We are not yet able to leave comments on the book on Amazon but we can write letters to the publisher and also tag the book on the Amazon site.
Look for ‘Tags Customers Associate With This Product’
You’ll see tags like:
garbage
trash
lies
…and you can add your own.
You can tag the book with certain keywords. Scroll down and look for ‘Tags Customers Associate With This Product‘. You’ll see tags like: garbage • trash • lies – and you can add your own tags (please be civil – NO foul language!).
For comments, go to the link where the book is sold and scroll down. You will find discussions about the book under ‘Customer Discussions / This Product’s Forum‘. Leave your comments there. Again, be factual, calm, and civil but firm! No YELLING and no foul language! Michael would not approve of that yelling, hysterics, and foul language!
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You may also write to AMAZON about this book at: http://www.amazon.com/gp/help/reports. Please respectfully ask them not to carry such books which denigrate Michael Jackson’s name and memory, as a matter of truth, conscience and respect for an INNOCENT, deceased man. The facts support the truth. The media and money-grubbing publishers wish to perpetuate the lies for profit. Any reputable bookseller would not participate in the sale of lies for profit and in degrading the name of the innocent when they are no longer here to speak for themselves. This is unconscionable and immoral.
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The following is a sample letter that people can follow when writing to the publishers of Carl Tom’s book.
I’m writing to give you fair warning that your soon-published book “Michael Jackson’s Dangerous Liaisons” by Carl Toms disparages the reputation, person and legacy of Michael Jackson, and therefore the book will have a hard time generating any sales and that its publication may result in legal action from Mr. Jackson’s Estate.
To prove my point, I share with you the Customer Reviews page for Shmuley Boteach’s book, “The Michael Jackson Tapes,” at Amazon.com.
Boteach’s book was literally driven off the shelves in record time. Mr. Toms’ proposed book will be too, since it is slanderous in nature and doesn’t accurately portray Michael Jackson as the genius entertainer, generous humanitarian and loving father/brother/son/friend and innocent man that he was.
For too long, Michael’s dignity—his very person—was violated at its deepest dimension. He was the subject of a cruel spectacle on the world stage. Names were created by the media to ridicule him—“Wacko Jacko!”—and pejoratives—“Weird!” “Strange!” “Bizarre!”—were applied to him at every turn. The sole purpose in all this was to bring the rage of public opinion to bear on him so he would suffer to the very depths of his being. Mainstream media, including publishers of books by disreputable authors with dubious agendas, have turned into the schoolyard bully.
There exists a veritable army of Michael Jackson advocates and people with a moral conscience who refuse to accept further denigration of Michael Jackson’s character, legacy and reputation. We stand ready to take action against your book. Just because Michael passed away doesn’t mean he has no one looking after his interests.
We further suggest that you carefully analyze your market. Michael Jackson Haters don’t care to spend money on such a book. Michael Jackson Advocates will destroy such a book. Word is already out among Michael Jackson advocates and others with a moral conscience worldwide that this book is not worth the paper it’s printed on.
Sincerely,
Your Name
We are not yet able to leave comments on the book on Amazon but we can write letters to the publisher and also tag the book on the Amazon site.Look for ‘Tags Customers Associate With This Product’You’ll see tags like:garbagetrashlies…and you can add your own.
Sadly, sadly, we live in a state of fear. Everyday we hear of war on the news, on the radio and television and the newspapers, always of war.
We hear of nations hurting each other, of neighbours hurting each other, of families hurting each other and the children killing each other.
We must learn to live and love each other before its too late. We have to stop! We have to stop the prejudice, we have to stop the hating, we have to stop living in fear of our own neighbours.
I would like all of you now to take the hand of the person to the left and to the right. Go ahead! Right now! I mean it! Dont be shy! Do it! It starts now! To the person next to you. To the left and the right. I mean it. Right now! Go ahead! Dont be shy. Do it! Do it! Now, tell the person … tell the person next to you that you care for them. Tell them that you care for them. Tell them that you love them. Tell them that you love them. This is what makes the difference.
Together … (Michael laughing) … (audience screaming) … together we can make a change of the world. Together we can help to stop racism. Together we can help to stop prejudice. We can help the world live without fear. Its our only hope, without hope we are lost.
This is it, here I stand
I’m the light of the world, I feel grand
Got this love, I can feel
And I know yes for sure, it is real
And it feels as though I’ve seen your face a thousand times
And you said you really know me too yourself
And I know that you have got addicted with your eyes
But you say you gonna live it for yourself
Oh
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I never thought that I would be your lover
Come on baby just understand
This is it, I can say,
I’m the light of the world, run away
We can feel, this is real
Every time I’m in love, that I feel
And I feel as though I’ve known you since a thousand years
And you tell me that you’ve seen my face before
And you said to me you don’t want me hanging round
Many times wanna do it here before
Oh yeah
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I never thought that I would be your lover
Come on baby just understand
This is it, I can feel
I’m the light of the world, this is real
Feel my song, we can say
And I tell you feel that way
And I feel as though I’ve known you for a thousand years
And you said you want some of this yourself
And you said you want to go with me all the while
And I know that it’s really true myself
Oh yeah
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I never thought that I would be your lover
Come on please baby understand
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I never thought that I would be your lover
Come on baby please understand
Oh yeah
I never heard a single word about you
Falling in love wasn’t my plan
I’ve looked up at the night sky and beheld the stars so intimately close, it was as if my grandmother had made them for me. “How rich, how sumptuous,” I thought. In that moment I saw God in His creation. I could as easily have seen Her in the beauty of a rainbow, the grace of a deer bounding through a meadow, the truth of a father’s kiss. But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God’s creation embraces me. We are one.
I wanted to change the world, so I got up one morning and looked in the mirror. That one looking back said: “There is not much time left. The earth is wracked with pain. Children are starving. Nations remain divided by mistrust and hatred. Everywhere the air and water have been fouled almost beyond help. Do something!” That one in the mirror felt very angry and desperate. Everything looked like a mess, a tragedy, a disaster. I decided he must be right. Didn’t I feel terrible about these things, too, just like him? The planet was being used up and thrown away. Imagining earthly life just one generation from now made me feel panicky. It was not hard to find the good people who wanted to solve the earth’s problems. As I listened to their solutions, I thought, There is so much good will here, so much concern. At night before going to bed, that one in the mirror looked back at me seriously, Now we’ll get somewhere, he declared. If everybody does their part. But everybody didn’t do their part. Some did, but were they stopping the tide? Were pain, starvation, hatred, and pollution about to be solved? Wishing wouldn’t make it so – I knew that. When I woke up the next morning, that one in the mirror looked confused. Maybe it’s hopeless, he whispered… Then a sly look came into his eyes, and he shrugged. But you and I will survive. At least we are doing all right. I felt strange when he said that. There was something very wrong here. A faint suspicion came to me, one that had never dawned so clearly before. What if that one in the mirror isn’t me? He feels separate. He sees problems – out there – to be solved. Maybe they will be, maybe they won’t. He’ll get along. But I don’t feel that way – those problems aren’t out there, not really. I feel them inside me. A child crying in Ethiopia, a sea gull struggling pathetically in an oil spill, a mountain gorilla being mercilessly hunted, a teenage soldier trembling with terror when he hears the planes fly over. Aren’t these happening in me when I see and hear about them? The next time I looked in the mirror, that one looking back had started to fade. It was only an image after all. It showed me a solitary person enclosed in a neat package of skin and bones. “Did I once think you were me?” I began to wonder. I am not so separate and afraid. The pain of life touches me, but the joy of life is so much stronger. And it alone will heal. Life is the healer of life, and the most I can do for the earth is to be its loving child. That one in the mirror winced and squirmed. He hadn’t thought so much about love. Seeing problems was much easier, because love means complete self-honesty. Ouch! Oh, friend, I whispered to him, do you think anything can solve problems without love? That one in the mirror wasn’t sure. Being alone for so long, not trusting others and being trusted by others, it tended to detach itself from the reality of life. “Is love more real than pain?” he asked. “I can’t promise that it is. But it might be. Let’s discover”, I said. I touched the mirror with a grin. “Let’s not be alone again. Will you be my partner? I hear a dance starting up. Come”. That one in the mirror smiled shyly. He was realizing we could be best friends. We could be more peaceful, more loving, more honest with each other every day. “Would that change the world?” I think it will, because Mother Earth wants us to be happy and to love her as we tend her needs. She needs fearless people on her side, whose courage comes from being part of her, like a baby who is brave enough to walk because Mother is holding out her arms to catch him. When that one in the mirror is full of love for me and for him, there is no room for fear. When we were afraid and panicky, we stopped loving this life of ours and this earth. We disconnected. Yet how can anybody rush to help the earth if they feel disconnected? Perhaps the earth is telling us what she wants, and by not listening, we fall back on our own fear and panic. One thing I know: I never feel alone when I am earth’s child. I do not have to cling to my personal survival as long as I realize, day by day, that all of life is in me. The children and their pain; the children and their joy. The ocean swelling under the sun; the ocean weeping with black oil. The animals hunted in fear; the animals bursting with the sheer joy of being alive. This sense of – the world in me – is how I always want to feel. That one in the mirror has his doubts sometimes. So I am tender with him. Every morning I touch the mirror and whisper, Oh, friend, I hear a dance. Will you be my partner? Come.
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