For Whitney: So Emotional

Whitney Elizabeth Houston

1963-2012

One of my sheroes died on Saturday. I could not just blog about it the day it happened. I could barely think; I was pretty numb at the news. I was in an elevator and a woman said, “you hear that Whitney Houston died? Isn’t that sad?”

It is beyond sad. For me, it was beyond comprehension, even after the valley we saw her fall into so publicly. Because she had clawed her way back. Put some weight on. Dropped a platinum album in 2009.  Divorced Bobby Brown. Shot the remake of Sparkle. Toxicity seemed to be shrinking in her rear view. Until Grammys Eve 2012.

Whitney Houston is a primordial symbol for me; she spoke, she sang directly to my black girlhood in the ‘80s and my young Black womanhood in the ‘90s. She represents a certain pre-music industry innocence for me. I had no idea about the entertainment world’s disgusting underbelly or underhanded practices when Whitney came into my life; I just knew that when the radio played my favorite songs of hers, I’d better have a cassette tape ready to capture it.

Real Life Role Model

When Whitney made her debut in 1985, I was in high school, but I was also 14—so I felt out of place. I was youngest in my class, and eventually, the only black girl in my senior class. Whitney’s voice embodied the clarity and control I longed for. Her image was so many things, and yet never offensive. She wore mini-dresses and gowns, but she also wore jeans and sneakers. She bared some skin with her tank tops, but there was always a custom leather jacket nearby. She was totally comfortable with her natural black girl beauty; her debut album cover confirmed this. When big weaves were all the rage, she showcased her short hair with a regal knowing that was undeniable. Her youth was never an excuse to be classless or undignified. This resonated deeply with me.

Whitney gave me all of these gifts before she even opened her mouth to sing a single note with that perfect, gleaming toothy smile. And then, she wielded her voice. That voice. The voice. Power and tenderness at her command. Exuberance, longing, surrender and strength all danced in time from this otherworldly voice. Melody and scale were completely at her mercy. You knew this about Whitney if you were a hardcore fan like me, like millions of us Black girls. We belted the hits with our friends until we were hoarse and choreographed the album cuts that didn’t have videos in the mirror.

But the world came to know it when she sang the Star Spangled Banner at Super Bowl XXV in 1991. From then on, all eyes truly were on Black America’s Sweetheart. Her pop megastardom was sealed. Her endearment from the mainstream was cemented. But Whitney would always belong to me, to Black America’s invisible sweethearts. By the time she starred in The Bodyguard, The Preacher’s Wife, and Waiting to Exhale, I was in the business and in awe of her consistency as times and sounds changed, as hip-hop and R&B upstarts encroached on her dominance. She wasn’t worried. She was Whitney Houston. She called Faith Evans, Wyclef Jean, and Rodney Jerkins. She co-produced and starred in Cinderella (1997) with Brandy, playing her fairy Godmother. Which wasn’t a stretch; as far as I’m concerned, she was mine, too.

Glamour and Sophistication Personified

This is why numbness gave way to tears flowing on Sunday. My big sister, my cheerleader, the knower and keeper of my secrets, was gone. Admittedly, I took my eye off Whitney for a while. I kept her in prayer, but I couldn’t watch her spiral. I boycotted Being Bobby Brown.  Though she agreed to it, it felt like a spectacle that made her the butt of a cruel joke; one that should not have been played on someone who brought so many so much comfort and joy. I defended her whenever people would disparage her as she wrestled with and succumbed to addiction. And with her passing, I see a pitiful kind of coverage of her, rife with unflattering ‘final hours’ photos and intense focus on the worst years of her life. As if she weren’t one of the most glamorous women on the planet, with thousands of photos to prove it. As if this woman hadn’t made a billion dollars for her industry, touched billions of lives for the better, and hadn’t sold a staggering number of records—upwards of 200 million.

WHITNEY started the whole “million-in-first-week” thing with The Bodyguard Soundtrack back in 1992. She was the original singer-slash-model, posing for Wilhemina as a teenager and gracing Seventeen magazine with a teeny weeny afro as the magazine’s first black woman cover model in 1981. She holds the Guinness World’s Record for awards and is the most decorated entertainer of all time.

Who's That Girl? Whitney, the Wilhemina model!

After all she gave, the least the media can do is show her R-E-S-P-E-C-T. Not that I wish this on either of these incredible artists, but were this about Celine Dion or Barbra Streisand, we’d never see an unflattering image of them in death, no matter what their indiscretions or demons were. She is an American treasure, not just a Black American one.

Whitney Houston dedicated most of her 48 years to taking us away from our sorrows, but is being eulogized publicly based on her own. This is wrong. So let this blog stand as an homage of admiration and gratitude to the first sweet, sassy Black girl to run the world.

The Whitney I Will Always Love

My Top 6 Other Whitney Posts

Whitney by the numbers: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitney_Houston

Must the party go on with a deceased Whitney upstairs? Commentary by Gene Dexter:

http://genedexter.posterous.com/the-grammy-association-has-failed-whitney-and

Best Friend, Assistant, and Creative Director Robyn Crawford Breaks Her Silence:

http://www.esquire.com/the-side/music/whitney-houston-6654718

Somehow, I believe this assessment…Spiritual Healer Rebecca Marina on Whitney: http://rebeccamarina.com/2012/02/whitney-houston/

Dream Hampton on Whitney for EBONY: http://www.ebony.com/entertainment-culture/whitney-houston-1963-2012

Tarana Burke on Whitney for SingABlackGirlsSong: http://singablackgirlssong.wordpress.com/2012/02/12/where-do-broken-hearts-go-2/

Thank you, Whitney. Rest in Perfection.

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14 Responses to “For Whitney: So Emotional”

  1. Gene Dexter (@GeneDexter) Says:

    What a beautiful post. Thank you!

  2. dexterhotel Says:

    Reblogged this on dexterhotel and commented:
    This is Real. R.I.P. Whitney Houston

  3. Jessica Miller-Epps (@CHRISTandCAKE) Says:

    Beautiful eulogy for a beautiful icon!

  4. Monifa Reel-Spain Says:

    Wow, Thembisa…this was just wonderful! You took me back to when I played her very first album. I was an akwardly, tall and skinny 12 yr. old girl, who fell in love with her beautiful voice!

  5. Michelle @thedigitalchick Says:

    Beautifully Written T!

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  7. Tessism Says:

    This leaves me feeling complete. I couldn’t put words to what our loss of Whitney & the way the media handled it made me feel & you did. Thank you Thembisa. I wrote about her being my hero & wishing I had celebrated her more in life rather than pour out all this appreciation after the fact. She is/was loved. I hope she knew/knows it. Thank you for this T.

  8. Tarana Says:

    Thembisa. This is so beautiful and genuine. It makes me feel so much more special when I read tributes from “real” fans. I never disparaged Whitney and made sure folk around me didn’t either. She was my auntie, sister, godmommy. I knew her struggle bc I had seen it all around me for most of my life. There is no joke in that. In any event. I appreciate you and definitely feel you. 🙂

  9. Bootsie Says:

    Very well written. Her obit in the newspapers don’t even mention her surving family; only her hard times. Whitney Houston was above that when she died. She sang, she grew and she lived. So very very sorry of her passing. I will always love Whitney and the beautiful music she bought to Black America.

  10. Jasmine S Says:

    This is a beautiful tribute to the life of an amazing woman… An icon! Thank you.

  11. Tracie G., The Brown Skin Lady Says:

    YES…from one 80’s black girl to another, wholeheartedly YES.

  12. metcalfe chris Says:

    Beautiful, Thembisa. Thank you.

  13. twd828 Says:

    Fantastic tribute piece! Thank you for this!

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