I kinda wish we could just talk about the Whitney I knew. The 80s princess. I hate for all that to just be forgotten. Moreso than any other artist (even MJ), Whitney had a strong presence in my youth, and she was an overall positive influence. She kept her clothes on, any sexual themes were only lightly suggested, but for the most part she was a well-spoken (as Britt said), successful, talented, squeaky clean black girl that girls like me could respect and admire. That's the Whitney I'll remember, and that's who I'll believe she was. Sometimes life gets to us in ways we never imagined and who we are gets lost in it. I dare not judge her or play armchair quarterback on her low points. Living them is far different than commentating them. People wish she could've made a comeback, gone farther, etc, but how do we know that wasn't what was messing her life up? How do we know that all the fame and glory wasn't unhealthy for her and the stuff that we witnessed was a direct result of that? What about Whitney the person?
My cousin had a chance to minister to Whitney at the altar at a church in Texas some time last year (I think?), I remember when he told me about it he was talking about how she was really just crying out to God, my hope is that God was truly able to do a work in her. Nothing else matters.
