Today in Michael Jackson HIStory: Oxford Heal The Kids Lecture
Thank you, thank you dear friends, from the bottom of my heart,
for such a loving and spirited welcome, and thank you, Mr. President,
for your kind invitation to me, which I am so honored, to accept. I
also want to express a special thanks to you Shmuley, who for 11 years
served as Rabbi here at Oxford. You and I have been working so hard to
form Heal the Kids, as well as writing our book about childlike
qualities, and in all of our efforts you have been such a supportive
and loving friend. And I would also like to thank Toba Friedman, our
director of operations at Heal the Kids, who is returning tonight to
the alma mater where she served as a Marshall scholar, as well as
Marilyn Piels, another central member of our Heal the Kids team.
I am humbled
to be lecturing in a place that has previously been filled by such
notable figures as Mother Theresa, Albert Einstein, Ronald Reagan,
Robert Kennedy and Malcolm X. I’ve even heard that Kermit the Frog has
made an appearance here, and I’ve always felt a kinship with Kermit’s
message that it’s not easy being green. I’m sure he didn’t find it any
easier being up here than I do!
As I looked
around Oxford today, I couldn’t help but be aware of the majesty and
grandeur of this great institution, not to mention the brilliance of
the great and gifted minds that have roamed these streets for
centuries. The walls of Oxford have not only housed the greatest
philosophical and scientific geniuses – they have also ushered forth
some of the most cherished creators of children’s literature, from
J.R.R. Tolkien to CS Lewis. Today I was allowed to hobble into the
dining hall in Christ Church to see Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland
immortalized in the stained glass windows. And even one of my own
fellow Americans, the beloved Dr Seuss graced these halls and then went
on to leave his mark on the imaginations of millions of children
throughout the world.
I suppose I
should start by listing my qualifications to speak before you this
evening. Friends, I do not claim to have the academic expertise of
other speakers who have addressed this hall, just as they could lay
little claim at being adept at the moonwalk – and you know, Einstein in
particular was really TERRIBLE at that.
But I do have
a claim to having experienced more places and cultures than most people
will ever see. Human knowledge consists not only of libraries of
parchment and ink – it is also comprised of the volumes of knowledge
that are written on the human heart, chiseled on the human soul, and
engraved on the human psyche. And friends, I have encountered so much
in this relatively short life of mine that I still cannot believe I am
only 42. I often tell Shmuley that in soul years I’m sure that I’m at
least 80 – and tonight I even walk like I’m 80! So please harken to my
message, because what I have to tell you tonight can bring healing to
humanity and healing to our planet.
grace of God, I have been fortunate to have achieved many of my
artistic and professional aspirations realized early in my lifetime.
But these friends, are accomplishments, and accomplishments alone are
not synonymous with who I am. Indeed, the cheery five-year-old who
belted out Rockin’ Robin and Ben to adoring crowds was not indicative
of the boy behind the smile.
come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway),
and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows
what it means to be children.
All of us are
products of our childhood. But I am the product of a lack of a
childhood, an absence of that precious and wondrous age when we frolic
playfully without a care in the world, basking in the adoration of
parents and relatives, where our biggest concern is studying for that
big spelling test come Monday morning.
Those of you
who are familiar with the Jackson Five know that I began performing at
the tender age of five and that ever since then, I haven’t stopped
dancing or singing. But while performing and making music undoubtedly
remain as some of my greatest joys, when I was young I wanted more than
anything else to be a typical little boy. I wanted to build tree
houses, have water balloon fights, and play hide and seek with my
friends. But fate had it otherwise and all I could do was envy the
laughter and playtime that seemed to be going on all around me.
There was no
respite from my professional life. But on Sundays I would go
Pioneering, the term used for the missionary work that Jehovah’s
Witnesses do. And it was then that I was able to see the magic of other
Since I was
already a celebrity, I would have to don a disguise of fat suit, wig,
beard and glasses and we would spend the day in the suburbs of Southern
California, going door-to-door or making the rounds of shopping malls,
distributing our Watchtower magazine. I loved to set foot in all those
regular suburban houses and catch sight of the shag rugs and La-Z-Boy
armchairs with kids playing Monopoly and grandmas baby-sitting and all
those wonderful, ordinary and starry scenes of everyday life. Many, I
know, would argue that these things seem like no big deal. But to me
they were mesmerizing.
I used to
think that I was unique in feeling that I was without a childhood. I
believed that indeed there were only a handful with whom I could share
those feelings. When I recently met with Shirley Temple Black, the
great child star of the 1930s, and 40s, we said nothing to each other
at first; we simply cried together, for she could share a pain with me
that only others like my close friends Elizabeth Taylor and McCauley
I do not tell
you this to gain your sympathy but to impress upon you my first
important point: It is not just Hollywood child stars that have
suffered from a non-existent childhood. Today, it’s a universal
calamity, a global catastrophe. Childhood has become the great casualty
of modern-day living. All around us we are producing scores of kids who
have not had the joy, who have not been accorded the right, who have
not been allowed the freedom, or knowing what it’s like to be a kid.
are constantly encouraged to grow up faster, as if this period known as
childhood is a burdensome stage, to be endured and ushered through, as
swiftly as possible. And on that subject, I am certainly one of the
world’s greatest experts.
Ours is a
generation that has witnessed the abrogation of the parent-child
covenant. Psychologists are publishing libraries of books detailing the
destructive effects of denying one’s children the unconditional love
that is so necessary to the healthy development of their minds and
character. And because of all the neglect, too many of our kids have,
essentially, to raise themselves. They are growing more distant from
their parents, grandparents and other family members, as all around us
the indestructible bond that once glued together the generations,
has bred a new generation; Generation O let us call it, that has now
picked up the torch from Generation X. The O stands for a generation
that has everything on the outside – wealth, success, fancy clothing,
and fancy cars, but an aching emptiness on the inside. That cavity in
our chests, that barrenness at our core, that void in our center is the
place where the heart once beat and which love once occupied.
And it’s not
just the kids who are suffering. It’s the parents as well. For the more
we cultivate little-adults in kids’-bodies, the more removed we
ourselves become from our own child-like qualities, and there is so
much about being a child that is worth retaining in adult life.
and gentlemen, is the human family’s most precious legacy, its richest
bequest, its golden inheritance. And it is a treasure that is handed
down from one generation to another. Previous ages may not have had the
wealth we enjoy. Their houses may have lacked electricity, and they
squeezed their many kids into small homes without central heating. But
those homes had no darkness, nor were they cold. They were lit bright
with the glow of love and they were warmed snugly by the very heat of
the human heart. Parents, undistracted by the lust for luxury and
status, accorded their children primacy in their lives.
As you all
know, our two countries broke from each other over what Thomas
Jefferson referred to as “certain inalienable rights”. And while we
Americans and British might dispute the justice of his claims, what has
never been in dispute is that children have certain inalienable rights,
and the gradual erosion of those rights has led to scores of children
worldwide being denied the joys and security of childhood.
therefore like to propose tonight that we install in every home a
Children’s Universal Bill of Rights, the tenets of which are:
1. The right to be loved without having to earn it
2. The right to be protected, without having to deserve it
3. The right to feel valuable, even if you came into the world with nothing
4. The right to be listened to without having to be interesting
5. The right to be read a bedtime story, without having to compete with the evening news
6. The right to an education without having to dodge bullets at schools
7. The right to be thought of as adorable – (even if you have a face that only a mother could love).
foundation of all human knowledge, the beginning of human
consciousness, must be that each and every one of us is an object of
love. Before you know if you have red hair or brown, before you know if
you are black or white, before you know of what religion you are a
part, you have to know that you are loved.
years ago, when I was just about to start my Bad tour, a little boy
came with his parents to visit me at home in California. He was dying
of cancer and he told me how much he loved my music and me. His parents
told me that he wasn’t going to live, that any day he could just go,
and I said to him: “Look, I am going to be coming to your town in
Kansas to open my tour in three months. I want you to come to the show.
I am going to give you this jacket that I wore in one of my videos.”
His eyes lit up and he said: “You are gonna GIVE it to me?” I said
“Yeah, but you have to promise that you will wear it to the show.” I
was trying to make him hold on. I said: “When you come to the show I
want to see you in this jacket and in this glove” and I gave him one of
my rhinestone gloves – and I never usually give the rhinestone gloves
away. And he was just in heaven.
But maybe he
was too close to heaven, because when I came to his town, he had
already died, and they had buried him in the glove and jacket. He was
just 10 years old. God knows, I know, that he tried his best to hold
on. But at least when he died, he knew that he was loved, not only by
his parents, but even by me, a near stranger, I also loved him. And
with all of that love he knew that he didn’t come into this world
alone, and he certainly didn’t leave it alone.
If you enter
this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the
same, then everything that happens in between can he dealt with. A
professor may degrade you, but you will not feel degraded, a boss may
crush you, but you will not be crushed, a corporate gladiator might
vanquish you, but you will still triumph. How could any of them truly
prevail in pulling you down? For you know that you are an object worthy
of love. The rest is just packaging.
But if you
don’t have that memory of being loved, you are condemned to search the
world for something to fill you up. But no matter how much money you
make or how famous you become, you will still fell empty. What you are
really searching for is unconditional love, unqualified acceptance. And
that was the one thing that was denied to you at birth.
me paint a picture for you. Here is a typical day in America – six
youths under the age of 20 will commit suicide, 12 children under the
age of 20 will die from firearms – remember this is a DAY, not a year –
399 kids will be arrested for drug abuse, 1,352 babies will be born to
teen mothers. This is happening in one of the richest, most developed
countries in the history of the world.
Yes, in my
country there is an epidemic of violence that parallels no other
industrialized nation. These are the ways young people in America
express their hurt and their anger. But don’t think that there is not
the same pain and anguish among their counterparts in the United
Kingdom. Studies in this country show that every single hour, three
teenagers in the UK inflict harm upon themselves, often by cutting or
burning their bodies or taking an overdose. This is how they have
chosen to cope with the pain of neglect and emotional agony.
In Britain, as
many as 20% of families will only sit down and have dinner together
once a year. Once a year! And what about the time-honored tradition of
reading your kid a bedtime story? Research from the 1980s showed that
children who are read to, had far greater literacy and significantly
outperformed their peers at school. And yet, less than 33% of British
children ages two to eight have a regular bedtime story read to them.
You may not think much of that until you take into account that 75% of
their parents DID have that bedtime story when they were that age.
Clearly, we do
not have to ask ourselves where all of this pain, anger, and violent
behavior comes from. It is self-evident that children are thundering
against the neglect, quaking against the indifference and crying out
just to be noticed. The various child protection agencies in the US say
that millions of children are victims of maltreatment in the form of
neglect, in the average year. Yes, neglect. In rich homes, privileged
homes, wired to the hilt with every electronic gadget. Homes where
parents come home, but they’re not really home, because their heads are
still at the office. And their kids? Well, their kids just make do with
whatever emotional crumbs they get. And you don’t get much from endless
TV, computer games, and videos.
cold numbers which for me, wrench the soul and shake the spirit, should
indicate to you why I have devoted so much of my time and resources
into making our new Heal the Kids initiative a colossal success.
Our goal is
simple – to recreate the parent/child bond, renew its promise and light
the way forward for all the beautiful children who are destined one day
to walk this earth.
But since this
is my first public lecture, and you have so warmly welcomed me into
your hearts, I feel that I want to tell you more. We each have our own
story, and in that sense statistics can become personal.
They say that
parenting is like dancing. You take one step, your child takes another.
I have discovered that getting parents to re-dedicate themselves to
their children is only half the story. The other half is preparing the
children to re-accept their parents.
When I was
very young I remember that we had this crazy mutt of a dog named “Black
Girl,” a mix of wolf and retriever. Not only wasn’t she much of a guard
dog, she was such a scared and nervous thing that it is a wonder she
did not pass out every time a truck rumbled by, or a thunderstorm swept
through Indiana. My sister Janet and I gave that dog so much love, but
we never really won back the sense of trust that had been stolen from
her by her previous owner. We knew he used to beat her. We didn’t know
with what. But whatever it was, it was enough to suck the spirit right
out of that dog.
A lot of kids
today are hurt puppies who have weaned themselves off the need for
love. They couldn’t care less about their parents. Left to their own
devices, they cherish their independence. They have moved on and have
left their parents behind.
Then there are
the far worse cases of children who harbor animosity and resentment
toward their parents, so that any overture that their parents might
undertake would be thrown forcefully back in their face.
don’t want any of us to make this mistake. That’s why I’m calling upon
all the world’s children – beginning with all of us here tonight – to
forgive our parents, if we felt neglected. Forgive them and teach them
how to love again.
weren’t surprised to hear that I did not have an idyllic childhood. The
strain and tension that exists in my relationship with my own father is
well documented. My father is a tough man and he pushed my brothers and
me hard, from the earliest age, to be the best performers we could be.
He had great
difficulty showing affection. He never really told me he loved me. And
he never really complimented me either. If I did a great show, he would
tell me it was a good show. And if I did an OK show, he told me it was
a lousy show.
intent, above all else, on making us a commercial success. And at that
he was more than adept. My father was a managerial genius and my
brothers and I owe our professional success, in no small measure, to
the forceful way that he pushed us. He trained me as a showman and
under his guidance I couldn’t miss a step.
But what I
really wanted was a Dad. I wanted a father who showed me love. And my
father never did that. He never said I love you while looking me
straight in the eye; he never played a game with me. He never gave me a
piggyback ride; he never threw a pillow at me, or a water balloon.
But I remember
once when I was about four years old, there was a little carnival and
he picked me up and put me on a pony. It was a tiny gesture, probably
something he forgot five minutes later. But because of that moment I
have this special place in my heart for him. Because that’s how kids
are, the little things mean so much to them and for me, that one moment
meant everything. I only experienced it that one time, but it made me
feel really good, about him and the world.
But now I am a
father myself, and one day I was thinking about my own children, Prince
and Paris and how I wanted them to think of me when they grow up. To be
sure, I would like them to remember how I always wanted them with me
wherever I went, how I always tried to put them before everything else.
But there are also challenges in their lives. Because my kids are
stalked by paparazzi, they can’t always go to a park or a movie with
So what if
they grow older and resent me, and how my choices impacted their youth?
Why weren’t we given an average childhood like all the other kids, they
might ask? And at that moment I pray that my children will give me the
benefit of the doubt. That they will say to themselves: “Our daddy did
the best he could, given the unique circumstances that he faced. He may
not have been perfect, but he was a warm and decent man, who tried to
give us all the love in the world.”
I hope that
they will always focus on the positive things, on the sacrifices I
willingly made for them, and not criticize the things they had to give
up, or the errors I’ve made, and will certainly continue to make, in
raising them. For we have all been someone’s child, and we know that
despite the very best of plans and efforts, mistakes will always occur.
That’s just being human.
And when I
think about this, of how I hope that my children will not judge me
unkindly, and will forgive my shortcomings, I am forced to think of my
own father and despite my earlier denials, I am forced to admit that me
must have loved me. He did love me, and I know that.
little things that showed it. When I was a kid I had a real sweet tooth
– we all did. My favorite food was glazed doughnuts and my father knew
that. So every few weeks I would come downstairs in the morning and
there on the kitchen counter was a bag of glazed doughnuts – no note,
no explanation – just the doughnuts. It was like Santa Claus.
would think about staying up late at night, so I could see him leave
them there, but just like with Santa Claus, I didn’t want to ruin the
magic for fear that he would never do it again. My father had to leave
them secretly at night; so as no one might catch him with his guard
down. He was scared of human emotion, he didn’t understand it or know
how to deal with it. But he did know doughnuts.
And when I
allow the floodgates to open up, there are other memories that come
rushing back, memories of other tiny gestures, however imperfect, that
showed that he did what he could. So tonight, rather than focusing on
what my father didn’t do, I want to focus on all the things he did do
and on his own personal challenges. I want to stop judging him.
I have started
reflecting on the fact that my father grew up in the South, in a very
poor family. He came of age during the Depression and his own father,
who struggled to feed his children, showed little affection towards his
family and raised my father and his siblings with an iron fist. Who
could have imagined what it was like to grow up a poor black man in the
South, robbed of dignity, bereft of hope, struggling to become a man in
a world that saw my father as subordinate? I was the first black artist
to be played on MTV and I remember how big a deal it was even then. And
that was in the 80s!
moved to Indiana and had a large family of his own, working long hours
in the steel mills, work that kills the lungs and humbles the spirit,
all to support his family. Is it any wonder that he found it difficult
to expose his feelings? Is it any mystery that he hardened his heart,
that he raised the emotional ramparts? And most of all, is it any
wonder why he pushed his sons so hard to succeed as performers, so that
they could be saved from what he knew to be a life of indignity and
I have begun
to see that even my father’s harshness was a kind of love, an imperfect
love, to be sure, but love nonetheless. He pushed me because he loved
me. Because he wanted no man ever to look down at his offspring.
And now with
time, rather than bitterness, I feel blessing. In the place of anger, I
have found absolution. And in the place of revenge I have found
reconciliation. And my initial fury has slowly given way to
decade ago, I founded a charity called Heal the World. The title was
something I felt inside me. Little did I know, as Shmuley later pointed
out, that those two words form the cornerstone of Old Testament
prophecy. Do I really believe that we can heal this world that is
riddled with war and genocide, even today? And do I really think that
we can heal our children, the same children who can enter their schools
with guns and hatred and shoot down their classmates, like they did at
Columbine? Or children, who can beat a defenseless toddler to death,
like the tragic story of Jamie Bulger? Of course I do, or I wouldn’t be
But it all
begins with forgiveness, because to heal the world, we first have to
heal ourselves. And to heal the kids, we first have to heal the child
within, each and every one of us. As an adult, and as a parent, I
realize that I cannot be a whole human being, nor a parent capable of
unconditional love, until I put to rest the ghosts of my own childhood.
what I’m asking all of us to do tonight. Live up to the fifth of the
Ten Commandments. Honor your parents by not judging them. Give them the
benefit of the doubt.
That is why I
want to forgive my father and to stop judging him. I want to forgive my
father, because I want a father, and this is the only one that I’ve
got. I want the weight of my past lifted from my shoulders and I want
to be free to step into a new relationship with my father, for the rest
of my life, unhindered by the goblins of the past.
In a world
filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with
anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair,
we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we
must still dare to believe.
To all of you
tonight who feel let down by your parents, I ask you to let down your
disappointment. To all of you tonight who feel cheated by your fathers
or mothers, I ask you not to cheat yourself further. And to all of you
who wish to push your parents away, I ask you to extend you hand to
them instead. I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents
the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love
from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a
desolate and lonely world.
mentioned to me an ancient Biblical prophecy, which says that a new
world and a new time would come, when “the hearts of the parents would
be restored through the hearts of their children”. My friends, we are
that world, we are those children.
said: “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the
strong.” Tonight, be strong. Beyond being strong, rise to the greatest
challenge of all – to restore that broken covenant. We must all
overcome whatever crippling effects our childhoods may have had on our
lives and in the words of Jesse Jackson, forgive each other, redeem
each other and move on.
This call for
forgiveness may not result in Oprah moments the world over, with
thousands of children making up with their parents, but it will at
least be a start, and we’ll all be so much happier as a result.
And so ladies and gentlemen, I conclude my remarks tonight with faith, joy and excitement.
From this day forward, may a new song be heard.
Let that new song be the sound of children laughing.
Let that new song be the sound of children playing.
Let that new song be the sound of children singing.
And let that new song be the sound of parents listening.
Together, let us create a symphony of hearts, marvelling at the miracle of our children and basking in the beauty of love.
Let us heal the world and blight its pain.
And may we all make beautiful music together.
God bless you, and I love you.