Janet Jackson speaks out in her first interview since the death of her older brother Michael Jackson.
Janet tells Harper's Bazaar magazine that she hasn't watched television since hearing about the death of her brother on June 25. "You have to forgive me, because it's really hard to believe he's passed," she tells the publication.
She says of growing up with the King of Pop, "He'd have the same red shirt, the same black pants, the same white T-shirt. Mike was very simple. When I was 14 years old, I would shop for him. [Michael was then 21.] I washed his clothes, cleaned his room. When mother would go out of town, she'd say, 'I'm leaving you in charge. Take care of Mike.' I would head home from school, see what he needed, then go straight to the stores."
Janet also explained how Michael started wearing one white glove. "That was actually my brother Jackie's idea at home one day. ... He just said, 'You should wear one glove. A white glove.' And then Mike studded it all. That was it."
She continues to reminisce about her brother's style, "If it was shiny, if it had any kind of bling, he loved it. It was that drummer-boy look. Do you remember that black jacket he wore for Motown's 25th anniversary? That's our mother's! He grabbed that from her closet! He loved anything that sparkled."
Janet tells Harper's Bazaar magazine that she hasn't watched television since hearing about the death of her brother on June 25. "You have to forgive me, because it's really hard to believe he's passed," she tells the publication.
She says of growing up with the King of Pop, "He'd have the same red shirt, the same black pants, the same white T-shirt. Mike was very simple. When I was 14 years old, I would shop for him. [Michael was then 21.] I washed his clothes, cleaned his room. When mother would go out of town, she'd say, 'I'm leaving you in charge. Take care of Mike.' I would head home from school, see what he needed, then go straight to the stores."
Janet also explained how Michael started wearing one white glove. "That was actually my brother Jackie's idea at home one day. ... He just said, 'You should wear one glove. A white glove.' And then Mike studded it all. That was it."
She continues to reminisce about her brother's style, "If it was shiny, if it had any kind of bling, he loved it. It was that drummer-boy look. Do you remember that black jacket he wore for Motown's 25th anniversary? That's our mother's! He grabbed that from her closet! He loved anything that sparkled."
He turned his head to look over at me. " Yes I will. I'm losing hope. And even if I don't, I might as well. I'm losing my daughter to some psycho, I got stabbed 3 times, there's no use."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Mom crinkled her eyebrows. " There's no use Summer. You can't convince him that he isn't going to die." She said, no hope in her voice.
Dad was still awake, but he was frozen in one position. His messy curly hair was tossed around and flat on the pillow. When I rubbed my palm over his, they were very cold. If you think about it, you're actually not sure if he'll make it.
I rested my head on his chest, tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn't stand the fact the Dad could be leaving me too early...
When we arrived at the hospital, Dad was extremely pale. Sour tears rolled down my cheeks. I glanced over at Raymond, who was snickering.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.
I frowned. " Why are you laughing?" Raymond rolled his eyes and gave no response.
I tried to help Dad up, but his weight pulled me down too! Mom and I carried him in where they put him a stretcher.
A nurse came up to us. " I feel so sorry for you.I hope Mr. Jackson will make it through.The world would be messed up." She said, smacking her red lips together. She made a nasty look at Raymond.
" It's him!!! Security!!!!" She yelled, pointing at Raymond. His eyes were the size of bowling balls. " Uh-oh!" He grabbed his jacket ad ran for the exit.
Meanwhile, Mom and I were sitting there, staring at Dad. He slowly opened his eyes and mumbled something I couldn't catch. " What?" I said, putting my ear closer to his mouth.
" Don't leave me to die." He whispered ever so faintly.