right
By Crystal Cartier I might add, white women are having a ball
ripping into Janet Jackson like a school of vicious piranha
& sharks. It is the white women that are driving this
smear campaign being waged solely against poor Janet.
"Poor" Janet because she is caught up in the lair of
Satan that is the music industry and for a moment she forgot
that she is quite simply a Black woman . . . with all the
limitations & protocols that label entails . . . rich or
not. She is not MaDonna
nor Brittany Spears. She is not even the African
animalistic object d'art that is Grace Jones.
While white men have always enjoyed
sleeping with Black women. Janet Jackson is a gifted,
beautiful Black woman (that any man Black to White would proudly
lavish, display & take home to his mother). Janet had
been elevated to the status of Diva and Black royalty, but type
cast as a sex symbol that should have had the sensibility to
know how far to go before backing off/mellowing out and aging
gracefully with the dignity befitting a Black Princess turned
Queen Diva. Hence jealous white women are finally getting
a chance to cut that Black Bitch back down to size.
Putting her back into "her place," so to speak.
Yes, Janet Jackson forgot "her place."
Janet Jackson's place . . . at her age . . . with all her
accomplishments . . . should
be as a Queen Diva teaching, reaching & leading young people
. . . especially young Black women . .
. to a better way of life . . . a better form of behavior
& dressing . . . by example. She should have looked to
Queen Diva's like Lena Horne, Diana Ross, Tina Turner, Gladys
Knight, Natalie Cole, Patti LaBelle, & Oprah as role models
. . . then taken their examples a step farther while still being
young & popular enough to effectively influence young women
& the decadent music industry. It breaks my heart that
there was no one close enuf to her to better guide her choices.
Worse it breaks my heart that she allowed/encouraged some young
white punk to publicly disrespect her and scandalize her name.
I would have beat him across that stage with anything I could
get my hands on. But she couldn't because she'd planned
the move that went so wrong out of desperation to compete with
Brittany & MaDonna, etc. . . . The sad part is that
she didn't even realize that she already outclassed them.
All she had to do was keep "singing" & take her
career to the next level of evolution respective to her age.
She could have accomplished so much more. But she was
blinded by the lights of Hollywood/Babylon that dictates no room
for modesty or aging in its ranks of top dollar PlayBoy Bunny
whores on display. Top Dollar being the operative phrase.
Halle Berry is next.
Unfortunately, Janet is trying to stay in a category she should
gracefully abandon but she's addicted to the money &
glorious attention it brings. White America's heartthrob
Justin Timberlake in an instant (probably quite unintentionally)
has reduced her to the slimy ranks of her pitifully used sister
LaToya. What a thin line there was dividing the two.
Now both have been irreparably soiled by white men & happily
publicly denigrated/re-niggerated by white women. Sadly,
like a beautiful moth drawn to the flame, Janet was seduced into
doing it to herself.
I pity her and I encourage her to move on & hold her head
high no matter what. Only she can reach deep inside
herself and find the strength to turn this thing around and put
it into proper perspective.
I've been there . . . sort of. On Feb 14, 1994 I was
similarly publicly humiliated on the front page of every
newspaper & TV around the world for wearing a Black leather
dress & jacket that revealed mere cleavage to court on the
day that Michael Jackson appeared during my copyright
infringement case for "Dangerous."
My rationale was to look like an entertainer & not be
upstaged on my own turf (Denver) on that special day as opposed
to the frumpy Sunday school teacher I'd appeared to be
throughout the trial. I should have stuck with the humble
frumpy image because the press used the outcry of Black woman
baring cleavage to unjustly throw copyright law right out the
window.
The public was so star struck by MJ and misdirected by the
negative press that no one cared about the facts of the case or
the gross miscarriage of justice that gave Jackson the victory.
They didn't care that the two songs are so similar that when
played simultaneously we're singing a duet. Nor that I had
officially filed for copyrights a year before MJ who didn't get
copyrights until after I'd filed suit against him.
Nor did they care that he sat there also
inappropriately dressed (for court) wearing more makeup than I.
Nor did they care that the ruling judge's son was such a big fan
that he'd ditched school that day just to meet (illegally) with
Jackson in his father's chamber's minutes before the trial.
No one cared about justice.
All they focused on was my cleavage &
Michael's celebrity status. Even when I appeared on the
Geraldo show later that month, he got angry because I wouldn't
wear the offending dress unless allowed to perform the song.
Yet the music expert a formidable producer and the entire
audience agreed that the songs were too closely the same to be a
coincidence.
I didn't have Janet's resources. I wasn't able to defend
myself. I was a nobody trying to become somebody to help
everybody but nobody cared. I literally gave them the
stick to beat the hell of me when I wore that dress to court.
But if it hadn't been the dress they would have found something
else. So c'est la vie! Life goes on. I'm
willing to forgive.
But I'll never forget and as Whoopie
Goldberg so eloquently stated in the Color Purple—nothing he touches is going to prosper (or has
prospered) until Michael Jackson does right by me."
Someday... some way . . . I'm still waiting Michael.
* * * * * Available on CD Love Story: Act One / www.cdbaby.com/ccartier
updated 9 April 2008 |
