The Dehumanization Of Whitney Houston

Well, as most of you know (except the ones who have been locked underground in that bomb shelter or hiding under a rock for the past week) Whitney Houston 80’s-90’s Singing Sensation, Voice Extraordinaire,  R&B/Pop Diva has passed away.  On Saturday, February 11, 2012, the music world lost perhaps and arguably one of the best voices ever to bless the microphone.  The winner of Emmy Awards, Grammy Awards, Billboard Music Awards, American Music Awards, World Music Awards, the star of Waiting to Exhale, The Bodyguard, Cinderella, The Preacher’s Wife, and Sparkle (post-humous), the producer of Princess Diaries 1 & 2, The Cheetah Girls 1 & 2, and Cinderella, daughter of Cissy Houston, ex-wife of Bobby Brown, and most importantly mother of Bobbi Kristina is gone.
Whitney burst onto the scene in 1985 (The same year my oldest daughter burst into the world, but the 2 events are not related I just wanted to put that out there!!).  She was a skinny kid from New Jersey, with big hair, a HUGE voice, and terrible dance moves!  Whitney’s voice made up for her shortcomings in the dance department!  She dominated the scene with her voice, huge smile, and effervescent personality.  
Yes, Whitney Elizabeth Houston had captured our hearts and we loved everything Whitney! God had blessed us with someone who possessed a voice we could sing along with, dance to, cry to, and fall in love with.  Little did we know that Whitney would enjoy the highest of heights and experience the lowest of lows.  We laughed when she laughed, smiled when she smiled, collectively held our breath with amazement when she sang the National Anthem and collectively groaned when she married the bad boy of New Edition Bobby Brown.  Everyone wondered, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS MESS!  But we tried to ride along with it.  As a society we said OK, she is rebelling, but as she spiraled out of control, society turned its collective backs.  And when she hit the lowest of lows society just shook their heads and said, “We knew it” or “Saw that coming“.  At this point the singing diva, pop Queen, star of music and film had fallen from grace. She became a soundbite, a parody, the muse to comedians and comedy skit writers everywhere.  
I personally blame society.  I do not blame society for her choices, those were clearly her own. But I do blame society for burdening her with the job of being our perfect princess.  We, society, put her on a pedestal, and then loaded her with the burden of stardom, the burden of expectations, the burden of hits, the burden of tours, the burden of perfection.  When she buckled and cracked and fell under that pressure, we turned our backs.  People say, well she should have gotten out of the business.  But would society allow that? When our stars are no longer in the public eye, we wonder where they are, we write stories and blogs and editorials about stars asking where are you? When will you release more music? When are you going to be in more movies? What are you doing now? We need a new album, etc, etc.  We, as a society are hard to please.  Our stars are darned if they do and darned if they don’t.  We do not take into account that she had a life.  She had bills, had a child and a husband and a mother.  We do not care about personal issues, kid gets call from school, husband may not be faithful, menstrual cramps, migraine headaches. No! All we want are the HITS! The RECORDS! The MOVIES! THE STAR!!  The object of our misguided affections has ceased to be human and has become a symbol of what we want our stars to look like, act like, and be like.
But through all of the drama, the highs, the lows, the fame, the triumphs, and the failures, only one knew her worth.  Only one new her best, and I think that was the last conversation she had.  I would like to think it went like this…

GOD: Daughter, it is time…
WHITNEY: But Lord I have so much left to do, to prove.
GOD: You have nothing to prove. Your purpose is fulfilled, your job here is done.
WHITNEY: But God tonight is Clive’s party, and all eyes will be on me wondering am I well, can I make a comeback. I must attend to show them I am good!
GOD: When I formed you in Cissy’s womb and touched your vocal cords, and blessed you with the gift of song, it was only for a moment.  It is not about Clive, society, or Grammy.  You have glorified me with the beauty that I placed within you.  You have glorified me, acknowledged me, and carried additional burdens that were not yours to carry.  You are tired, burdened, and heavy laden.  It is time to drop the burdens of this vessel and put on your new glory clothes.  I have other assignments for you in another place in me.

WHITNEY: God what about Bobbi Kristina, what about my mom?
GOD: I will never leave nor forsake them. This, Cissy knows.  And whenever Bobbi Kristina calls on me I will answer her.  Daughter, take my hand and rise from that bathtub.  Rise with me.

And with that she took the Father’s hand and entered into His glory.  Of course this is how I want to believe it went, but only God knows what happened.  
What I want EVERYONE to remember is that Bobbi Kristina lost a mother, and Cissy Houston lost a daughter.  She was a human being not a star, not a soundbite, not a leading news story.  She was some one’s family.  We should remember and respect Whitney as one of God’s chosen vessels.  This is an honor she deserves.
I think Whitney said it best as she sang her own eulogy,
If I should stay,I would only be in your way.So I’ll go, but I knowI’ll think of you ev’ry step of the way.

And I will always love you.I will always love you.You, my darling you. Hmm.

Bittersweet memoriesthat is all I’m taking with me.So, goodbye. Please, don’t cry.We both know I’m not what you, you need.

And I will always love you.I will always love you.

To learn more on Whitney Elizabeth Houston go HERE and HERE.

RIP Whitney.

God has taken His daughter home. She is without pain, without burdens, possibly singing in God’s choir.  I pray for her family, and especially for Bobbi Kristina.  I pray that she draws closer to God in her time of need. Whitney is gone but she left the numerous hits her beautiful voice added life to.  But most importantly she left us Bobbi Kristina, to pray for, to uplift, to motivate, and to love on.  Let’s show Bobbi Kristina that we loved her mother ….. as a person.

Blessings All,

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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Armywife101
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 19:21:39

    Speechless that was beautiful!

  2. Regina
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 19:31:52

    LOL! Thank you so much! It was actually very draining and emotional to write (I didn't think it would be that hard).Blessings to you!Regina

  3. Marvalus
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 19:50:58

    I don't think my comment saved…sorry if this is a duplicate.Beautifully done, Ms. Regina!I pray that her soul is at rest. I pray for her daughter and mother and ex-husband and her other friends and family.

  4. Regina
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 19:55:20

    I pray the same Ms Marva, I pray the same.

  5. JustKimOnline
    Feb 14, 2012 @ 22:06:53

  6. MrsTDJ
    Feb 15, 2012 @ 13:28:14

    Thank you for writing this sis. I still can't put my words to it. I pray for Bobbi Chris, Cissy and her entire family. she is finally at peace.

  7. mema
    Feb 15, 2012 @ 17:26:01

    That was beautiful, simply beautiful. I can't say anymore without crying.

  8. Anonymous
    Feb 16, 2012 @ 19:46:55

    Great blog, Gina! Well said. All true and very sad…but thank God she is in peace. Joanne McGriff

  9. Quick
    Feb 25, 2012 @ 16:01:55

    Great post on Whitney! I just hate that I default to her worse days when I think of her. Hopefully, her legacy will begin to outshine the shortfalls as time goes on.

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