quinta-feira, 1 de outubro de 2015

(An open letter to Eminem) Carta aberta de Marshall Mathers Jr. para seu filho, Eminem.



(8/26/2001) chainsaw rap idol Eminem, 28, will play the biggest 
British gig of his life before 45,000 fans at the Reading rock 
festival. Last night he rocked Glasgow with his Gig on the Green. The star, 
real name Marshall Mathers III, famously despises the father he believes 
walked out on him. One of his lyrics seethes: "When you see my dad, tell 
him that I slit his throat in this dream I had." Now in a heart-rending 
open letter, written during a conversation with our American Editor 
STUART WHITE, Eminem's dad, Marshall Mathers II, reveals the truth that 
pop's most outrageous star has never heard. Here is that letter in 

"Dear Eminem, 

HELLO, son. You won't remember me, though I held you in my arms when 
you were a baby. You think I dumped you and your mother and never came 
looking for you. You're convinced I'm a drunk who never answered any of 
your letters. Well, I want you to read this and realise you've been fed 
lies all your life. Now you'll hear the truth for the first time. But I 
want to make it plain that I'm not after any handout. I work hard, I 
have money. I don't need or want your money. But the one ambition left in 
my life is to give you a hug and tell you I've always loved you. Let me 
start at the beginning and tell you the whole story. I was just 21 when 
I married Debbie, your mum. She was 15 and had to get special 
permission. For a year we lived with my parents in the basement of a house in 
North Dakota. We married too young, it was ridiculous, but I was 
delighted when your mum became pregnant. She says I was drinking and doing 
drugs, but it isn't true. She's even claimed I wasn't at the hospital when 
you were born, that I was gallivanting with her best friend. It's a lie 
and I can prove it. 

OK, I wasn't there at your actual delivery, hospitals weren't that keen 
to let in dads in those days. But I was there up to the delivery, and 
ten minutes afterwards. I still have the baby book in which Debbie 
recorded who was present in the hospital, and I'm listed � why would she 
write that if I wasn't there? When you were a baby I loved it. You were so 
cute, and I enjoyed feeding you and doing your diapers. Your mum and I 
didn't get on, but she was great with you � you were always clean and 
well-fed and well-dressed and I couldn't fault her for that. But sadly 
the atmosphere between us deteriorated. We'd moved to our own apartment, 
and one day when you were about 16 or 17 months I came home from work 
and everything was missing. It was deathly quiet, no sound from the 
kitchen or from your room. Furniture, pictures, everything was gone. There 
wasn't even a note. I got in my car and started to drive around 
anywhere you and your mum might be. I now believe you'd gone south to Missouri 
where Debbie had family. It was like a bolt from the blue. To read now 
that it was me who walked out makes me choke with tears of rage. I 
spent six weeks looking everywhere for you both, I was distraught. 
Eventually I got divorce papers, but it was all done through lawyers and they 
wouldn't tell me where you both were. There was never a day in court, it 
was all done on paper. After about a year I gave it up, I just had no 
more energy for it. In the movies you'd track someone down, but in real 
life you can't do that. You have a job, you have to work, you don't 
have unlimited cash to go hunting around the nation. I've since read 
interviews where you say you wrote letters to me and they came back, �Return 
To Sender'. I can say on the word of God that I didn't receive even one 
letter from you. Anyway, in 1975 I moved to San Diego, fell in love 
again and had a son and daughter. Michael's 23 and Sarah's 21. They're the 
half-brother and sister you never met. 

In fact it was Michael came to me and said there was this new rapper on 
the scene and his real name was the same as mine.I didn't think 
anything of it, then someone showed me Rolling Stone magazine and there was a 
picture of Debbie holding you when you were little (pictured left). It 
freaked me out. On my behalf, Sarah wrote to you via your record 
company saying that I was alive and well and giving an address in the hope 
you'd get in touch. We didn't even get an acknowledgement as a reply. 
When I moved to California your mum would have had no idea where I was, so 
how could you have been given a proper address? I suspect she just said 
anything to you, so you'd write the letter and the post office returned 
it. But that made her version of me being uncaring sound like the 
truth. If I was such a bad father, how come Michael and Sarah are still in 
touch with me and get on well despite the fact that I've parted from 
their mother? For the past two years I've had a new girlfriend. Her name's 
Teresa Harbin and she's 40. You'd like her. Me? Well, I'm 50 now and 
I'm a construction worker. There are so many lies to put to rest. There's 
the picture of me apparently going into an Alcoholics Anonymous 
meeting. But I don't drink any more. That photo is of me going into a DONUT 
shop, and I can prove it because the sign is in the background. I even 
read that Debbie has said I'm part Blackfoot Indian, and she's part 
Cherokee. It sounds good. But actually your mum's family come from 
Scandinavia, and my Dad's family originate from South Wales. I'm told they have 
good singing voices in Wales, all those choirs, so maybe some of that 
rubbed off on you, son. It'd be nice to think so. Anyway, that's about 
it for now. I just want you to know there hasn't been a day when I 
haven't thought about you. I'm saying all this in the News of the World 
because they're the only paper who've bothered to find the truth. I'd get 
on a plane right now, this second, and go anywhere in the world if you'd 
meet with me. Please get in touch. 

Love Dad"

Um comentário:

  1. Quando eu tinha lido o livro de Debbie vários fatos me chamaram atenção. Primeiro - Como ele poderia ter abandonado eles se ela disse que esperou ele sair do trabalho para fugir de casa? Mesmo sofrendo Violencia Domestica como ela mesmo dizia nada justifica ela dizer isso que eles foram abandonados. Ela foi para outro estado pediu asilo e sigilo de onde eles estavam para pessoas em que ela confiava e sabia que mesmo se ele perguntasse eles iriam dizer que não sabia.

    Segundo - Dizendo Debbie que quando o Em pediu referencias do pai dele ela falou com uma tal tia dele que tinha o endereço do pai dele e deu ao menino. E que a carta voltava com a assinatura do pai dizendo que a pessoa não morava no local. Isso realmente é meio sem logica. Eu achei isso tudo muito estranho e ate onde sei o pai dele tinha fotos dele quando bebe em mãos. Ele odiava ele e logico q ela iria fazer de tudo de para eles jamais se encontrarem e tão tal q depois de varias insistências e dele ter se chateado com ela que a mesma acabou dando a ele o tal endereço.

    Quando um pai abandona um filho ele abandona e maltrata os outros também.

    Uma vez o Em disse que iria atras das filhas seja aonde fosse e encontrava. Na decada de 70 não é com hoje com tecnologias e tals era muito dificil. Aqui mesmo no brasil pessoas que vão para outro estado perdem contato e imagine e na decada de 70 qd a pessoa sai de casa sem falar nada. Mesmo se ele procurasse ele n encontraria mesmo e nem se fosse fosse aonde ele achava q ela teria ido n encontrava. Se ela n queria q ele n crescesse ao lado do pai porque ela facilitaria o encontro deles?


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