*It has been five years since the passing of Michael Jackson and many, many stories of diverse natures have surfaced in the news since that fateful June 25, 2009. Now comes the new book, “Remember The Time: Protecting Michael Jackson In His Final Days,” written by Bill Whitfield and Javon Beard, who served as Jackson’s exclusive personal security team in the last 2-1/2 years of his life.
The two men were the only professionals with 24-7 access to the elusive star, and they bring a fresh perspective on life with Jackson – the father, the man behind the glove. Many of the experiences they share are supported by details so intricate and intriguing that they would be a challenge to the creative mind of even the best liars.
This book may well be the best gift ever to serious Jackson fans; many of whom are still struggling with the loss of the icon. It is they, who will most likely appreciate the many great stories that are told with no fanfare, just real – sometimes raw, often heartfelt sincerity; by two men who may have often had reasons to leave, but chose to stay out of loyalty to a family of three that they had grown to love.
But the stories in “Remember The Time: are not solely about Michael Jackson. What makes each one so compelling is how those who worked with, around, and for – all jockeying for his ear – are factored in. You will be sorely disappointed if you are expecting a book that talks about how great “The King of Pop” is…or not.
You will find no “King of Pop” here. In fact, any mention of that term is referred to as a “mode.” As in, “When he is in King of Pop mode.” And this happens closer to the end, after Jackson starts prepping for “This Is It.”
This book, is about a man named Michael Jackson…a completely different person. This man calls down to security to go to the store for more laundry detergent because “he ran out.” This man is pained because he has to ask someone to go to Walmart and buy his kids some cereal. He wants to do it his “damn self!” This man makes sure that he is at home each morning to have breakfast with his kids, no matter how late he stayed at the hotel with girlfriends, “Friend” and “Flower.”
The man in this book, listens almost exclusively to classical music in the car; he has no computer of his own, and only goes online to purchase from eBay. He doesn’t watch TV because he doesn’t care for the bullshit, instead, he’ll choose DVDs for him and his family. But boy does he love to unwind by shootin’ hoops…and he is even said to have a pretty decent jump shot.
As I said in the beginning, much has been written about the man we call, “The King of Pop.” But within the pages of this book, and the degree to which these two men choose to go in order to tell their story – as they say in some circles:
The shit just got real. Continue reading