Millions of black Americans downright worshiped Whitney Houston–obediently living through her to ease the hatred they felt towards their own disappointing mediocrity, as is the habit of servile black slaves on the Expanded Plantation.
The slaves celebrated Houston for her wailing: hers was not only the best wailing in history: it was the best wailing humanly possible. Better still was that her amazing talent for wailing proved that blacks felt more deeply than whites, proved that blacks were more human than whites, powerfully proving that the only reason any black life ever falls short of transcendence is white racism, which somehow disrupts black superiority–physical, musical and moral.
Thence the white coaches and white team leaders always encouraged violent, drug-addicted, pitifully narrow-minded black mascots to revel religiously in the black perfection of Whitney Houston, as she squalled various famous songs–all of which were written by white people.
The magnum opus of Whitney Houston’s short life was the timeless refrain in her hit song, The Greatest Love Of All:
“I decided, long ago, never to walk in anyone’s shadow. If I fail, if I succeed–at least I lived as I believed. No matter what they take from me–they cannot take away my dignity!”
These words black goddess Whitney Houston proudly parroted from within the shadow of the words’ white writers–before dying an insane crackhead in her 40’s.