Neverland’s not for us

So many things are hard these days in California. Here’s an easy one: The state doesn’t need and can’t afford a Neverland State Park.

Oh, sure, if the investment company that holds the title to Michael Jackson’s Santa Barbara County ranch wanted to donate it to the state for preservation as open space, like the Hearsts donated the family castle in San Simeon, we’d be amenable to the idea.

But no one’s talking about that sort of land deal. The park is the brainchild of the state affiliate of the National Assn. for the Advancement of Colored People, which considers Jackson an iconic figure — he was and is — and believes that creating a state park to honor this famous African American would be akin to the opening of Colonel Allensworth State Historic Park. It’s not.

The unassuming Allensworth park in the San Joaquin Valley honors a group of African American pioneers who, more than 100 years ago, founded a town with the goal of relying on their own hard work and self-government to thrive in a discrimination-free environment. Its tiny, spare buildings, dating to the early 20th century, bear witness to a historic effort by dedicated, self-sufficient people.

That hardly describes Neverland, best known for Jackson’s extravagant displays of eccentric kitsch, his long-gone amusement park and zoo, and the accusations, never proved, that he molested young boys there.

The NAACP managed to interest Assemblyman Mike Davis (D-Los Angeles) in carrying legislation that would call for a feasibility study on a possible park at the Jackson ranch. What it more likely would create is make-work for the already overburdened state Department of Parks and Recreation, which has drastically cut operating hours, maintenance and public services at many state parks. Even Hearst Castle, according to a recent report by the Sacramento Bee, has a backlog of unperformed repairs. Having a park, and having the money to keep it open and in good shape, are two different things.

Jackson’s star has shone especially bright since his too-early death. A groundbreaking showman and creative superstar, the troubled and controversial artist inspired a level of fan adoration reminiscent of the Beatles and, before them, Elvis Presley. Which reminds us of Graceland — a privately operated tourist draw. Private investors are needed for a Neverland tourist venture, not public taxpayers. California isn’t in the business of sponsoring shrines to its multitude of celebrities. No Marilyn Monroe State Historic Zone in Brentwood, where the late sex symbol’s home is for sale. No Mel Gibson State Beach.

Of course, if Ringo Starr and Sir Paul wanted to donate a big swath of land to the state, we’d be happy to consider the offer.