Washington Post columnist Avis Thomas-Lester reminisces about her childhood love for the late Michael Jackson. Reading this article brings back some serious memories for those of us who remember when the Jackson 5 were dominating the music charts.
By Avis Thomas-Lester
Washington Post Staff Writer
Monday, July 6, 2009
If Michael Jackson had married me, none of this would have happened.
That was the plan, from way back in elementary school. I was going to graduate, become a world-famous model and actress, and marry Michael Jackson.
There were several scenarios as to how this would happen, most of them dreamed up as I lay on my pink bedspread with yellow, green and blue butterflies in Indianapolis, about 150 miles from his home town of Gary.
Like thousands of other girls, I fell in love with Michael listening to Jackson 5 45s and LPs, long before videos, CDs and DVDs. For women of my generation, loving Michael Jackson was a rite of passage. We first saw him on “The Ed Sullivan Show” or “American Bandstand” or on the pages of teen magazines like Right On! and 16. We fell in love with Michael before he became the world’s “Thriller,” when he was still chocolate brown and had a wide nose and a big Afro and belted out love songs in a voice that hadn’t yet changed.
We didn’t have videos, but we saw him every night in our dreams, where he sang to us the way a man sings to a woman he loves deep down in his soul.
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