It must have been a strange scene to watch. Something white slowly moving toward the door with its plastic head facing the ground. Black stringy hair fell down blocking the view of its visage. Both hands were enclosed in what looked like handcuffs.

Too bad, Jackson couldn’t use any of his “Beat It” moves to pull himself out of this sticky situation.

It was only a few days ago when the allegations came out. A young boy said the famous King of Pop had sexually abused him.

As soon as the comment came out, everything Jackson had tried to rebuild within the last five to 10 years, such as his family and his reputation, has gone down the drain.

It’s not as if Jackson had tried to desperately to fix his image. Certainly holding his child over the balcony just caused him to become more of a lunatic.

Although people knew he was crazy from much earlier, the surgical masks he wore just solidified the opinions the public had of him.

It was only about 10 years when the first allegations of child abuse began to flow out.

Somehow, just by being Michael Jackson, the singer managed to escape being placed behind bars. But, soon his image took a nose dive.

Then, each year as his face faded into a new shade of white and his nose became pointer, his sanity withered away. The sane singer turned nut case had gotten one too many plastic surgeries and skin-lightening jobs.

Jackson must have told all his plastic surgeons he wanted to look like his sister La Toya, because anyone who saw him mistook him for her sister.

Perhaps Jackson had some deep crazing to become women, and that’s why he tried so hard look like one.

Jackson was no longer sane. He was some crazy nut who isolated himself and the rest of his family from the outside world by living on a huge estate.

There was even a time when no one knew where he was. His songs, his steps, his voice seemed to have disappeared of the face of the earth.

Now, his face is on television screens across the country. People are cruising Web sites as quickly as possible just to view his mug shots.

Fans no longer care about his music or lyrics. They just keep wondering what he will do next – whether it’s becoming the next flash photographer of Santa Barbara, Calif. or perhaps flinging his daughter from the attic window.

As a little girl, I was a big fan of Michael Jackson. One night, when I was five years old, I was sitting in front of the television set, and my eyes were glued to the screen. Michael was giving a concert, and I wanted to stay up to watch. I just couldn’t get the beat out of my head.

At the time, Jackson was an idol to so many people. Even Simon Cowell could not have said anything to put the man down. Jackson was on a roll. Fans were trying to practice the moon walk.

Now, people just get disgusted by looking at his face. They just see some creepy, pervert who belongs in an empty cell at the Santa Barbara jail house.

R.H. Aly is a senior in journalism. She can be reached for comment at [email protected].