'This Is It' book by Dr Conrad Murray.

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Michael Jackson's darkest secrets revealed by his doctor who tells of his A-list child star lust and visits in disguise to hookers

The man blamed for the premature death of Michael Jackson today reveals why he is publishing an explosive book on the superstar’s life.

And in a world exclusive interview, Dr Conrad Murray insists he is releasing his astonishing story to set the record straight on the truth about the superstar.

“This is the story of who Michael Jackson really was,” says Murray speaking from his home in Florida. “He wanted me to tell this story – now I am fulfilling his wish.”

It is a story that will shock the millions of people across the planet who still adore the singer, who died aged 50 from an overdose of prescription drugs in 2009.

The book This Is It, serialised in the Sunday Mirror this weekend and in the Daily Mirror next week, incredibly claims that Jackson wanted to marry a famous British child actress – after falling in love when she was just 11 years old.

But that was Jackson’s second choice...his first, Murray claims, was the 12-year-old daughter of a British friend who was aged just five when he set eyes on her. Murray also says Jackson was “betrayed” by one his closest relatives – and begged Dr Murray to protect his own family from the person should anything happen to him.

Despite the astonishing nature of the claims Murray refuses to say whether he considered Jackson to be evil or a danger to children.

He says: “You must read the book and make those decisions for yourself.”

Asked if he would leave his own son with him, he replies: “Read the book. It answers all those questions.”

Murray was Jackson’s private physician for more than three years and, often, live-in companion. He was blamed for the singer’s premature death and served two years of a four-year prison sentence in 2011 for involuntary manslaughter.

But Murray insists his new book is a true account of the last three years of Jackson’s life. And he claims it’s the book the superstar begged him to write if he died.

Murray says: “This is about setting the record straight. Many things have been written about Michael by people who didn’t know him or understand him or his life.

“For just over three years, I spoke to him every day and was with him every week. He said to me: ‘I have four members of my family Conrad; you, Paris, Prince and Blanket. You are all I have.”

Murray claims Jackson personally “directed” him to share his secrets with the world if anything bad ever happened to him. Michael considered himself something of a clairvoyant, and although he was always a bit of a joker, he was serious about believing he could predict things that would happen,” says Murray.

“He wanted me to tell this story, so I am fulfilling his wish.

“Did I ever expect him die the way he did? Of course not.”

Murray first met Jackson in 2006 when he treated one of the superstar’s children, and the two became friends.

He was hired as his personal physician for his 2009 “comeback tour”.

“I believe this book will be a gift to Michael’s fans and his family across the world,” says Murray.

“I have suffered a great deal because of what’s happened to me. I was locked up for two years. But it was inside jail that I decided to start writing this story, for Michael. Before I was released, I had written 40,000 words and then, about five months ago, I decided to finish it off and have this story published, so everyone can learn what Michael wanted the world to know.. Now I feel I can now relax as I have carried out his instructions to tell his story.”

But when asked who he believed the real Michael Jackson was, Murray responds: “Was he a monster or did he interfere with children? Read the book. The answers are all there.

“It is an honest story; it’s the truth and does not overlook the facts.

“Michael was not a perfect individual but who is? He has his fault, like anyone.

“I’ve often been described as a father figure to Michael, although we were only six years apart. Maybe he thought of me in that way, I’m not really sure.

“I considered our relation differently. I was a ‘protective parent.’ I felt he needed to be protected from many people, including a lot of those close to him. There were parasites and blood suckers all around him, and many of them were not strangers.”

by Mirror

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The following letter was sent to Conrad Murray from the estate. Let us hope that they will now follow up with some sort of litigation against him. I am posting the articles from the tabloid newspaper he is using as his conduit - not because there is any truth in them - simply because I feel it's always better to know what is being said out there - know your enemy!!!

Jackson estate sends cease and desist letter to Conrad Murray following latest media interviews

By Andy Malt | Published on Monday 2 December 2013



The Michael Jackson estate’s attorney Howard Weitzman has written a cease and desist letter to Conrad Murray, warning him to stop speaking to the press about his relationship with the late singer, citing doctor-patient confidentiality rules.

As previously reported, Jackson’s former personal doctor Murray was found guilty in 2011 of causing the singer’s death through negligence. Released in late October, having served half of his four year sentence, Murray has since been giving out interviews to the media professing his innocence, re-presenting his own theories as to how Jackson died (which were rejected by the jury in his trial), and relating anecdotes about how close a relationship he had with the singer.


Murray presumably thinks he’s helping in some way with these interviews – either helping himself or the memory of Michael Jackson, or both – but he has a tendency to say things that work against him. Like in his recent interview with The Mail, where he said: “You want to know how close Michael and I were? I held his penis every night. I had to put a condom catheter on him because Michael dripped urine”.
That quote having done the rounds online last week, the Jackson estate has clearly decided enough is enough and set the lawyers on him. In his letter, obtained by RadarOnline, Weitzman writes: “Your recent comments to the media about Mr Jackson’s medical treatment and ultimate death shamefully violate the physician-patient privilege under California law”.


He continues: “Despite your self-serving statements to the contrary, you were clearly not Michael Jackson’s ‘friend’. You were Mr Jackson’s medical doctor charged with his care. In this regard, all communications that you had with Mr Jackson were in the course of that physician-patient relationship, and are therefore presumed confidential and absolutely privileged”.


Calling Murray’s courting of the media “beyond ironic and cowardly” – the doctor having refused to give testimony in his trial for involuntary manslaughter – Weitzman threatens to sue if Murray does not comply with the request to stop giving interviews.


He also hinted that – while the estate reckons much of the apparently private information Murray has given out “appears fabricated” – he would still make contact with any medical board in any state where Murray attempts to have his medical licence re-instated, to point out his tendency to breach doctor-patient confidentiality.


Responding to the legal letter, Murray’s lawyer Valerie Wass told the New York Daily News: “It’s fairly obvious that this letter was written with the intent to release it to the public and intimidate Dr Murray. I find it absurd that the estate is making such strenuous objections, adamantly protesting comments by Dr Murray when in fact the door to Michael Jackson’s medical history was opened widely by the Jackson family during their wrongful death lawsuit against AEG Live”.


Whether Murray will heed Weitzman’s warning or not remains to be seen. However, if he does intend to attempt to regain his medical licences in California or Texas where he was struck off after being found guilty of causing Jackson’s death (and it’s been indicated he might), he could be convinced by the threats.

http://www.completemusicupdate.com/a...ia-interviews/







Michael Jackson wanted to marry 11-year-old Harry Potter actress Emma Watson, claims doctor jailed for causing singer's death in explosive tell-all
Pop icon would wear surgical masks to avoid being detected by call girls
He would also pose as a stroke victim to stop people from identifying him
Revelations have been revealed by the singer's doctor, Dr Conrad Murray
Claims star wanted to marry child actress Emma Watson when she was 11

By Dailymail.com Reporter

Published: 12:41 GMT, 16 July 2016 | Updated: 08:47 GMT, 17 July 2016

Michael Jackson would dress up as a clown and wear surgical masks so he could romp with call girls and not be recognised, the doctor blamed for the pop star's death has claimed.

Dr Conrad Murray said the pair would also put on fake Arabic accents to stop the girls from discovering Jackson's identity when the doctor took him to a cheap hotel.

Murray served as the pop icon's doctor for three years before he was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter in Jackson’s death in 2011, serving half of his four year sentence.

Now, he has written a sensational tell-all book called This Is It laying bare grim details from the King of Pop’s life.

In the book, Murray claims that the singer, who died of a prescription drug overdose aged 50 in 2009, would sometimes pose as a stroke victim to hide his true identity, according to The Mirror.

'We’d walk the streets, with Michael ecstatic that virtually no one recognised him,' said Dr Conrad.

'I once wore scrubs and Michael walked with a limp, pretending to be a stroke victim. He was drooling on one side of his mouth.'

The doctor recounts a tale in which Jackson was desperate to go to a strip club, but to avoid being spotted, he insisted Jackson go to a low-profile hotel and have escorts come to his room instead.



They visited the Gold Coast Hotel in Las Vegas and performed their stroke victim routine to make it safely to their room, where Murray arranged for the escorts to be sent over.

Murray recounts how Jackson insisted that the two girls supplied be extremely slim, exotic and mixed race.



After the strippers, who Murray described as being '6 out of 10', they put on fake Arabic accents.

'We had already decided we’d tell the girls we were Saudi Arabian brothers. Michael wore pyjamas and a surgical mask, not much of a disguise for somebody so frequently associated with one.'



He added: 'Another time, with Michael dressed as a clown, we had to keep stifling laughter as people stared at us.'

The revelations come after Murray had also disclosed Jackson's desire to marry 11-year-old Harry Potter actress Emma Watson.



Michael Jackson wanted to marry 11-year-old Harry Potter actress Emma Watson, it is claimed

















Michael Jackson wanted to marry 11-year-old Harry Potter actress Emma Watson, it is claimed

His first choice for nuptials was the 12-year-old daughter of a British friend, who he met when she was five, but Watson soon became his second choice, according to Murray.



Murray told how Jackson became infatuated with Watson, now 26, after seeing her in the wizard films, and had a cardboard cutout of her at his LA home.

Despite the shocking revelations in the book, Murray claims he has the singer’s blessing to ‘set the record straight'.

Murray, who was Jackson’s private physician for more than three years, also revealed that the singer was ‘betrayed’ by one of his close family members.

Jackson also apparently begged Murray to protect his family from that person if anything happened to him.

But despite the shocking claims he makes in the book, Murray refused to comment on whether Jackson was a danger to children.


Murray also said Jackson considered him family and maintains he is innocent of the crime he was jailed for.

He insisted money was not his motivation for writing the new book, but that the singer had urged him to do so.

But Murray, who shares his time between Florida and California, also said that he hasn’t earned any money since being released from jail two years ago, the Mirror reports.

Murray, who met the singer in 2006, was hired to be Jackson’s personal physician for his comeback tour in 2009. However Jackson died in the midst of rehearsals.
Source - Daily Mail (UK)

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:???: This piece of sh** continues his 'revelations' today. He keeps digging himself into a bigger hole and most are not falling for his lies. Whatever happened to the Hippocratic oath which is supposed to guarantee patient confidentiality? Karma cannot come fast enough for me.



Michael Jackson had injections at 13 to delay puberty and keep his voice high, former doctor blamed for the pop star's death claims
Dr Conrad Murray has written a tell-all about Jackson called This Is It
Said the singer told him about getting the shots in 'cathartic confession'
Jackson was in the Jackson Five and on the eve of solo career at 13
Murray believes hormone injections would explain 'unusual behavior'
Also claimed Jackson had unbearable callouses and chronic foot fungus

By Clemence Michallon For Dailymail.com

Published: 02:22 GMT, 18 July 2016 | Updated: 07:43 GMT, 18 July 2016

Michael Jackson had hormone injections when he was 13 to delay puberty and keep his voice high, his ex doctor has claimed.

Dr Conrad Murray, who was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter in the singer's death, has made a series of revelations about his former patient in a tell-all titled This Is It.

Jackson turned 13 in 1971 and was still performing with the Jackson Five. But he began his solo career immediately afterwards, with his first album, Got To Be There, coming out in 1972.

Murray, who served two years out of a four-year sentence between 2011 and 2013, claims Jackson told him about getting hormone shots in a confessional conversation.

'He began talking vaguely, seeming to have more difficulty describing precisely what happened to him. Maybe he was almost at the limit to his cathartic confession that night,' Murray told the Mirror.

'But what Michael said left me the impression that he had been given injections, probably hormones, to delay puberty.'

The hormone shots, according to Murray, could explain all of Jackson's 'unusual behavior' and 'morphological changes'.

Jackson asked Murray to 'never breathe a word' of what he shared during the conversation - and Murray wrote in his tell-all that he agreed.



Murray, who served two years out of a four-year sentence between 2011 and 2013, claims Jackson (pictured aged 13 in 1971) told him about getting hormone shots as a teenager in a confessional conversation

Murray also claims that Jackson had painful callouses on his feet as well as a chronic fungal infection.





'It turned out he always wore socks because he was so ashamed of the way his feet looked,' Murray told the Mirror.

The doctor says he told Jackson to see a podiatrist, prescribed him anti-fungal drugs, and personally massaged the singer's feet.

'The fact Michael's feet, something critical to him, were in such poor condition was a sign not only had he neglected himself but those around him were not keeping a close eye on his well-being,' Murray told the Mirror.

Murray met Jackson for the first time in 2006, three years before the singer's death of a cardiac arrest.

His license to practice was revoked in the state of Texas and suspended in California as well as Nevada.

Jackson (right) asked Murray (pictured left in 2011) to 'never breathe a word' about the singer's revelations - but Murray has now written a tell-all about his former patient

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https://www.yahoo.com/tv/talk-sheryl-un ... 45768.html


The Talk - Sheryl Underwood To Dr. Conrad Murray: 'Do Something Good With Your Life'




CBSTV Videos•July 18, 2016


Dr. Conrad Murray, the doctor held responsible for Michael Jackson's death, has written a tell-all book about their relationship. "Top Talker" Popsugar's Lindsay Miller asks the hosts if they would want to read what Dr. Murray has to say. Sara Gilbert says, the doctor was "profiting in an unlawful and despicable way before Michael was dead, and he's trying to do it now." Sheryl Underwood thinks Murray's book "is disrespectful to the family and Michael Jackson's memory. If he wants to make amends, he should go on and do something good with his life."

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What Michael Jackson’s doctor saw

The man who went to jail for supplying Michael Jackson with drugs is now making sensational claims about his former patient. But can we believe him?

It used to be that in Fleet Street you could write whatever you liked about the royal family because they couldn’t, or wouldn’t, answer back. Does this now apply to the late king of pop? Michael Jackson’s former personal physician, Dr Conrad Murray – imprisoned for involuntary manslaughter for supplying the drugs on which Jackson fatally overdosed – has published a grisly tell-all book, coyly entitled This Is It.

In it, he dramatically reveals the creepy stuff that was going through the head of his eccentric and reclusive patient, and declares that Jackson would have wanted him to reveal it. The most sensational claim is that Jackson, that spindly little figure in the surgical mask, nurtured the idea of one day marrying Emma Watson, who was then just becoming famous in the Harry Potter movies.

It is an exquisitely provocative idea – evil, horrible – and a pairing taken at face value by news outlets. But we have only Murray’s word for it: a man whose only source of income now is unverifiable gossip concerning the contents of a dead man’s mind. And who knows what else Murray has in the pipeline? What other ***** yearnings is he going to remember in years to come? That Michael planned to marry Pippa Middleton? Susanna Reid? Angela Merkel? A whole new industry is opening up for him – one that depends on credulous news sources across the globe.
The Guardian






From Murray's trial - very telling

Judge: Murray's secret recording designed to blackmail Jackson

In sentencing Conrad Murray to a maximum of four years behind bars, Judge Michael Pastor had particularly harsh words for the doctor for the surreptitious iPhone recording of a heavily drugged and slurring Michael Jackson.

Jackson can be heard on the recording, taped a month and a half before the pop star's death and first played during opening statements in the case, rambling almost incoherently about his plans for a comeback.

Deputy Dist. Atty. David Walgren argued that the recording was proof Murray was aware of the singer’s "state" but continued providing him drugs.

But Pastor had an even harsher assessment of the secret tape, calling it the piece of evidence against the doctor that "stuck out the most."

"I have repeatedly asked myself why did this happen and for what reasons," Pastor said. One conclusion, he said, was that Murray kept the recording to blackmail Jackson in case they had a falling out. "That tape recording was Dr. Murray's insurance policy.... It was designed to record his patient surreptitiously at that patient's most vulnerable point."

Pastor called the recording "offensive" and said it violated the doctor-patient relationship between Murray and Jackson.

He cited it as one of the reasons why he denied probation to Murray, saying it was another failure of Murray's character.

Pastor sentenced Murray to four years behind bars — the maximum punishment possible — for his part in Jackson's death, saying the doctor’s role in the singer’s fatal overdose was "money-for-medicine madness."

In blistering and lengthy remarks, Pastor lambasted Murray for failing to express any remorse for the pop star’s death and suggesting in a recent documentary that Jackson bore responsibility for his own demise.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lano...l-jackson.html

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KerryWard ‏@FallAgainMJ
Well done @singersroom for CONDEMNING #conradmurray's book! #Respect #exposemurray

SMH: Conrad Murray Writes Tell-All Book About Former Patient Michael Jackson, Calls It ‘This Is It’

As if he wasn’t one of the most hated men in the world already: Michael Jackson’s former doctor Conrad Murray is prepping the release of a tell-all book about his superstar patient called (get this) “This Is It,” the same name of MJ’s final tour that never happened due to his medical negligence.
Murray was convicted of manslaughter for MJ’s 2009 death, and served four years in an L.A. prison, but now he’s trying to profit off of the man’s death that he was convicted of murdering by spilling the beans of MJ’s alleged romps with Vegas call girls, dressing up as a clown, and faking accents to get dates with women.

The kicker is this: Murray claims Michael wanted him to come out with this information.
I’m going to need Conrad to have several seats…




Michael Jackson former doctor Conrad Murray bidding to get medical licence back

The controversial doctor was blamed for the superstar singer's death six years ago, but sees no reason he shouldn't be able to practise once again
Conrad Murray is looking to get his medical licence back

Superstar Michael Jackson ’s controversial doctor Conrad Murray wants his medical licence back so he can again practise in the United States, the Sunday Mirror can reveal.

Six years after being blamed for the singer’s death, heart specialist Murray says he sees no reason why he shouldn’t be allowed to return to making a living from his profession.

The heart specialist has applied to have his suspension lifted, claiming he is hard up and has to rely on handouts from friends.

Despite being jailed over *****’s shocking and premature death, Murray is to reapply for his suspended medical license to be reinstated in the two states in which he mainly worked.

Murray, whose controversial book on Jackson, This Is It, was serialised in the Daily and Sunday Mirror, insists: “I am an innocent man.”

He claims that although he was in Jackson’s house when he died, aged 50, from a lethal dose of the anaesthetic propofol, he played no part in his death.

“I was unjustly punished for a crime that never happened,” said Murray.

Murray said he would reapply for his medical license in California and Nevada, claiming they were suspended ‘voluntarily’ in those two states after his conviction.

“I see no reason why I shouldn’t be able to practise in the U.S,” he said. “I surrendered my licence voluntarily and am confident it will be re-instated in both states.”

Born in the Caribbean island of Grenada, before later moving to Trinidad and Tobago, Murray said he was still able to practise in the Caribbean if he so wished.

“I am a doctor by profession and no one can ever take that title away from me,” said Murray, who it’s claimed was earning $150,000 a month as Jackson’s personal physician at the time of his death.

Jailed for four years, in 2011, after being found guilty of involuntary manslaughter in Jackson’s death, Murray, 63, says he now has no income of his own and survives with handouts from friends and family.

But he claims he has continued to help many patients on a voluntary basis.

“Since being freed, I have continued to help my patients and many new patients who have come to me because of my reputation,” he said.

“They come from across the world; from Spain, Israel, America and the South Pacific. Do I charge them? No. I do not charge for my services. I volunteer to help them and see them through their problems.

“Most are major heart surgery patients. I help them and I help give them peace of mind. How do I benefit? The one thing that has always driven me is the fulfillment of making a difference.

“I am highly skilled and have an unblemished medical record. My career has been impeccable.”

Despite supposedly having no income, Murray splits his time between homes in Southern California and Florida, and lives with partner Nicole Alvarez, who he plans to marry, and their seven-year-old son Chee.

Murray is however being lined up for I’m a Celebrity... Get Me Out Of Here.

Talks are underway to get the man blamed for Jackson's death into the British version of the reality TV show.

Murray’s publicist Max Markson confirmed: “Yes, it’s true, we’re talking to the show’s producers about having Conrad in the jungle.

“I’m sure everyone will be fascinated to hear what he has to say about his time with Michael. He’d be a great draw.”

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'He was tactile with the children... but ASEXUAL': Mark Lester rejects Conrad Murray's claims that Michael Jackson had a crush on his daughter Harriet, five
Harriet revealed she was 'hurt, shocked and confused' by Murray's claims
She added that she considered the late singer to be a 'fantastic' man
Mark: 'I'm having to defend Michael against people who didn't know him'
Michael's former doctor Conrad makes the claims in new book This Is It

By Rebecca Davison for MailOnline

Published: 13:02 GMT, 26 July 2016 | Updated: 14:10 GMT, 26 July 2016

Michael Jackson's friend Mark Lester has hit back at former doctor Conrad Murray's claims that the singer had a crush on his daughter Harriet when she was five.

In an exclusive interview with Loose Women on Tuesday, the former child actor appeared on the show with his Harriet to talk about their own experiences with the Thriller icon.

Mark, 58, told the panel: 'He was tactile with the children. But it was in an innocent way. I believe he was totally asexual.'

Murray also said that Michael had wanted to marry Harriet, now 19, but Coleen Nolan asked if Michaels's words could have been misconstrued?

She said: 'I feel like Michael was a very childlike figure. Is it possible he could have said he wanted to marry Harriet - but when she was older and said it more in a fairytale, innocent way?'

'Yes,' he replied. 'It's hard for me to tell you what he was like in this short time.'

Harriet said 63-year-old Conrad's claims in his new book, This Is It, came as a surprise to her and she was 'hurt, shocked and confused' by his words adding that 'all her friends were surprised.'

She said: 'It was difficult to think in that way and I was forced to look back over things in my mind, but there was nothing I could think of at all.'

Janet Street Porter suggested that Harriet might not have been aware if she was being groomed, but she didn't believe that to be the case.

'I was actually 15 or 16, despite reports which stated I was 11.' she said.

'My father raised us to be independent but I can't imagine it being the case [that she was groomed.] Michael wouldn't do that to my father. We very much had a family environment.
Adding: 'I won't let this change my memories of him. He was a fantastic, wonderfully supportive man and a lovely human.'



Mark, who knew Michael from the age of 18 and donated sperm to the singer added: 'I have to defend him against people who didn't know him.'

Harriet also talked of her sadness that she was no longer in contact with Michael's daughter Paris.

'I haven't seen her since he died,' she said. 'I would love to be in contact. I don't know why we're not, maybe they have been sheltered by the family since he died.



'It's really sad, but now we're older, maybe we could make our own choices.


Conrad, who met Michael in 2006, made headlines when he said the singer wanted him to go and visit Mark in the UK and discuss a potential marriage when she was 11.

'He developed a crush on her at the age of five and watched her blossom over the years,' Murray said.

In an interview with The Sun, Mark had reportedly said it was 'entirely plausible' Michael said he wanted to marry Harriet because he was in such a state on prescription drugs.

Yet on the show he said he hadn't seen evidence of the drug usage while the singer was alive.

'It was all very well hidden and I never witnessed anything. The most I saw him with was a bottle of aspirin. He seemed more homeopathic and into natural medication.'

Murray also claims that Harry Potter actress Emma Watson was Michael's next choice if he was unable to marry Harriet.

Michael previously spoke about how he shared his bed with children, but always said there was 'nothing sexual'.

He was cleared of all child molesting claims against him in 2005 following a 14-week trial. Murray opened up about Michael's death which occurred four years after the trial.

The claims come after Conrad also claimed the singer was still alive when he arrived at hospital, despite ER medics claiming he was 'clinically dead' at the time.



Pop icon: Harriet said 63-year-old Conrad's claims in his new book, This Is It, came as a surprise to her and she was 'hurt, shocked and confused' by his words as she hadn't noticed anything untoward

The disgraced physician, who was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter in the star's death in 2011, said he stayed at UCLA Medical Center for hours in the hope Michael would recover.

In an interview with Daily Mail Australia, Murray insisted he was not responsible for Michael's 2009 death from an overdose of drugs including powerful hospital anaesthetic Propofol.

He instead placed the blame on paramedics, some of whom testified in court to say the pop icon had 'signs of a dying heart' when he arrived at the Los Angeles hospital.

'I was at the hospital with him for hours. When he got to UCLA they found evidence he was not dead, he was alive, he has signs of life,' Murray told Daily Mail Australia.


Family man: Jackson with son Michael Jr., Anward Hadid, Mohamed Hadid, daughter Paris, son Prince Michael (aka Blanket) and a family friend shortly before his death

'I never left the hospital until 6pm. I took care of the children, the mother, the brothers and sisters and everyone else.'

Murray, who served as the pop icon's doctor and confidant for three years, admitted that he was not with Michael when the global megastar collapsed, aged 50, in his rented home in Beverly Hills.



'I was not present when Michael passed away. I discovered him lying flat, I made every effort to resuscitate him,' he said.

'I didn't know how long Michael was out or whatever happened. What they accused me of doing, putting him on a drip and leaving him alone, never happened. Without a doubt I was wrongly convicted.'

He has previously claimed he was treating Michael for insomnia during rehearsals for his comeback tour, This Is It.

In a TV interview, the former cardiologist said that Michael's last words to him was his begging and pleading to have some 'milk' - referring to Propofol.



Murray was jailed for four years and had his medical licence revoked after he was convicted of involuntary manslaughter in 2009.

The coroner in the case ruled that Michael's death was the result of 'acute propofol intoxication' in combination with sedatives.

He also revealed how the superstar was fixated on his baby son and would keep a picture of him in his bedroom where he looked at it every day.

The disgraced cardiologist said Michael was not allowed to spend time alone with the child.

Murray said he 'scrutinised' Michael's behaviour after the Thriller singer asked him to move next door with his partner, actress Nicole Alverez, and their children.

'I wanted to really scrutinise Michael and make sure he was safe because I had a young child, Che. When Michael met him, he loved the boy, he loved the picture,' he said.

'He kept the picture in his bedroom and moved it to the grand piano where he could look at it every day. He ran his fingers through his hair and said how beautiful his hair was.'

Murray said Michael once made a statement which could have been interpreted as something more sinister by 'anybody with a twisted mind'.

And when asked whether the singer was ever left alone with the baby, he said: 'No because the mother of my son would never allow that. Never.'

He said the disturbing collection of pornography - some of which depicted young boys - found at Michael's Neverland Ranch did not surprise him as this was the 'ordinary state of affairs'.

The former doctor, 63, said Michael collected dolls - but never embraced them for pornographic reasons as far as he was aware.

'I saw the images and I said to myself ‘oh my goodness what are they making of this'. This is a joke. If you walked into Michael’s bedroom it looked that way,' he told Daily Mail Australia.

'There were lots of dolls and lots of pictures of children that his fans gave to him. Some dolls he brought himself, he collected the items. But as far as using them for pornographic uses I did not see that.

'This was an ordinary state of affairs. He lived like this. He never embraced the dolls or did anything usual.'


Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/ar ... z4FWhH2tlf

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I DIDN'T KILL MJ ...
Blame His OTHER Docs!

Conrad Murray still insists he didn't have a hand in Michael Jackson's death -- despite his guilty conviction and 2 years in jail -- and even believes he wasn't the worst doctor in MJ's life.
Murray was on "TMZ Live" to talk about the new book he wrote about Michael, who was his patient and friend. But Murray claims Jackson concealed details about other drugs he was on -- besides the Propofol administered by Murray.
Watch the clip ... Murray refused to own up to having any role in Michael's homicide -- instead he backed up the bus over the late Dr. Arnold Klein.
By the way, Murray's claims about getting railroaded by the coroner and Propofol not being in Michael's system? Read the report ... he's got it wrong.
You can see the rest of the interview on Tuesday's "TMZ Live."
Source TMZ

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This is an abridged chapter from the book. Those of us who followed his trial can see the lies leaping from the pages. The paramedics should sue because he is so disparaging about them. In my humble opinion - I think Michael had already passed away and was beyond help when the paramedics arrived and quite rightly wanted to call it in as the patient having expired - Murray didn't want the death to be on his watch so told them he 'found a pulse'. Meant he could distance himself from the death and another doctor had to make the pronouncement. Karma can not come quickly enough for this piece of sh**.



JUNE 25TH, 2009, what a night it was, what a day it transpired to be, what an unbelievable catastrophe. A monumental disaster.
Ever since I came to Los Angeles to take care of Michael Jackson, things had changed. I came here thinking I’ll be with Michael and the three children during the day, but at nights I’ll go home to rest and be with family.
Instead the opposite happened. Michael did not only want me to be with him during the day, but he also wanted me to be with him every night.
The nights became sleepless for me, but not for Michael. Michael for the first time on my watch could be artificially sedated minimally with propofol for sleep, an agent he stated he had been using for years, especially when under pressure brought on during tours as an artist.
I, however, over weeks and months managed to convince him to let go of propofol, and we were successful in completely weaning the medicine as early as three days prior to June 25th. I thought it was a remarkable achievement, no more propofol for Michael!

It is important for me to repeat a few salient points about propofol.
Propofol is not an addictive substance. It is also not known to cause addiction, dependence, nor withdrawal symptoms in patients. Not one single case has been reported in the medical literature that confirms withdrawal from propofol, the reason being it does not cause drug addiction, as would be the case with opiates.
Propofol is not a street drug, you could not sell it for pennies on the street, no one would buy it and if someone wanted it for a hit or to get a high they’d be wasting time and money because it does not do any of that.
Michael was not addicted to propofol, he could not be. But it was still a drug that damaged his life in insidious ways.


What Michael was addicted to was Demerol, an opioid, an addictive agent on which he actually wrote a song.

If Michael had shared information of this perilous habit with me I would have made the effort to personally enrol him in a drug rehab program, but he never told me about it.
My mind was made up that night.
“I’m not going to see Michael, he’ll be fine and able to sleep on his own by the time he is through with rehearsals and takes the long drive home. It will be very late and he will also be exhausted.”
The flickering of lights on the ceiling faded away until I realised I had fallen asleep when suddenly I was awakened by the ringtone of my cellphone. It showed the number of brother Michael Amir, the personal assistant of Michael Jackson. It was 12:25AM on June 25th. I cringed, then answered, “yes, what do you want?”
He said, “Mr. Jackson will finish rehearsals in the next 10 minutes and he wanted to know if you’ll be at the house when he arrives.”
I said to him, “I was not planning to be there tonight, it’s already past midnight, this is ridiculous, I’m not a machine, l too need my rest, just like he does. I didn’t come to Los Angeles for this.”

Then after thinking of Michael and his tenuous state of affairs, his future hanging by a thread, I fretfully got up from bed to go to work.
I should have followed my intuition for once. I found tonight’s request very unreasonable because of the time, after midnight, I did not sign up for this. Not to help Michael Jackson go to sleep artificially every night.
I did not need this job, I was doing well on my own until both he and AEG duped me into closing the doors to my practices for this piece of shit. I’d rather have awakened to a call from Michael that night saying, “I’m tired, I got home late, I’m going to sleep, see you in the morning”, but that would be hoping for a miracle.
He was not yet at home, when I arrived, the time was around 1:00am.
I took a one litre bag of normal saline solution, spiked the bag of fluid with a single IV line then hung the bag of fluid on the IV pole. The bag of normal saline was prepared for IV hydration of Michael tonight following his rehearsals at the Staples Center.
When Michael danced in rehearsals or a show he could drop more than five pounds in a single session from sweating, hence the reason for mild rehydration.
After preparing the normal saline, I sat on a chair towards the left lower foot of his bed, awaiting his arrival. On the inside of the house, it was very still, the three children were asleep soundly in their rooms. Shortly after that, the tall lanky figure dressed in an orange trousers, black jacket and a black hat suddenly walked through the door. It was Michael!

The broad smile, lighting up his face, as on every other occasion he had seen me.

“Conrad, how are you?”
“I’m well.”
“Good to see you and thanks for coming.”
“You’re welcome Mike.”
“Hey Conrad, I’ll get a quick shower and come back to you, ok.”
“That will be fine.”
“Hey Conrad, have you had dinner, don’t forget I have the cook prepare a meal for you every day, and keep it in the warmer for you.”
“Yes Mike I’m aware of it, but you know I don’t like to eat so late at night.”
“I’ll have them prepare it anyway.”
“No problem Mike. So tell me Michael, how was rehearsal today?”
“I’d say it was ok, only got to about 50 per cent of my capacity. Fifty to sixty per cent seems to be all I can do.”
“What limits your performance? Are you having chest pains, shortness of breath, pains in your hip knees or feet during rehearsals?”
“No nothing like that. Conrad you think I’ll have a heart attack.”
“I can’t make that prediction Michael, but your risk for a heart attack is quite low. However, we all know nothing is impossible.”
“Yeah, I guess so! Ok, let me go and shower I’ll be right back.”

In a little while following the shower he came back in the room, dressed in his cotton pyjamas and imbued in his favourite cologne.
After Michael climbed into bed then I searched over his arms and legs to see where I could find a vein to attach his IV fluid tonight. Looks like the vein tonight will be on his left leg just below his left knee.
Next a condom catheter was placed over his penis and the catheter bag was strapped to his right leg and thigh. The condom catheter was used primarily for urinary incontinence and enuresis, which had become a long standing problem for him, secondary to benign prostatic hypertrophy.
Before starting pills for the problem, he would complain that he had to stand for hours to completely empty his bladder. Of course during road trips he carried plastic urinals, which he used for voiding when inside his vehicle. As you’d expect because of his celebrity status he could not use public restrooms, especially those at public rest stops.
The next thing I did was ask him to take one 10 milligram Valium tablet orally. We started talking more by then, because he kept very quiet whenever an IV catheter was being placed in him. Hopefully the Valium will soon take effect the conversation will slow and he’ll fall asleep.
This night though Michael appeared revved up, he was restless not anywhere close to sleep nor being himself. Something was different about him tonight, and I didn’t know what it was. I’m puzzled by his behaviour; but I can’t place my finger on the enigma.
Valium seems to have had zero effect on him, so I gave him two milligrams of Ativan intravenously (IV) and allowed it to circulate in his system for some time. But after waiting for a least an hour, there was no appreciable change noted in Michael, especially after which time those medicines should have shown their therapeutic effects.

Michael remained wide awake, restless, walking about the house, going in and out of the bedroom, talking and mumbling to himself and at times complaining to me that he had to get some sleep tonight, and telling me excitedly why sleep for him was necessary.
He thumbed through magazines to pass time and occasionally he asked for my input on some of the pictures of the women. We half chuckled at times, but I was waiting patiently to see the sleep effect of Valium and Ativan.
But, there was no effect seen from the medication. By this time Michael was growing more impatient and restless, his facial expression was grimacing and twisting, his eyes red and wide open, fully alert.
Where was the sleep he anticipated this night? I could see his racing thoughts turning in his mind. Then he got up, he wanted to go to his exclusive master bedroom, said he’ll be back soon.
I had some time to think about the next step while he was gone, “how do I help him to sleep tonight? Propofol use is now a thing of the past. He has been off it for three nights, we are not going to re-enter that road once travelled ... no more propofol”.
The room this night was the usual, when he would go to sleep with all the lights blazing every night. I would dim the lights only after he fell asleep.

This night however, there were no affirmations played, the loud music had to be toned down, but the lights were all lit and bright as usual since he was so restless and perpetually walking around.
The temperature in the bedroom was warm to his liking. The room was also very cavernous, his bed was an irregularly large king size, with an extra firm mattress that sat very low on the firm base board which was only a few inches off the floor.
Oh what a night it was! Hell night, a definite thriller night. After Michael came back to the bedroom he appeared to be getting even more revved up. I managed to convince him to lay once more in bed, after which I administered two milligrams of Versed IV and waited to see the effect if any, but after 20 minutes or so he was up and gone again boiling with frustration.
He just couldn’t keep still, then he came back and temporarily got back in bed. I asked him to dim the lights to about half the brightness. I applied a foot rub while to each other we tried speaking in softer tones, but he did not have that control tonight, even though he was generally soft spoken.
He just couldn’t lay still, could not relax, nor were there any signs of sleep in him tonight. He was like a hamster running on a wheel. He was in constant motion.
As the night progressed he gradually grew to look much like his image in his Thriller video. Michael was weird tonight, literally a zombie.
I said Michael, I don’t understand what is wrong with you tonight because after 10 milligrams of Valium, two milligrams of Ativan, and two milligrams of Versed you should be fast asleep. I know that I would be, you’re not acting normal, you’re wired and I can’t explain the source of your caffeine or the electricity.
Over the next four to five hours Michael’s desire for sleep gradually intensified. He became more and more restless, agitated, and looked as torn up as someone with a most scary and bizarre Halloween make over. He was Thriller in appearance for sure.
During those hours and up to the first couple of hours after daybreak he still could not sleep except for a 10-minute period when he appeared to doze off briefly, which was hours ago. But he was up again and immediately in motion.
During the latter hours of the night and into the early hours of the morning, say about 7:40am he received another two milligrams of Ativan and two milligrams of Versed alternating and separated by hours, but that too had no obvious effect on him.
He left again, took a longer than usual time to come back but he did. This time he was basically begging then came the tears; he begged and pleaded with me to give him some “milk”. Milk was the name he used for propofol.
“Conrad,” he said “if I don’t get to sleep, I can’t rehearse for the show. I won’t be able to go to England and perform, everything I have will be lost, you know that AEG has a tab that’s piling up against me. Even when I don’t go to rehearsals I’m charged for it. Help me Conrad, please help me! Just give me some milk so I could sleep, only after some sleep I would be able to function.”
We were now soundly into daylight,.
As Michael continued to beg and plead his case for sleep, I wished to myself that propofol had been a clear substance, because if it was, I would have given him a normal saline injection as a placebo and hope the placebo effect would mentally help him to relax and eventually get some sleep.
That was however impossible since normal saline is a clear liquid substance while propofol is not. Propofol is a whitish or milky appearing solution. The pressure was even greater at that point, last night was painfully long and challenging.
Nothing given him thus far was able to induce sleep, so taking his entire situation under consideration I relented and agreed to give him a very small amount of propofol “milk.” It was 25 milligrams of propofol pushed slowly intravenously over three to five minutes into the J-port of his normal saline IV line.
I prepared the propofol mixed with a small amount of lidocaine to avoid the burning sensation that is usually felt when propofol is infused into a small peripheral vein. I made sure that Michael was able to see the whitish mixture in the syringe because a dose that small from my perspective and clinical experience would not be expected to produce any sedation, or very little, if any at all.
I thought it would be almost like giving him a placebo, since it was so small a dose, but when he saw that he was getting the “milk” he might relax and drift into sleep, kind of a placebo effect.
By the time the five-minute slow infusion of propofol was completed, he surprisingly drifted slowly into sleep, but he was not snoring today which was something he usually did shortly after closing his eyes and falling asleep when propofol was administered by an infusion. It was an innocuous dose of propofol.
I was very surprised that he had fallen asleep, but at the same time very relieved from the pressure of last night, as well as being happy for him to eventually get some sleep.

Because Michael was not snoring after administering the small dose of propofol between 10:40 and 10:50am I monitored him for a longer period than would reasonably be expected of me. Time is its own antidote because of its very short half life. It is metabolised rapidly in the body. One would not expect to have a risk for a complication or apnoea after 10 minutes following propofol administration because of its rapid metabolism.
The telephone records showed that between 10:34 and 11:23am I did not use my cell phone, which also corresponds to the time that I told the police in my statement I was attending to Michael.
Michael was never abandoned by me and nothing that I gave him would have killed him or caused him harm.
After leaving Michael’s bedside following 35 minutes of direct monitoring I conducted multiple pieces of business in adjacent chambers within the master suite. I used my cell phone to call my offices in Las Vegas and Houston as well as to Stacey Howe, my office administrator of roughly 17 years.
I couldn’t wait to get out of the house, I said to myself. However, I intended to wait until around noon then I would wake up Michael, remove the IV normal saline from his leg, and encourage him to attend rehearsals that day.
Still having a little time to burn, I thought I’d call this girl, Sade Anding whom I befriended in Houston. She was a waitress at a pretty decent steak house. She had left me numerous messages over two weeks and I never called her back, this could be the opportunity for me to touch base with her. The call will be a short one, we never did have many extended conversations as I recalled.
I dialled Sade’s number, she came on the line within a couple of rings, we began to speak, I next wedged the phone between my right shoulder and neck, opened the strings to my beige linen trousers, pulled it down partially and started to pee. I didn’t think she would hear me taking a p*ss while she was on the phone.
After finishing I pulled up my pants tied up the strings and started my casual slow trek back towards Michael; I was still on the phone with Sade. As I walked back through the chambers and cleared the doorway between the dressing chamber and the master’s retreat, which was adjacent to the bedroom. I was getting closer to Michael now.
That is when I suddenly encountered the unexpected. Michael was laying differently on the bed, he also looked different, I picked up the pace towards him.
He was not in the same position as when I last saw him. His head was off the pillow, his body was shifted slightly down towards the foot of the bed and nearer the edge towards the right side of the bed.
He was still attached to a condom catheter, and on his right leg and slightly below the left knee he was attached to a clear bag of IV normal saline solution, that was hung from an IV pole.
The nasal prongs from his oxygen tank was off his face, and resting on the right side of his pillow on the bed, the pillow was no longer under his head as when last seen.
“Michael! Michael! Are you ok?”
Not a sound he was making, not a breath he was taking, not a single pulse, sustained or intermittent was truly discernible.
He was lifeless.
Shocked, in dismay, and disbelief, but with no timidity I began an assessment of him.
What the f**k happened here?
What did he do in my absence?
I therefore, immediately sprang into action and started cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR), immediately after confirming that he was pulseless. I started with chest compressions and an Ambu-Bag for minute ventilation.
I had to save him.
I had to save Michael.
I shortly thereafter changed from using the Ambu-Bag and attempted mouth to mouth ventilation because being a single operator it was easier to attempt resuscitation that way. Sade Anding might have heard the inaudible sounds she described as someone coughing during her sworn testimony, it could have been me, but once I found Michael in that lifeless state, my focus was all or none to help him, so I sprung into immediate action to do whatever it took to help him survive this crisis.
This battle he must win. Sade was the least of my concerns at that moment.
As I worked feverishly on Michael, I may have even placed myself in danger of having a heart attack, because I developed symptoms in the attempt to resuscitate him, but I did not quit, nor give in to my concern.
I however, kept hoping and looking towards the bedroom door that someone would show up especially after I spoke to Michael Amir and told him I had an emergency, please send security. I could have been screaming for help at the top of my voice, but from that deeply cavernous master bedroom, no one would hear me.
In the process of heroically attempting to resuscitate Michael I developed for the first time in my entire existence chest pains and shortness of breath that felt like cardiac at the time I was performing CPR. I remember thinking then that I was going to die myself.
I hopelessly stared in the vicinity of the doorway more times than I could count. Every time hoping for a miracle that someone would knock, someone would show up, but there were no knocks and no one showed up.
I also remembered staring at the black house phone on the night stand while I continued CPR, beading in perspiration, and recalling that not a single telephone land line was functional in that house. It was extremely difficult working relentlessly on Michael as a lone operator not knowing where to find help, nevertheless, I couldn’t give up on him, not unless I physiologically collapsed or my body quitted involuntarily against my volition.
I finally had no choice but to run downstairs using the back stairwell searching for help from any adult I could find, because no one came to my rescue, that’s when I had to leave Michael alone and run downstairs screaming for help. After attempting CPR unsuccessfully I’d say for at least five to seven minutes, I’m not able to give an accurate account of the loss of time to get help during the crisis.
By the time security arrived, the first one on the scene was Alberto Alvarez. Trailing immediately behind and keeping up the pace with Alberto were both Paris and Prince who ran into the room almost simultaneously with him. Paris shouted “daddy, daddy”, and broke down in tears as she pushed her way deeper into the room barely passing Alberto.
Prince was running right behind Paris, he broke his stride as he entered the room, he appeared to be in total shock. He had tears in his eyes but I don’t recall him making a sound.

Before any of them could get close to me or Michael I shouted to Alberto Alvarez, please usher the children out of the room, and not have them see their father like this. He quickly grabbed them by their arms and escorted them out of the room.
I shouted to him, “Did you call 911?”
“Not yet. I’m going to call them now.”
He took out his cell phone from the inner pocket of his jacket, and placed the call to 911. When the operator answered the phone, Alvarez was like a cripple, and stammering, he did not know a thing about his boss. He could not answer simple questions based on what he was seeing on the scene.
I had to perform CPR alone during this time, then shout the answers to the 911 operator questions to Alberto across the room so that he could transfer the information to the 911 operator.
Before I give the details of what happened in the bedroom after paramedics arrived, let me preface it with the following statement. When someone calls 911 during an emergency, except for the blasting horns of sirens and flashing lights on emergency vehicles, you just don’t know what else you’re guaranteed to get. You hope for the best.
That was the same as in Michael’s case, but had he wished or prayed for a good, not an excellent group, just a good group to appear on the scene, his prayers were definitely not answered this summer day.
And let me also say that I’ve had the honour to work with excellent paramedics and other medical personnel as a physician, but in this particular case, this was a poor example of greatness, pardon my directness.
They had no difficulty intubating Michael. But beyond that task, absolutely nothing else was done successfully for that man by paramedics, especially during the next 25 to 30 minutes following intubation. And after doing nothing except milling around aimlessly and fumbling, they wanted to pronounce him dead at the scene, based on a Los Angeles “timed protocol.”
I was furious and foaming in rage.
“What do you mean call it? You guys have not done a single thing to impress upon me that you treated him effectively since you arrived. Your attempt sucked! You lost his IV access when moving him to the floor, and you took another 20 to 25 minutes before you could replace it, then you gave him an insufficient half ass amount of medicines after 25 minutes on the scene and decided to call it a day only because you have to follow protocol.
And finally you placed an IV line in his neck and want to use this to feign off your weak clinical skills, as if you did something for him. I save lives in critical states every day, and what you’ve done today is what I consider a pathetic effort. Get UCLA ER physicians on the line for me now! I’m assuming care and responsibility to take him to the nearest tertiary medical care centre with your help to transport him!”
The ER physician at UCLA agreed to relinquish and transferred care to me, I said to her prepare for us we are on our way to you.
The battle to keep him alive was far from over, to give him a fair chance of survival, and to save him just got more intense. I was not going to allow Michael to receive less than the maximum heroic measures, if it meant there was a chance for his survival, I was going to make sure, he got that chance. I was not ready to give up nonchalantly, nor to lose him, not this way. I wanted him to be around for his children.
After giving him more bicarbonate, epinephrine and atropine, chest compressions continued, he was still pulseless as when I first found him. He was transferred from his bedroom to the ambulance that was parked in the front yard. As we descended the stairs with him on the gurney, I followed last in line but immediately behind, keeping it all in sight.
I remembered on the last descent of stairs I looked towards my left side, towards the black grand piano and saw the children standing holding their nanny, their arms was bracing some part of her garment, and her arms holding them all.
The mood in the house was totally sombre. Anguish filled the air, a sight not to be forgotten.
I still couldn’t believe it might be the last time he would be leaving that residence and might not be coming back, the fate of which was also the same for me, I’ve never been back to that home, and have no desire to do so.

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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/tanya-...b_1076587.html

Some snippets of it:
The witnesses testified that Dr. Murray was the most attentive and caring doctor they ever had. They told of how Dr. Murray’s skill, as a cardiologist, altered the course of their lives in a positive way and in some cases, saved their lives. It was during the character witnesses’ testaments to Dr. Murray’s humane characteristics and great skill that Murray began to cry. He was touched - it appeared. However, I found it ironic that he was never moved to tears when the naked, dead body of Michael Jackson was displayed on the autopsy gurney. He remained stoic when testimony of Michael’s daughter screaming and crying by the side of their dead father’s body was given. He was unfazed when Michael’s intoxicated, slurring voice was heard detailing his loneliness, his pain as a child and his life-long struggle to fit in. Dr. Murray’s tears were sincere but they only seem to fall when the focal point of the story was Conrad Murray.

The greatest support for my unwavering perception of Conrad Murray’s selfish character, were his actions when he entered Michael Jackson’s bedroom while speaking on the phone with one of his girlfriends. When Conrad Murray realized that Michael Jackson was dead, he went into “Me First” mode. I have lived through the same type of narcissistic “cover-up” behavior first hand in another high profile case in which I was intimately involved. I am repulsed by Conrad Murray’s actions. Similar to the case in which I was involved, Dr. Murray also “pretended” to give CPR to Michael Jackson when the head of security, Alberto Alverez walked into the room. He also put on a charade in the presence of Michael Jackson’s assistant when he gave Michael Jackson mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. We now know, from trial testimony, that Michael had already been dead for up to 20 minutes when Alverez and Williams entered the bedroom. We also know, according to Murray’s police statement, that he immediately attempted to give Michael CPR when he entered into the room and found him non-responsive. Therefore, his act in front of Alverez and Williams was a disgusting, thought-out sham in an attempt to cover-up his killing of Michael Jackson. What type of man gives CPR and mouth-to-mouth to a knowingly dead victim, just for show: A narcissistic, selfish, sick individual like Conrad Murray.

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http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/mic ... 39c23eb009


Michael Jackson’s Physician Conrad Murray: A Celebrity Killer By Any Other Name By Raven Woods

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How Does Jackson’s Death Rank Among Celebrity Homicides? The Media Indicates A Disturbing Double Standard






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On December 8, 1980 Mark David Chapman shot four hollow-point bullets into the back of John Lennon, killing him nearly instantly. For that crime, Chapman received a sentence of twenty years to life. Since 1980, Chapman has been up for parole eight times. In every instance, his parole has been denied. Despite obvious issues with mental illness and the fact that at least in the last few years he has shown some degree of genuine remorse for his crime, Chapman remains behind bars to this day, as arguably he should. After all, he took the life of a husband and father-a father who still had a young son to raise. And he took the life of someone that millions of people all over the world loved.


Mark David Chapman Remains Behind Bars For The Murder Of John Lennon. He Has Been Denied Parole Eight Times.




On June 25th, 2009, Conrad Murray injected a needle into the arm of Michael Jackson and injected him with a massive, lethal overdose of the anesthetic Propofol. For that crime, Murray received a sentence of four years, of which he served only two. Since that time, Murray has displayed no ounce of remorse for his actions but, rather, has continued to blame his victim while constantly using the platform granted to him by the media for purposes of profit, self promotion and self aggrandizement. Conrad Murray, also, took the life of a father who still had three small children to raise; who was the beloved son of an elderly mother and who also had millions of people all over the world who loved him.


Conrad Murray, Released After Serving Only Two Years, Has Written A Smarmy Tell-All Book On His Victim And Is In Talks For A Reality TV Show




Do you see something wrong with this picture? If not, I urge you to undertake some hard soul searching to understand what forces have shaped your values. Of course I understand there were different, mitigating circumstances of these two crimes. One was a cold blooded, premeditated murder. The other took place under far murkier circumstances, and although prosecutors had initially pushed for a second degree murder charge for Conrad Murray, they ultimately went with the lesser charge of involuntary manslaughter-a charge that would be much easier to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. As to the degree of possible premeditation involved, we can only leave that for the conspiracy theorists. There is certainly no proof that Conrad Murray intended to kill Michael Jackson that morning or that he acted with premeditated malice. But the end result was the same. The coroner ruled Jackson’s death a homicide. If you look at the coroner reports of both musicians, you can clearly see that both deaths fell under the same classification.

New York City Department of Records

Close-up of John Lennon’s Death Certificate Showing The Official Coroner Ruling

Los Angeles County Department of Medical Examiner

Coroner Medical Report On Michael Jackson, Showing “Homicide” As The Official Cause Of Death Ruling

Of course, Determining to what degree of homicide both fell under is, of course, the difference between a twenty year to life prison term vs. a four year jail term with two years lopped off due to overcrowding and “good behavior.” But it also points to something else as well, and that is the standard by which we measure an act of homicide-especially, we might argue, celebrity homicides. Really, who gets to determine if bullets are a more legit weapon of choice than the injection of a potentially lethal substance? Murder is still murder. But while Chapman continues to deservedly languish in prison, Conrad Murray has been living reportedly quite handsomely in Florida, and lately has been all over the news and in the tabloids, smugly promoting his new “tell all” memoir about the patient he killed and is now, apparently, in talks for a reality TV spot on Britain’s version of “I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!”

While many in the media have expressed their personal belief that Murray’s actions are despicable, there remains nevertheless a disturbing double standard in the way the respective crimes of Conrad Murray as opposed to Mark Chapman or Yolanda Saldivar (still serving out a life sentence without possibility of parole for the murder of Selena) have and continue to be handled. Let’s imagine for a moment that it is Mark Chapman or Yolanda Saldivar, writing a memoir about their victims John Lennon or Selena; imagine it is one of these fine folks getting the media blitz treatment and being offered spots on reality TV shows. Would we not expect to hear a public outrage? You’re damned right we would hear it! And lest anyone wants to start up the usual babble about how “fanatical” and “overprotective” Michael Jackson’s fans are, consider how fans of Selena reacted last year at the mere rumor that her killer might be up for an early parole!
Conrad Murray’s trashy memoir is only the latest outrage from a man who, if there was any justice in the world, would still be serving out the four year sentence he was given (or at the very least would only just now be coming out).It was a sentence that by Judge Pastor’s own admission was inadequate for the crime that was committed.The man is a convicted felon. Michael Jackson’s death was ruled a homicide at his hands. Murray’s trial firmly established no less than seventeen egregious violations of medical care that led directly to the death of Michael Jackson. Those seventeen violations were introduced into the court proceedings by expert witness Dr. Steven Shafer, and were instrumental in the eventual sentencing of Conrad Murray. Those violations were as follows:
1.The lack of the basic emergency airway equipment.
2.The lack of the advanced emergency airway equipment.
3.The lack of suction apparatus.
4.The lack of an IV infusion pump.
5.The lack of alarmed pulse oximetry.
6.The failure to use a blood pressure cuff.
7.The lack of an electrocardiogram.
8.The lack of carpnography
9.The failure to maintain a doctor-patient relationship.
10.The failure to continuously monitor the mental status of the patient.
11.The failure to continuously monitor the breathing of the patient.
12.The failure to continuously monitor blood pressure and pulse oximetry, and to have heart monitors.
13.The failure to call 911 immediately.
14.The failure to chart at the outset of the procedure (egregious and unconscionable).
15.The failure to maintain written informed consent (egregious and unconscionable).
16.The failure to document throughout the course of sedation (egregious and unconscionable).
17.The failure to disclose to both the paramedics and UCLA the use of propofol and what Murray witnessed at the arrest.

Murray’s televised sentencing was handed down with one of the harshest admonitions from a judge I have ever heard.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rAhCOtX_2rg
And yet, for all of this, the media treatment of Conrad Murray has been frustratingly mixed to sympathetic. Mostly he has been handled with kid gloves. Often portrayed as a remorseless egomaniac and sociopath at the height of the trial, public memory-as well as that of the media-has been disturbingly short sighted in regard to this man’s crimes. While other convicted criminals are lambasted for even a hint of profiting off their crimes, no one in the past two years seems to have any qualms about giving Conrad Murray a platform. Part of this stems from the fact that the media, from the time of Jackson’s death, has persisted in casting his death into the same narrative as other drug related celebrity deaths, rather than as a homicide per se. In this way, it becomes much easier to blame the victim for his own demise, or to say, “Well, if it hadn’t been Conrad Murray it would have been somebody else.” But to make these kinds of arguments is to ignore the facts of this case. Let’s not cast aside the reasons this man was investigated, charged, put on trial and convicted in the first place. The medical coroner had ruled, after the initial investigation, that Michael Jackson could not possibly have self-administered the lethal injection that killed him. Judge Pastor stated clearly at the time of Murray’s sentencing that this was not a mere case of medical malpractice, nor was it a simple case of “Oops, I made a mistake.” This was a complete violation of even the minimum standards of medical care, and of reckless action that led directly to a loss of life.

And let’s not forget this was the man who had to be severely chastised by Judge Pastor during the time he was on trial for releasing a documentary to MSNBC that he said would “tell his side of the story and clear his name.” The problem was that Murray had refused to testify under oath at his own trial. A defendant has that right, of course. But many interpreted this refusal as a sign that he did not want to be cross examined, perhaps knowing his story would not hold up under cross examination. He also refused to testify during Katherine Jackson’s trial against AEG, even though doing so could have possibly exonerated him if indeed there was more to tell and he truly was just a fall guy, as many believed and as he himself has hinted on many occasions. Yet in every instance, Conrad Murray swore to silence. One reason his MSNBC documentary Michael Jackson & The Doctor: A Fatal Friendship was so severely chastised by Judge Pastor was for that very reason. It seemed a cheesy exploitation by Conrad Murray to tell his side of the story without the risks of testifying in court, under oath. Four years later, he is still up to the same old tricks-only this time with the benefit of a publicist on his side. This man only talks when dollar signs beckon. And in the two years since he was prematurely released due to “overcrowding and good behavior” he has been taking advantage of the media’s short memories to once again peddle himself as a poor innocent caught in the middle of the hailstorm that was Michael Jackson’s chaotic life.

That trend just reached a new nadir this week with the pending release of Murray’s long threatened “tell all” memoir This Is It for which apparently he is being compensated quite handsomely by UK rags The Daily Mirror and The Sunday Mirror (and, of course, it goes without saying that these “revelations” are then going to be picked up and spread throughout the western media).
Among some of the more outrageous claims are that Jackson wanted to marry actress Emma Watson when she was only eleven and his god daughter Harriet Lester when she was only five; that his disease vitiligo was a PR stunt, and that he and Jackson routinely visited hookers together. In the latest bit of titillation, he merely recycles an age-old tabloid rumor about Jackson having received hormone injections at thirteen to keep his voice high (I guess that explains, then, how Jackson’s natural speaking voice got so deep!). He regurgitates nonsense about Jackson wanting a brain transplant to “rid himself of unwanted memories” which sounds like something concocted straight out of the pages of The National Enquirer. I have heard on good faith that he even regurgitates long debunked tabloid myths such as Jackson sleeping in a hyperbaric chamber and that he had no nose (a fact disproven by Jackson’s autopsy report).
These kinds of stories would be almost laughable and certainly ignore-worthy as tabloid junk always is, except that Murray’s salacious stories of Jackson wanting to marry children comes hot on the heels of all those screaming false headlines regarding Jackson’s “stockpile” of child porn. Needless to say, no such “stockpile” ever existed but that is beside the point because the tabloid media does not deal in reality. It is the deliberate juxtapositioning of those damaging headlines, popping up in search engines now every single time Michael Jackson’s name is googled, that has created the near perfect picture of a dangerous child predator. Switching the focus of the sex from male to female children makes no difference, other than perhaps adding to the confusion and delusion of a public still grappling to try to understand just who exactly was this man Michael Jackson, anyway! Unfortunately, if anyone thinks they are going to get those answers from the man who first betrayed his trust and then ultimately killed him, they are sadly mistaken.

So let’s start by busting Conrad Murray’s most obvious and egregious lie. Harriet Lester was fifteen at the time of Jackson’s planned concert series in London in 2009, and Emma Watson was almost twenty. Many fans were quick to pounce on this obvious discrepancy of Murray’s story as given in the teaser article,so that by the time the first installment was printed, the story was modified to acknowledge the actual ages of Watson and Lester in 2009. However, the story then had Jackson supposedly “confessing” to Murray that he had “fallen in love” with Emma Watson back when she was in the Harry Potter movie in 2001 and with Harriet Lester from the time she was five.
The problem here is several fold. First of all, Murray is making speculations about things he has no first hand knowledge of. He was not in Jackson’s life at the time these supposed “crushes” were initiated. We certainly don’t know if Jackson ever told him any such thing. The Lesters themselves have denied the story. With Jackson no longer here to deny the story, and no witnesses to corroborate it, the story’s entire credibility rests with the one who is spinning it. But this is coming from a man whose credibility was shot to pieces when he lied repeatedly to the police in order to cover himself after Jackson’s death (he lied about having given Jackson Propofol; he lied about the timeline of events, and several more discrepancies were revealed in the course of his trial) . Even if we played devil’s advocate and assumed for a moment that maybe-just maybe-Jackson trusted this man enough as a friend to reveal such a confession, then it still begs a very disturbing question about Murray’s loyalty and status as an alleged :friend,” the card he loves most to play when being interviewed about Jackson. Let’s not forget that this was the man-the supposed “friend”-who also recorded a sedated Jackson in a very slurred and vulnerable state, for no goodly purpose except for the intention of exploiting him at some point down the road (he may not have planned exactly when or how he was going to go about this exploitation, but as Judge Pastor pointed out, there was no other earthly possible or justifiable reason for the existence of that recording). The recording sent shock waves throughout the media, as most could not believe the sheer audacity of a doctor recording his own patient (famous or not) for the seemingly sheer purpose of exploiting him at some opportune time down the road.
Shock And Universal Condemnation Of Murray Followed The Revealing Of This Audio Tape Recording In Court-But Memories Are Short
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WbvnhXx9naw
But Murray’s story does have some precedence, which could have been the possible genesis for Murray’s claims. They are in many ways remarkably similar to Jackson’s own account of his early infatuation with Lisa Marie Presley (they first met at a Jackson 5 show in Las Vegas when she was seven and he was seventeen) and as he revealed candidly in their interview with Diane Sawyer, he never quite forgot her even though he didn’t press for a formal introduction until she was eighteen (Lisa Marie was 26 when she married Jackson in 1994). The only thing he told Diane Sawyer about their early childhood meeting was that “I thought she was sweet” and obviously he never forgot her-but there was no romance until their friendship was rekindled in adulthood in the early 1990’s.

In The Couple’s 1995 Interview With Diane Sawyer, Jackson Talked About His Early Infatuation With Lisa Marie
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H5xxK7ad-zg
I’m not bringing this up to lend credibility to Murray’s story-far from it. I’m only offering it as a means of providing some much needed context for these ridiculous claims. Judging from all of the media reports I have seen, Murray’s book appears to be nothing but a bunch of outright fabrications and, at best, half-cocked theories and speculations he formed in his own mind during the very brief time he was serving as Jackson’s physician. For example, the story that Jackson received hormone injections at thirteen to delay puberty was spun in some of the headlines as if Murray was presenting an actual fact he had learned first hand from Jackson himself (for the record, that has been one of the oldest tabloid stories circulated about Michael Jackson, and Murray knows this). But upon actually reading the content, it turns out that Jackson never told Murray any such thing at all. Murray only intimates that Jackson started to tell him about something very traumatic that had happened to him in his teens but then shut down and didn’t say more (probably, we can assume, his better intuition telling him this was a snake not to be trusted). So, in the absence of whatever it was Jackson might have intended to tell him, it is Conrad Murray who then draws his own conclusions that this traumatic event Jackson intimated must have been-yep, you guessed it!-hormone treatments!

Except there is a huge problem with this theory. As it turns out, the type of injections Murray was referring to did not even exist until 1985! It seems Murray may be basing his claims off of a story that circulated from a French doctor in 2011 but even Alain Branchereau’s theory is a fallible one. For starters, Jackson’s autopsy report confirmed he was an intact male. Granted, chemical castration would have still left him physically intact, perhaps rendering the autopsy report a moot argument. But there are other gaping holes in this theory as well. For example, none of these theories seem to take into account that such treatments would have also stunted his physical growth (Jackson, as we know, grew to a normal height of 5’9 for an adult male). Such theories also fail to take into account that Jackson’s natural speaking voice was not unnaturally high, even though he adopted a high speaking voice early in his adult career as a kind of affectation (in Jackson’s mature years, he tended to use his natural speaking voice a lot more in public. Listen, for example, to his speaking voice during his speech at his Superbowl halftime performance in 1993 and to his spoken segment during this concert clip of “In the Closet” from 1996:
We also have evidence of him singing in this much lower register, which he used on several recordings.

“2,000 Watts” Was A Track Recorded For Jackson’s Invincible Album In Which He Sings In His Natural Register
Additionally, we have the statements of many of his friends and close associates who were often “tricked” by Jackson’s ability to speak in an uncharacteristically low voice (one of his favorite pranks, it has been said, was to answer the phone or his intercom with a shockingly deep “Hello”). And lastly, even Conrad Murray’s own recording of Jackson speaking was partly so shocking to many because the voice-according to many journalists who listened to the tape- sounded more like Joe Jackson than that of Michael Jackson! But the most damaging hole in this theory, aside from the fact that such hormone treatments did not yet even exist when Jackson was thirteen, is that the voices of real castratos sound nothing like the adult Michael Jackson! By contrast to the voices of real castratos, Jackson’s was merely the voice of a normal, adult male singer with a three octave range, similar to that of Roy Orbison, Barry Gibb and other male singers who tend to favor their higher range. To put it shortly, the voice that gave us “Billie Jean” and “Dirty Diana” was definitely no castrato!

The Voice Of An Actual Castrato Bears No Resemblance To The Voice That Gave Us “Billie Jean”:
But in reading between the lines, the whole book seems to come across just that way, with Murray merely drawing his own conclusions and speculations about every aspect of Jackson’s life, almost as if he entered Jackson’s life with a mindset that had already been shaped by every tabloid story he had ever read-and then merely looked for anything that appeared to confirm them. Additionally, while I do not doubt that Jackson probably did grow close to Murray and may have confided to him on occasion-after all, this was the man responsible for putting him to sleep every night for two months-it is highly doubtful they were as close as Murray claims. Murray, after all, was hired to do a job. He was not Jackson’s BFF, no more than were his security guards or any other member of his staff. Conrad Murray, it would seem, has simply fallen under the same delusion that characterizes so many of those who came and went during Jackson’s life, all of whom (even if their acquaintance was for all of five minutes) became convinced they were his closest friend and confidante.



If anything, Javon Beard and Bill Whitfield, Jackson’s hired security during this period, were a lot closer to him than Conrad Murray. As his hired security, it was they, for example, who were responsible for his excursions if he wanted to go out on the town (and, indeed, they described in their own book, Remember The Time, how they often assisted him in setting up his secret dates and rendezvous with women at various hotels; this part is not total fabrication, but these were apparently prearranged dates with women he knew well; not random strip club excursions). To say that Jackson frequented strip clubs and visited hookers is not in itself particularly damning-truth be told, this would make him no different than all the other hordes of male musicians who have historically and routinely indulged in groupies and casual sexual excursions, and I highly doubt there is anyone who would think less of him as an artist or man for such human foibles. But as to whether these excursions actually happened, much less that Murray accompanied him, remain debatable hearsay at best. While Jackson often did don disguises to go out in public (this is not exactly secret stuff here!) it would seem there is no real purpose for dishing such stories publicly except for the goal of embarrassment.

The Ravages Of Vitiligo Are Clearly Visible On Jackson’s Arms In This Photo

Conrad Murray also claims in his book that Michael Jackson lied about having vitiligo, the skin disease that turned him “white.” Of course, he refers to the “bleaching cream” Jackson used and that he witnessed Jackson using during the time he was with him. However, all of this information came out during Murray’s trial and it is no secret what Jackson was using. The “cream” that Conrad Murray keeps referring to- as if it is some deep, guarded, mysterious secret- is simply monobenzone, better known by its brand name Benoquin, a prescription bleaching cream that is part of the treatment regimen for vitiligo sufferers who desire to even out their splotchy skin tone. The question of whether Jackson did or did not have this disease should have been laid to rest when it, too, was confirmed via his official autopsy report. Although Jackson was very careful throughout most of his life to keep his splotchy skin hidden from public view, there can be no doubt-judging from many of the photos that have circulated both before and since his passing-that something was definitely amiss with Jackson’s skin. While he usually managed to keep his face, hands and other exposed areas an even tone, his torso, legs and other areas normally hidden beneath clothing revealed a different story.
However, there are still some who stubbornly cling to the theory that the discoloration of Jackson’s skin must have nevertheless been due to some kind of self-induced chemical vitiligo, perhaps brought on by years of abusing creams like Benoquin to achieve the desired effect. However, such theories are neither medically feasible nor credible. Michael Jackson did not simply become “white” like a caucasian. Those who ever met or saw him in person have described his skin invariably as being “paper white” and translucent (Oprah Winfrey stated that you could see straight through to the blue veins). He could not be in direct sunlight. These are all indicative of someone with vitiligo who routinely uses monobenzone to treat the condition.
Benoquin was prescribed to Jackson to treat his vitiligo. He had been using the cream since the late 1980’s when all other methods of treating and controlling the disease’s advancement had failed.



Benoquin can only be prescribed to those with vitiligo, and what’s more, is only effective for those already afflicted with vitiligo! Earlier this year, a very informative article by John E. Harris was posted on the Vitiligo Clinic & Research Center website which should certainly clear up the mystery, lest there remain any lingering doubt as to why Michael Jackson was using Benoquin. For Murray, a physician, to claim ignorance about this drug is unconscionable.

I could go on debunking all of the lies of Conrad Murray’s book that have been circulating lately in the media, but I think where we really have to look is beyond those salacious headlines to the real source of the problem, and that is the fact that this man is being given a platform at all in which to dish dirt on his patient and victim.

Even from jail, Conrad Murray was often granted interviews by the likes of TMZ and CNN. In 2013, he was issued a cease and desist letter from the estate of Michael Jackson warning that legal action would be taken against him if he continued in his pursuit of profiting off his crime against Mr. Jackson.

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Cease And Desist Letter To Conrad Murray from The Estate Of Michael Jackson, Dated 2013

The letter followed a particularly tasteless interview in November of 2013 in The Daily Mail, in which Murray repeatedly violated doctor/patient confidentiality (and HIPPA laws) by disclosing indiscreet details about Jackson’s issues with incontinence and other private details that should never have gone beyond the room where they occurred.

Conrad Murray’s actions, both past and current, are clearly a violation of both HIPPA laws and the Son Of Sam law which prohibits convicted criminals from making a profit from their crimes, particularly in the form of books, movies or paid interviews to discuss the crime or the victim. In this case, however, Murray has found several convenient loopholes that have enabled him to sneakily circumvent these troublesome issues. For starters, Michael Jackson was a public figure, and a public figure for whom many “tell all” books have already been written by former friends, associates, employees, girlfriends, and just about every other type of hanger-on one could imagine-including, yes, other doctors. The Son of Sam law, unfortunately, is very narrowly defined in its legal definition. It only means that a convicted criminal cannot profit directly from his or her crime. There is nothing stating, however, that he or she cannot discuss events prior to the crime, or their relationship with the deceased. Also, it is primarily a United States law that doesn’t necessarily extend to all countries. In Murray’s case, it seems he has conveniently circumvented that troublesome issue by finding a publisher outside of the United States in Australia. He has also circumvented these legalities by latching onto an Australian publicist, Max Markson, a man apparently so desperate for clients in order to salvage his troubled business that even the prospect of taking on a convicted killer with a cease and desist order against him has no fazing effect. But then, Markson was also the same publicist who tried inanely last year to profit off the video of the police shooting of Walter Scott!

The story now takes on an even more disturbing twist. Last week, Michael Jackson’s fans and family were outraged to learn that Markson is in talks with ITV to land his client a spot on the U.K. reality TV show “I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!” For those unfamiliar with the premise, “I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here” is a “Survivor”-esque premise that places several “D” list celebrities in a remote locale, where they must overcome many obstacles and challenges in order to keep from being voted off each week. The experience also tests their abilities to work well with their fellow contestants, and as an aside, provides plenty of opportunities for the cast members to fight, vent, and ultimately bond with each other-as well as the viewing audience. In the past, the show has provided many opportunities for formerly disgraced celebrities and politicians to somewhat redeem their reputations. However, it is one thing to sign on a celebrity with a checkered past. If the talks to sign Murray go through, however, it will mark a new low for the series-the first time to feature a convicted felon whose crime was the taking of the life of a far more beloved celebrity.

To quote journalist Charles Thomson, Conrad Murray is only famous for killing someone. He is famous for the same reason that Charles Manson, Yolanda Saldivar, and Mark David Chapman are famous-which is to say, we know their names because of their crimes, and because they killed famous people. It doesn’t mean we want to see them getting paid to romp in the jungle or on a deserted island. And again, if such talks to put any of those killers on the show were even in the works, I am sure the outrage would deafen the ears of ITV!

Make no mistake about it, Conrad Murray killed Michael Jackson. Just because he shot a needle into him instead of bullets does not make his crime any less horrendous. Perhaps he does not deserve a prison sentence on a par with someone like Mark David Chapman or Charles Manson who committed their crimes in cold blood. But nor does that mean he should be given free reign to continue further victimizing the man he killed or his family. He certainly does not deserve to be treated like a celebrity, or to be allowed to further profit off of Michael Jackson’s name. I think most would agree that he has done enough damage already. He took the man’s life. Since that time, he has shown zero remorse for his actions and continues to bedazzle journalists everywhere with his unceasing delusions that he is still, somehow, in spite of all of this, a misunderstood hero and victim. Yet his trial revealed him to be neither.During the course of that trial, we saw a man who continuously lied about important details of the crime in order to cover his tracks, who continuously defied the Hippocratic oath, who systematically poisoned Jackson’s system every night for a solid two months, who refused to testify under oath and yet defied the orders of the court by releasing a tell-all documentary about his crime, and since then has managed by every means conceivable to continue profiting off his crime through whatever legal loopholes he can manage.

Conrad Murray’s motivation is abundantly clear. The death of Michael Jackson cost him his medical career, his livelihood, and for a brief while, his freedom. I am sure that when he was hired as Jackson’s personal physician, he must have had delusions of grandeur about the wealth and prestige his position would bring him. Instead, Michael Jackson died on his watch. The good times for Dr. Murray came to a crashing halt-and so did the money. Since that time, he has been on an obvious campaign to “get even” for everything he seems to feel that Michael Jackson took from him. This is the equivalent of Mark David Chapman stating that it is John Lennon’s fault that his life has been ruined! Let that sink in for a minute.
For the media, ITV, publicists and book publishers to continue allowing him free reign to continue his campaign of his victim beyond the grave is reprehensible. To continue providing him avenues and means by which to circumvent United States laws where he is held accountable for the crime he committed here is even more unconscionable.

On second thought, why not release Charles Manson or Mark David Chapman and allow them a guest spot on “I’m A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here?” At least either of them would be far more honest, and-in the case of Manson, at least-certainly more entertaining. However, there is a good reason why these people remain behind bars. Aside from the fact that all of them still present a danger to society, it also says something about the special regard with which we hold our idols. They represent much more than just the people who have entertained us. They are the people in whom we have invested our own hopes, dreams, desires and ambitions. It is always tragic when we lose a beloved entertainer prematurely. But when we lose them due to the direct and callous actions of another, their death can trigger a lot more than just a sense of mourning. Along with that mourning comes the unfathomable anger and sense of hopelessness that this, somehow, could have been prevented. That it didn’t have to happen. Losing those we love to an act of homicide leaves more than just sorrow and shock in its wake-it also awakens a sense of justifiable bloodlust. We want to see justice served, and the last thing we are prepared to tolerate is to see these people profiting from their crimes. In one of his too many recent interviews, Conrad Murray had the gall to state that his book is a “gift” to Michael Jackson’s fans. Rest assured, the only “gift” Jackson’s fans want from this man is for him to accept responsibility for his crime and to move on with his life.


Absolutely amazing article. Spot on.

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Dr Conrad :???: :???: :???: :???: :???:

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Michael Jackson’s personal physician explains how he was ‘unjustly accused’ in death

Dr. Conrad Murray, convicted of involuntary manslaughter, now tells his own story about the tragic death of pop star Michael Jackson. (Associated Press/File)

By Eric Althoff - The Washington Times - Tuesday, August 9, 2016

When Michael Jackson entreated Conrad Murray to be his personal physician in 2008, the Grenada-born cardiologist — having no idea what infamy lay before him less than a year later — gave a two-word response to the King of Pop: “Can do.”

Mr. Murray recalled to The Washington Times the late singer’s pitch for him to move from Houston to California: “I just want you; I’ve been watching you.”
Though he believed himself to be vastly overqualified and had a thriving private practice, Mr. Murray accepted Jackson’s invitation to tend to him as he prepared for “This Is It,” a concert series scheduled for London’s O2 Arena — the singer’s self-described “final curtain call.” Mr. Murray was excited about the prospect of a lighter workload and promised himself to use the extra downtime to study Rosetta Stone language programs.

“The only reason why I took [the] job was [because] Michael Jackson wanted to be a doctor, not a singer,” Mr. Murray said. “He was intrigued with medical science.”
For his services, Mr. Murray was paid $150,000 a month, according to Biography.com.

The dream ended June 25, 2009, after Mr. Murray began administering an infusion of the anesthetic propofol and returned from the restroom to find his patient not breathing. Despite his efforts — as well as those of first responders — Jackson never regained consciousness and died on the way to the hospital from his Los Angeles home.

It was the final act of a much-publicized life as noteworthy for its highs as for its tabloid-feeding lows. Jackson, a star since boyhood, was just 50.
Mr. Murray was convicted of involuntary manslaughter in 2011 and served two years at a Los Angeles County jail.
“The wounds are still fresh,” Mr. Murray said of the 7-year-old incident. “It takes time to heal.”
In his new book, “This Is It!: The Secret Lives of Dr. Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson,” the former doctor attempts to set the record straight — or at least offer his own account — of how Jackson died. And how he believes he was railroaded by the courts.
“I was an innocent man unjustly accused and then incarcerated,” Mr. Murray, 63, declared to The Times, adding that he lost his life savings, his retirement, his practice. “Everything has been consumed in the process of trying to defend myself.”
Differing opinions
The official cause of Jackson’s death, Mr. Murray said, was the propofol infusion, which he said the court claimed began at 9 a.m. and went through noon, about the time the singer died.
“So that’s a three-hour infusion. That was false,” he said.
Mr. Murray said he was unaware, when he came to work for Jackson, that the singer had a substance abuse problem — one he said was abetted by Jackson’s dermatologist, Dr. Arnold Klein.
Jackson went frequently to Klein’s office for the narcotic Demerol.
“Was Michael taking an opioid? Yes, a narcotic. Was I aware of that? No,” Mr. Murray said. “Did he share that information with me? No.”
Mr. Murray said that in the three years he spent in Jackson’s close circle, the singer never complained to him of pain, which he chalks up to the singer’s use of Demerol — “not for pain but for a habit.” The trial records, he said, showed Jackson was administered Demerol in “unheard-of high doses” by Klein.
Though Mr. Murray, in his own words, said Jackson would leave Klein’s office “looking like a zombie” and needed help walking out of the clinic, he maintains he had no knowledge of the Demerol habit when he prescribed the propofol drip at Jackson’s home.
“He was using a substance, a narcotic, an opioid, and it was totally clandestine,” Mr. Murray said. “I had no information at all; he never shared it.”
Mr. Murray believes it was Klein’s actions as a medical provider, and not his own, that led to Jackson’s untimely death.
“Interestingly, the day Michael died they subpoenaed Dr. Klein to be a witness,” Mr. Murray said. “These are his words, as told by his staff: He said, ‘Oh, my god, before this day is over, the police are going to come over here and arrest me.’”
So why did Mr. Murray, rather than Klein, take the fall for Jackson’s death? Mr. Murray said Klein and his staff were barred by Judge Michael Pastor from attending the trial. The convicted doctor’s theory, in his own words, is that Klein would have alleged at trial that both he and Judge Pastor were part of a “gay mafia” of West Los Angeles, something Judge Pastor was anxious to avoid.
The theory seems outlandish, even paranoid, but Mr. Murray stands by it.
“The public was presented a case that really did not happen,” he said. “They said I performed gross negligence because I had abandoned [Jackson] while he was under the propofol infusion.”
Anesthesiology expert Dr. Steven Shafer testified at Mr. Murray’s trial that the level of propofol in Jackson’s system was insufficient to cause apnea, or lack of breathing.
“He also stated that it takes a minimum of 1.35 micrograms per ml for 5 percent of patients to go into apnea, which is the reason he gave for the cause of Michael Jackson’s death,” Mr. Murray said of Dr. Shafer’s testimony. “He also showed that the results of the findings in the autopsy showed that there was no brain propofol level given by the coroner’s office. Zero. The reason why is because they didn’t find it. The drug did not get into Michael Jackson’s brain. So he did not die from apnea.”
Mr. Murray believes that Jackson, with his doctor out of the room visiting the toilet after the infusion had begun, “took matters into his own hands,” which ultimately led to cardiac arrest rather than respiratory failure.
“It’s like stealing the cookie from the cookie jar,” he said. “He likely rapidly administered medicines into his body, collapsed his circulation, and certainly we believe he had cardiac arrest, because propofol does not act in the bloodstream; as Dr. Shafer said, propofol acts on the brain. And it has to get to the brain for [the patient] to have died from apnea.”
Furthermore, prior to commencing the propofol infusion, Mr. Murray said, he found Jackson in an agitated condition, acting like “the most restless hamster.” He chalked this up to the pop star’s acute opioid withdrawal — once again, according to Mr. Murray, without his knowledge.
“Michael Jackson was cut cold turkey [by Klein] on June 22, roughly 48 hours before he passed,” Mr. Murray said. “That’s the peak incidence of acute withdrawal from opioids. And with withdrawal, certainly it creates a state of mind and a state of potential risk where you can die. You’re not going to be rational, and you take matters into your own hands.
“Michael Jackson was in withdrawal from Demerol, which led to his actions that led to his demise.”
Klein, Jackson’s dermatologist who supplied him with Demerol, died in October after a lengthy illness.
Opioid epidemic
Another pop star, Prince, died in April at his Minneapolis home as the result of accidental opioid overdose. As with Jackson, Prince “compartmentalized” his doctors to feed his drug habits, Mr. Murray believes. One doctor not knowing what drugs another doctor is prescribing for the same patient, Mr. Murray said, can lead to such tragic results.
“Unless you permit me to share my records with another doctor, I don’t have that permission,” he said, adding that perhaps the solution is to flag patients who repeatedly fill such dangerous prescriptions from different health care providers.
“Again, what was the responsibility of the doctor, whether it’s Prince or anyone else?” Mr. Murray said. “Medications are prescribed to you with directions. You sign with the pharmacist saying you understand. You sign [knowing] that there are drug interactions. You sign knowing that you should not [take them] with alcohol or on an empty stomach or with food.
“You have to follow the instructions,” Mr. Murray said. “If a doctor tells you how to take a substance but you choose to do it differently, then the patient has to bear the responsibility of the consequences.”
Whatever the ultimate cause, or causes, of Jackson’s death, he left a legacy of phenomenal entertainment and a string of extraordinarily bizarre scandals. Mr. Murray said he misses the pop star greatly. He described Jackson as a “sweet, gentle person” plagued by extreme shyness.
“He could not face anyone to discuss anything face to face,” Mr. Murray said. “He stood behind me; I was like a shield.
“I still love Michael very much. I’m sorry that Michael is not with us. But I am disappointed in Michael for not sharing with me essential history like drug addiction. He put me at false risk.”
What started as just a job for Mr. Murray ended with not only his client’s death but also the ruin of his reputation and his career. A gifted cardiologist known to few outside the medical community before going into Jackson’s employ, Mr. Murray will now forever be linked with Jackson in the history books.
“Eventually I wanted to go back to my practice, but Michael didn’t want me to do that,” Mr. Murray said. “Michael wanted me to be around him forever.”



The man still can't take responsibility for his actions. Blame the victim - psychopathic. :???:

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Michael Jackson’s Killer, Dr. Conrad Murray, “Publishes” E Book And No One Buys It

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by Roger Friedman - August 10, 2016 5:27 pm

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Someone asked me today if the “book” written by Dr. Conrad Murray, the man who killed Michael Jackson, had been published.

I had to look on Amazon.

It does seem like Murray released his e book “This Is It! The Secret Lives of Dr. Conrad Murray and Michael Jackson” on July 26th.

The public has responded with a gigantic Yawn. “Secret Lives” is currently number 25,408 on amazon.com, on their paid Kindle chart.

I didn’t download it, and won’t pay for it. I guess hardly anyone else will, either.

If you know anyone who actually did do that, ask them to email me at showbiz411@gmail.com

It really doesn’t matter what Murray writes. He was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter. He should be in jail still, but was released because of overcrowding. His medical license has been suspended or revoked in the states where he practiced. The book will never see hardcover.

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Michael Jackson's physician demands £230k to appear on I'm a Celeb (But read to the end.......)

Conrad Murray has told ITV bosses that he is keen to go into the Jungle this winter.

But he wants an extra payment of £30,000 on top of his appearance fee because of his “medical skills”.
The cash demand comes after the desperate doctor, 63, was convicted of manslaughter and banned from practising following the King of Pop’s death in 2011.
A source said: “Murray is trying to pull out all the stops to get more money.

He thinks that ITV can help solve his finance issues. And the doctor idea is one of the ways that he feels that they can bolster his money

Murray has also promised that he will reveal secrets about Jackson to help make the show ‘explosive’ and gain headlines worldwide.”

The money demand comes after Jackson’s son Prince wrote to ITV begging them not to let Murray on I’m A Celebrity.
An ITV spokesman denied yesterday that the show was in talks with Murray.

He added: “We have never approached this man to be a contestant on I’m A Celebrity.”


(From a UK tabloid 4 Oct 16)



Such a despicable man. :???:

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This Is It!—the memoir of Michael Jackson’s doctor—is a morbidly fascinating train wreck
By Nathan Rabin @nathanrabin (A V club)
Mar 23, 2017 12:00 AM

Silly Little Show-Biz Book Club is Nathan Rabin’s ongoing exploration of books involving show business, with a special emphasis on the very bad and the very sleazy.

In the subtitle for his memoir This Is It!, Dr. Conrad Murray, the man best-known for being convicted of involuntary manslaughter in the death of his patient Michael Jackson, does something audacious. By subtitling his insult to the public’s intelligence The Secret Lives Of Dr. Conrad Murray And Michael Jackson, Murray gives himself first billing over Michael Jackson, who some may remember as one of the greatest and most successful entertainers of all time.


There is nothing accidental about that billing. Reading This Is It!, you get the sense that Murray would be fine cutting Jackson out of the narrative entirely but realized his book would sell more copies if it did something other than nominate its disgraced author for sainthood. It’s safe to say that the only reason anyone would wade through the ugly forest of typos, factual errors, misspellings, sentence fragments, and self-aggrandizement that constitutes This Is It! would be to learn more about Michael Jackson. Yet Murray finds himself more fascinating than his former patient and keeps pushing Jackson out of the way so that he can stand front and center, the Christ-like hero of his tale, not merely a player in someone else’s epic American journey.

Murray has a two-part agenda. He wants to establish that he was completely blameless not just in the death of Michael Jackson but also in everything he’s ever done. If he cheated on his wife, it was because she wasn’t affectionate and available enough for him. If he experienced serious money problems despite making a fortune, it’s because he’s overly generous. If he didn’t realize that Jackson, a gaunt, 136-pound man who insisted on sleeping 15 hours a day, had serious drug problems, that’s only because his one flaw (and also his greatest strength) is his credulousness. So if Jackson said everything was peachy keen, healthwise, it was certainly not his place as Jackson’s richly compensated personal doctor to doubt him.

Murray’s secondary goal is to establish that Conrad Murray is a hero, a self-made man who rose from poverty and abandonment to become one of our country’s greatest and most respected physicians. He portrays himself as a man who saved lives on a daily basis and was worshipped by his patients, colleagues, and friends alike. Murray doesn’t just want to be respected; he wants to be adored.

How arrogant is Murray? He writes about helping to treat Mother Teresa primarily as an excuse to pat himself on the back for his own selflessness and humility. He doesn’t seem to grasp that bragging about what a wonderful human being you are is actually the antithesis of being selfless and humble. Yet the book is nevertheless full of passages like the following:

However my most magnanimous and noble patient is also deceased. She was the world-renowned quintessential nun who is now a saint: Mother Theresa. I loved the way I dedicated my services to her, it was totally selfless because when I agreed to serve her, I literally had no idea then that she was widely known… Giving of myself to an unknown stranger for no compensation is why I love this memory so much, and it came to be. I still feel the love and fulfillment in my heart. The feeling will last forever. The story highlights my willingness to help others with no preconditions, only my love, altruism and humility, to always give unconditionally.

So there you have it, folks: Murray treasures his experiences treating an ailing Mother Teresa because they were marked by the selfless altruism of a great philanthropist and humanitarian, a true saint in the flesh: Dr. Conrad Murray. This is far from the only instance that Murray gives himself credit for being God’s gift both to humanity and the lovely ladies. Elsewhere he litters the book with bold statements like the following:

I have great compassion for others and possess a huge social conscience.

We all have characteristics that define who we are as men and women, for me the traits that bind me in general are my selflessness and altruism.

I supposed I had a well-earned reputation for dating young, beautiful women. I was meticulous about my personal style, with my trademark tailored Hugo Boss suits, and I was often spotted driving around town in one of my many branded automobiles accompanied by a beautiful model in the front seat.

The many passages in This Is It! where Murray speaks lovingly of his greatness might lead you to think that Murray might be conceited, but you would be wrong. Late in the book Murray writes, “Although I am not known to give myself kudos; my wonderful friend Stacey wrote this letter,” which is followed, of course, by a lengthy, multipage letter once again running down the accomplishments Murray has already covered to an exhausting degree.

Murray sure impressed Jackson, who found in the towering doctor with the lilting accent a loving and patient father figure. Murray brags that he provided medical services for Jackson and his family for free, only asking to be reimbursed for his expenses. The doctor was so honest, among his myriad other virtues, that when Jackson over-reimbursed Murray by five dollars, he made sure to return the excess money, something that made an indelible impression on Jackson.

In Murray’s telling, he wasn’t just a man who provided medical services and tended to Jackson’s calloused feet with tender foot massages and pedicures, something Murray is sure to note was far beneath his stature as one of the world’s greatest doctors, but that he did all the same. No, in Murray’s telling, he’s also Jackson’s best and only friend and confidante. It is to Murray that Jackson bares his darkest secrets, though it’s hard to tell whether Jackson’s confessions are real or the product of a rapidly disintegrating mind.

Jackson tells Murray that he doesn’t have a skin disease at all, but has been lightening his skin in a deliberate attempt to be white. Jackson tells Murray that he’s afraid that his family will murder him if he does not do what they say and participate in a Jackson 5 reunion. He volunteers that Berry Gordy and his own family were so obsessed with ensuring that the young Jackson’s voice didn’t break too early that they gave him injections to try to postpone the onset of puberty for as long as possible.

Murray’s portrait of Jackson is vulgar and sad, difficult to believe, and endlessly self-serving. Murray is convinced his friend and employer is not a homosexual pedophile but notes that Jackson told him of his wishes to marry a 13-year-old girl he was obsessed with, and if that didn’t work out, a very young Emma Watson. He also notes that Jackson spoke of wanting a brain transplant so he wouldn’t experience traumatic memories anymore, and was a habitual bed-wetter who kept his addiction to Demerol a secret from Murray, who was a teetotaler who hated drugs and alcohol.

Jackson sees the world as a duplicitous realm full of sharks, parasites, and predators. He tells Murray that he was sexually assaulted by his Jewish doctors, who also tried to steal his money, a charge Jackson levels here against pretty much everyone in his life other than Murray, the only man he could trust and a man who would never betray him. At one point he rages to Murray, “‘I don’t care. Not another ****ing Jewish doctor will touch me. All they’ve done over the years is to suck me dry of money and screw me up. Doctor Conrad could you make me a promise, don’t ever let this relationship become sexual as the other doctors have all repeatedly done to me.’”

That’s a very strong, provocative accusation to make, particularly given the crumbling state of Jackson’s mind at the time, but then This Is It! is as cavalier, messy, and problematic legally as it is in every other aspect. It throws out explosive revelation after explosive revelation, then leaves it to the reader to determine which have merit, if any, and which are the ravings of a drug-addicted man-child in the midst of a downward spiral.

Eventually Murray signs on to be Jackson’s personal physician for his big comeback run. Murray is so bonded to Jackson that he’s willing to work for a mere $250,000 a month, despite knowing he could make even more from his incredibly successful private practice. Then that tiny 250,000 figure is reduced to an even more unconscionable $150,000 a month, yet Murray reluctantly worked for starvation wages just so he could continue to occupy a position of power over one of the most beloved performers of all time.

Things further deteriorated until that awful day when Murray was unable to put a jittery and anxious Jackson to sleep and the legendary performer ended up dying of a drug overdose. Murray writes of “heroically trying to resuscitate Michael,” which suggests that he seems to believe he really went above and beyond in trying to keep his only patient from dying.

He had one patient and was to be paid $150,000 a month for his services, yet Jackson died on Murray’s watch, when Murray was supposed to be protecting him. It wasn’t heroic for Murray to try to resuscitate Jackson: It was literally his job, and his moral, legal, and professional obligation. Yet it’s fascinating, if not surprising, that Murray gives himself an awful lot of credit for not looking at Jackson’s emaciated, soon-to-be-dead body and thinking, “Eh, looks like my only client just died. Sucks to be him, I guess. Just say no, right? I wonder what’s on TV,” before wandering away.

A less awful man might write about the events involving the seemingly preventable death of one of the world’s most beloved entertainers with some degree of taste. Instead we’re treated to profanity-laced outbursts like “These ****ing men [the paramedics who tried to revive Jackson unsuccessfully] were stupid assholes, not accomplishing a ****, and here I was more qualified than any of them, even the ER physicians at UCLA, and I was not allowed to do shit.”

Murray seems to see Jackson’s death (which he repeatedly refers to as a “mishap,” which is just a tad more serious than dismissing it as a “****up”) primarily as something bad that happened to him. Murray spends much of the second half of the book angrily presenting his legal defense to readers in incredibly dry and technical ways.

These passages can be pretty awful, but Murray’s frothing, incoherent rage liven things up, as when he fantasizes of the lawyers prosecuting him:

However, I’d assure you what is most likely guaranteed for [prosecutor] Mr Walgren and his associates are… a place in hell… with fans and buckets of water to fight the heat, when they become legendary members of the fire responsive brigade in hell, which is sponsored under the auspices of their brother “Lucifer the devil.”

I can assure you that that statement makes no more sense in context than it does outside of it. Yet despite what Murray unconvincingly depicts as a sinister and far-reaching conspiracy to frame and then falsely convict him in what he delusionally calls the trial of the century, he still enjoyed scattered moments when the universe acknowledged his innate goodness. In a suspiciously tidy bit of closure, Murray writes that Jackson’s daughter told this to him, immediately after her father’s death:

“Doctor Conrad my daddy died today but I wanted you to know that you did everything you could to save him, the fact that you were there if it was meant for him to live you would have saved him, I know that. My daddy always said you were the best, and I know there was nothing more you could have done to make a difference. I wanted you to know that.”

Murray sees this as evidence of Jackson speaking through his daughter from beyond the grave. Later, this paragon of humility and selflessness draws comfort from knowing that Christ suffered the same kind of unrelenting, cruel, and malicious persecution that Murray did, yet persevered.

This Is It! is the kind of book I love to write about for this column. Because Murray clearly did not work with a ghostwriter or an editor, it provides a fascinating extended glimpse into the mind and psyche of a crazed narcissist. It’s an accidentally compelling depiction of an out-of-control egomaniac incapable of accepting responsibility for anything he’s done yet overflowing with rage at others. It is a book that should never have been written, both on moral and creative grounds, let alone read, written about, and analyzed. I hate-read it with the awful joy that comes with discovering something so fascinatingly terrible, so preposterous, and so utterly insane that you must share it with the world.

So here I am sharing the strange experience of reading the Thriller-Killer’s odious ode to himself in hopes that you stay the hell away from this toxic tome. Think of me as the trash-culture equivalent of a royal taster; only in this case, I don’t feel like I’ve done my job unless I’ve discovered the literary equivalent of fatal poison and died accordingly.

This Is It! is literary poison with no antidote. Yet I happily consumed it all the same, delighting in Murray’s ripe and ridiculous abuse of the English language, which alternately recalls Borat, Ben Carson, and Tommy Wiseau. “To begin with, let’s say the results of my trial sucked and stunk as much as a sack of putrid, rotting meat,” is a typically, uh, flavorful passage that doubles as a description of the book itself. This Is It! sucked and stunk as much as a sack of putrid, rotting meat, but thankfully it sucks and stinks in a way that’s morbidly fascinating, albeit never in the manner Murray intended.