Latoya Jackson Pays Tribute To Michael
Latoya Jackson has always been, and will always be, one of the loopiest women to walk the Earth. She is part of the Jackson family after all, so craziness is her birthright, but she consistently redefines crazy with her own brand of low self-esteem and color issues, nutty declarations and press releases, and of course, the delusions of grandeur that must be necessary for her to have released TEN studio albums. The latest bead in this devil’s rosary – “Home,” a song paying tribute to Michael Jackson with proceeds going to his favorite charity. I know the woman is grieving and all, but this is just…well…watch for yourself and let’s discuss.
First of all, since when was Latoya biracial as a child? Her hair never did and never will look like that, so why are we being subjected to her octoroon fantasies? This must be her fantasyland because there were no such rolling meadows or treehouses in Gary, Indiana. Speaking of that treehouse, why must she pop her little head through the bottom of it like that (2:06) and is that her poetry/journal/song book that she’s leafing through wistfully at 2:48? I want to chalk these bad artistic decisions up to her grief but aside from never having made any good artistic decisions, this mess has nothing to do with Michael. Where is the little biracial boy playing Michael, hunh? Where? The least they could have done is splice in a photo montage or something. Meanwhile, the song itself isn’t too bad, but unfortunately the lyrics demonstrate her delusions – “Parted by the fame we grew to only know.” WE? What do you mean “we,” paleface? And yes I do notice the ridiculous lighting meant to camouflage her aging plastic-y face that makes her look 3 shades lighter. When discussing this with a friend of mine he suggested that CNN do a version of Black In America just looking at Latoya and using her existence to explain the ill-effects that slavery and Jim Crow continue to have on black folks. I agree – much like it took a Kennedy to create The Special Olympics, only a Jackson can show them. And as always her singing voice sounds like air leaking out of a Whoopie Cushion. Latoya, boo, you don’t have musical (or dance) talent. I know its a hard pill to swallow but please accept it and stop trying to revive your sad little career using your brother’s memory and butchered versions of his dance moves from the waist up like that! I am just so disgusted.