The Dreamlife of Michael Jackson
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Scott Hardie | January 29, 2002
Michael Jackson recently told Vibe: “I was in New York, and I got a call from friends in Saudi Arabia that America was being attacked. I screamed down the hotel hallway to all our people, ‘Everybody get out, let’s leave now!’ Marlon Brando was on one end, our security was on the other end. We were all up there, but Elizabeth Taylor was at another hotel. We jumped in the car, but there were these girls who had been at the show the night before, and they were banging on the windows, running down the street screaming. Fans are so loyal. We hid in New Jersey.” So, is this what Michael Jackson did on the morning of September 11th, or what he did in a dream?