Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown: Remembering Michael Jackson
Sean Murphy
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I grew up with the Jacksons also. Michael would have been my younger sister’s age. You are the first to treat him with any degree of sympathy. As I’ve often pointed out to others, if they had watched him grow from tiny child to tortured adult, their opinions would be different.

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