Why I Won’t See “Whitney”
Never question a mother’s love
I won’t be making any plans to see Kevin Macdonald’s latest and much-heralded documentary — Whitney — that was produced with the “open door policy” of the late singer’s somewhat manipulative sister-in-law — Pat Houston.
I grew up idolizing Whitney Houston, and that adulation has extended past the end of her short and painfully tormented life. Her playful and arresting melodies rescued me from the plight of being an American teen — stuck in the tumultous grip of the Nigerian government — that was rife with corruption and crimes against humanity.
I still remember how my heart skipped a beat when I was given the album that featured a breathtaking beauty with a smile that sadly concealed the blossoming demons — that hadn’t yet dominated the precious spirit of a songbird who was captured, punctured and then released to her fate.
There’s no need to go into the gross details of Houston’s downfall or even to examine how those around her including the man who used her to build an empire — ended up her discarding her carcass to the wolves.
But we can use this opportunity to throw some much-needed shade at the mysterious woman, who hides behind the stoic veil of familial obligation, when her questionable pursuits as the executor of Whitney Houston’s estate —…
