They Are Someone’s Child Too
Do their family deserve what they have to endure?
I was watching a documentary on Neverland, learning the dark secret of what lies beyond the gate of the former King of Pop’s house.
I listened to the story as it unraveled from the mouth of a former Neverland maid.
I listened while I got ready to go out to meet my friend. Words flowed into my ears as I put my make up on.
I wasn’t really paying attention.
Not until I heard the voice of Michael Jackson’s mother regaling the night her son was found overdose.
She was describing that fateful night. Telling the interviewer how she was contacted regarding what had happened, how she went to the hospital, trying to find out what had happened and it wasn’t until about 10–15 minutes later after she arrived that someone informed her that her son was no more.
She told the interviewer that she couldn’t remember what happened then because she was overcame — washed — with grief.
The story itself was probably only a few minutes long.
But something in me shifted.
She was pursing her lips, pausing to probably deal with the emotion of recalling what might be the worst night in her life. Her voice trembled as words left her mouth. I could see that she was trying to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from the corner of her eyes.
I know because I saw my father did the same thing in my mother’s funeral.
At that moment, I couldn’t help but felt deeply for this woman.
Her child had been accused with a heinous crime. Regardless of the tale being true or not, (I’m not going to share my opinion on this matter because I think it’s irrelevant), here is a mother who has lost a child.
How could I not empathize when my own grandmother had lost 2 of her own?
I couldn’t help but also think of Robert Murat, the man who had been the first suspect in the disappearance of Madeleine McCann case.
Call me naive but here’s a man who had the best intention at heart, simply wanting to help, when suddenly he was being accused of a serious crime without a clear evidence.
Allegations were made and even after his name was cleared from all the accusations, the damage had been done.
Murat’s mother gave a short statement regarding the allegation, pointing out how her son had been wrongly accused and how it has haunted both of them ever since.
Throughout the whole incidents, did anyone pause to think about these poor women?
One lost her child to drugs while the other had to endure endless accusations alongside her child.
My heart goes out to the family of the victims. They, after all, are the one who suffer the most.
Who though, would be the one who think about the family of the perpetrators?
They didn’t ask for this to happen to them.
Watching the documentaries of both Michael Jackson and the disappearance of Madeleine McCann, I couldn’t help but judged and make assumptions at first.
I couldn’t help but realize how easy it is for us to speculate. We are outsiders, looking inside.
God knows what the family of both the victims and the perpetrators have to go through.
Every word that comes out of my mouth when I speculate about certain cases, has direct impact not only on people’s perception on the suspects but also on the family of the suspects.
Our words, no matter how inconsequential we think they are, have bearings on other people’s lives, directly or indirectly.
I made a decision then.
I will be more careful when I discuss this kind of cases with other people.