Superstar, Michael Jackson, murdered his father Joe Jackson on the eve of Christmas, 1979. What drove him to commit such a passionate, heinous crime? Money? Greed? Fame? Th Jacksons and their reputation are sent into a spiral.
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12/24/79
The people of South Central extended their arms over a barricade, reaching their hands and wiggling their fingers for candy canes, but mostly to graze their fingers against a Jackson's. Joe Jackson fronted philanthropy for as long as the Jacksons had been in the music industry. Just because he wanted his sons' faces to be on the cover of anything good.
ABC7 rushed down to the scene. People of all ages were lined up down the streets with coats on. Some people brought old vinyls, some held small children on their hips, some argued about their placing in the long line. People in their cars slowed as they cruised down the street and rolled their windows down enough to peep through at the crowd.
Most of the people that showed up only came because someone had given them a call or sprinted to their house to tell them about the Jacksons giving out free candy. Some even twisted it, saying they were giving free money and cars, and signing people to an imaginary label on the spot.
The event was held at an old and abandoned shopping mart. You could see the empty store through the large windows. The Jacksons were right in front of the sidewalk that had hints of dirty snow and spalling.
Michael and his brothers wore a Santa Claus hat and were surrounded with security. Michael had Randy at his left and Marlon at his right. He smiled at everyone that he came across, even though his face had begun to freeze from the cold air and his fingers became stiffened in his bag full of candy canes.
"Merry Christmas." All of them repeated with each candy cane given.
A news reporter went to a random man and asked him how they felt about the Jacksons' trip to South Central.
The man smiled at the camera with his arms crossed. The reporter held the fuzzy microphone in front of him. Other people popped their heads into the frame like hedgehogs; an attempt at being acknowledged. "Well, I feel like it's very humane of the Jacksons to come out here and give all the kids candy and stuff. It shows that somebody's thinkin' bout us."
"Shoot, they might go to Compton next!" A random man shouted feet away from the camera.
"There you have it. The residents of South Central are nothing but grateful and ecstatic about the visit. As you can see over there," The camera panned towards the Jacksons, "They're ecstatic as well. Especially Michael. He has everything to be ecstatic about. He's had a fantastic career since he was ten years old. Recently, he released a very successful solo album and it's been stuck on the charts."
Joseph stood a few feet down from them. He didn't hand out any candy and definitely wasn't giving a smile for nothing. His eyes jumped between his sons, monitoring their effort. He paid attention to Michael the most.
"We don't got enough candy canes, Joseph." Marlon shouted across the chatter.
