I woke up at The Melbourne Assessment prison in Unit 7 on June 25 2009, to the incredibly heart breaking news that Michael Jackson was dead. It hit me hard. I was a super fan of this man's music since a small child, and I followed his rise and “fall” obsessively until his overdose death in 2009.
Michael Jackson was many things. A once-in-a-generation performer. A songwriting and dance visionary who changed music forever. A deeply troubled man battling opioid addiction and his own demons. He was also weird, gloriously & unapologetically weird. But he was not a paedophile. He did not harm a single child. Not once. Not ever.
