The ‘post’ I was never going to write
I have a very hard time celebrating the life of a pedophile. When a child musters the courage to share what happened, you should applaud the child — not the molester. But I just finished watching the Michael Jackson memorial show that I wasn’t going to watch in the first place and then started to write the post that I was never going to write in the first place.
“Ever since I was born, Daddy has been the best father you could ever imagine. And I just wanted to say, I love him so much.”
For the record, I’m only writing this because of his daughter you know.
Most of my adult life, I have struggled with forgiveness when it comes to what my abuser did… and in the end, I have decided this. “It is not for me to judge but a higher power to do so. And so, I forgive you.”
Someone must have hurt my abuser, I am certain of it. And, I imagine someone hurt Michael too. I do not believe every child abuser has been abused but I imagine there is a huge number that are. Being abused does not justify new abuse. It is a choice you make. That being said, it is not for me to forgive Michael Jackson for what he did. That is for the child (or children) that he (may or may not have) abused. And, it is for Michael Jackson to be judged now, by God. I hope for those he hurt, a great peace. I hope for him, a great peace. And I hope for his daughter and sons, a great peace.
I’ve chosen a young picture of Michael to show. If I am going to put the post I promised myself I never would post, then I will at least do it on my conditions. I will show an image of a time when he was still innocent — when he was a genuine child. I do not want to stick a freaky picture of him, lost and confused as a man-child…
I hope you find that peace, that you have sought and fought hard for so long.