Whitney Houston was an African American female singer who rose to stardom during the late 1980’s. Her debut album, “Whitney Houston”, contained hits, such as:
- “You Give Good Love”
- “Saving All My Love for You”
- “How Will I Know”
Via the album cover and music videos African Americans were introduced to what seemed to be the quintessential African American female, Whitney Houston. Her long taut body, alluring face, and angelic voice warmed the hearts of black boys and men.
Whitney was my first crush – the woman I wanted to have kids with, her gentle voice, her enchanting eyes, her spellbinding petite yet still grand face.
It was Whitney who set the standard for what I would imagine a beautiful, cultured black woman would look like. Her album cover, music videos, occasional rehearsed and guarded interviews made all aspects of her image on radio, TV, and print harmonious – yet, it was false.
That leads me back to myself. I admit it. I was young and naïve. I believed everything I saw on TV.
Like many black men I did not really understand America. I did not understand I lived within hostile territory controlled by Imas, people focused on manipulating my wants and needs.
I am not a slanderer nor do I have loose lips. But information no matter its intentions can always be helpful, and since one has the option of either rejecting or accepting it, one virtually has nothing to lose by listening or reading gossip.
So while reading an excerpt from Bobby Brown’s upcoming memoir “Every Little Step”, I was dismayed to learn the lesbian rumors I had heard for years about Whitney Houston – who drowned in her bathtub due to drug intoxication – were true according to her former husband, Bobby Brown.
Whitney was a lesbian.!?
It got me to thinking – why are self-professed Christians like Whitney Houston, who were raised in the church, practicing homosexuality?
Did Whitney Houston die because she practiced lesbianism?
Did the drugs cloud her judgment?
Was she introduced to the death style, lesbianism, by her handlers such as the homosexual Clive Davis?
Was that the deal unbeknownst to her?
Anyway, I accepted the fact that Whitney Houston, the woman I thought was amazing and who I highly admired, was depraved. She was beautiful but lacked substance and my ignorance of what she truly was is no reflection on me but on her.