A Rose for Mr. Joe Jackson

Mr. Jackson you are one of my Heros and icons. I listen to everyone ridicule you and say what a brute you are.

I say to your critics, if Mr. Jackson didn't have a dream and instill it onto his children, the Jacksons would probably be a family of steel yard workers still in Gary Indiana.

People love to see fine diamonds and gold. In order to have those things you have to create them from their raw material; yes sometimes you have to beat out the impurities to make their brilliance come forth.

I respect your wife and children, but you Sir are my ultimate Hero.

To everyone concerned; When you curse Mr. Jackson in your fine homes, with your fine cars, clothes and money and your children are going to the finest schools and every generation that follows.

And when people admire you just short of a diety; I hope you will take a moment to thank the man who made it all possible for you and these things to happen in between cursing his name.

Mr. Joseph Jackson supported a wife with 10 children as a sole financial provider in a country that spat in his face everyday of his life.

He did whatever it took to take care of his family (which is what real men did in those days). He also used discipline (which is what parents used in those days).

A parent is not your friend, they are your PARENT love or hate Mr. Jackson he will always be your father and you will always be living his dream.

All real parents want their children to surpass them. My Mother was a Joe Jackson Parent. If I ever said can't in her presence she would beat me into an inch of my life hence the word can't is not in my vocabulary.

I'm also guessing this is one of the reasons why I own a very successful clothing and marketing company.

Let's take a moment to see where this, so called, tyrant Mr. Joseph Jackson came from.

Mr. Joseph Jackson was born in Fountain Hill Arkansas, the eldest of four children born July 26, 1929.

His America was un politically correct with unsanitized speech; people called it the way they saw it; ignorance was rampant.

There was no affirmative action, and people had to fight for their right to exist in this country.

But this man had a dream if not for himself..for his family.

The Jackson's are Black America's Kennedys.

So Mr. Jackson, I hope you get to read this blog; I am just a voice in the wilderness that wants to give you a rose to savor the sweet smell of success and inspiration you have given the world even though no one will give you the credit.

I just wanted to give you a pat on the back and a hug and to let you know that I respect you with the utmost respect that can be bestowed on a human being.