This time last year the clock was ticking. Farrah Fawcett had suffered a long battle with anal cancer and her struggle was almost over. Clock still ticking, and news programs everywhere were signaling her final moments. I thought it was morbidly disrespectful, but … this IS the media. A few hours passed & sometime during the hour of 1pm I received word that Farrah Fawcett had transitioned into heavenly peace.
Farrah Fawcett, 70’s icon, gun totin’ heiffer. As a little shorty, she was all I wanted to be when I grew up. Not white, blonde hair, & blue eyed, but I too wanted the ability to kick in doors, wave guns & look great doing it. I was a HUGE Charlie’s Angels fan, and she was definitely my favorite. A sex symbol for certain, she was also very much about the girl power & women’s rights. No one made better ‘Made for TV” films than Farrah. ‘The Burning Bed,’ ‘Extremities,’ were two films in which she instructed victimized & oppressed women to reclaim their power By ANY MEANS NECESSARY! Loved it Farrah. Even as a youngin’ your message was received loud & clear. And those messages still resonate with me throughout my adult years.
Farrah passed & I was happy for her. I was relieved that SHE was relieved of her pain & suffering. Her family wished to be left alone to mourn in peace. And I’d hoped the media would grant them privacy. But Nothing would prepare us for what would come next. At around 4:30pm I received a text stating that the King Of Pop– Michael Jackson– had passed away. WHAT!!??? GET The F#ck Outta Here!!! Couldn’t be true, Not MY Michael. Not the Michael Jackson who was the picture of health, preparing for his final tour, ironically titled This Is It. A few minutes later I got another text saying MJ suffered a heart attack & was rushed to the hospital. Whewww! Not that being in the hospital was a great thing, but it was better than the alternative. Mike had medical issues and had been hospitalized before; therefore, I thought this was nothing different. He’ll bounce back. But it was different. This time it was tragically different. At about 5pm it was confirmed … The King Of Pop was no longer with us.
Two icons: gone too soon, in the same day. Farrah’s passing I was prepared for, Michael’s not so much. But like Farrah, I only felt sad for a brief moment. I began to reflect over the bodies of work both artists left behind, and found comfort. Mike sang and danced his way into America’s heart when he was a young lad. That voice, those moves, that afro- who didn’t love Mike? And even when he traded all that for lighter skin, a thinner nose & a wash & curl, we still showed him love. All he had to do was moonwalk, flash the white glove & cock his hat. LOVED IT! That was our Mike. But above all the quality of what Mike was doing never declined. He always gave 110 because he felt we deserved no less. He left a legacy of excellence I’ll always remember. Thank you Mike.
Today is no different. The world still mourns and celebrates Michael & Farrah. At times I’ll watch a classic Farrah movie, or check Michael in the Wiz. They come alive on screen & that’s how they remain immortal. They live on through their bodies of work, keeping them with us forever. And that’s what every artist should strive to create, a legacy that will long outlive them.
Michael & Farrah, we still remember.
-“The BklynBandette.” Mr. Hollywood’s Co-Defendant.
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