The War on Whitney Houston
A 75-year-old black male was stunned by the talent of Whitney Houston. He is a former jazz and classical trumpet player, vocalist, and connoisseur of all genres of music—including hip hop. He said that Whitney Houston had a voice that only comes along once in several generations. I agree. What a story Ms. Houston could have told, and undoubtedly would have told about how she lost that golden voice. —I mean the details. She didn’t get to tell it. “They” made sure she didn’t. There is a book that tells that story, though her name is not in it. It’s entitled The FBI War on Tupac Shakur and Black Leaders by John Potash. I’ve no doubt that Ms. Houston met her demise like others detailed in that volume including Malcolm X, Tupac Shakur, Huey Newton, Jimi Hendrix, Jam Master Jay, and Bob Marley.
It’ll be a tedious and shocking read. But, if you can manage to get through only half of it, the planet will be stronger because one more black person can peel back the curtain. No matter how sane and cynical you were before, you’ll be saner and smarter because you’ll lose the greatest part of the naiveté that these savages depend upon. The author, a white man, meticulously documents with footnotes executions of influential black people that were orchestrated by using white supremacist agents placed on the staffs of magazines, newspapers, television stations, and law enforcement agencies to make the public believe that the person had a fatal problem with substance abuse or some fatal political beef with other black activists or rappers; even various kinds of cancers. It’s an elaborate network of media executives and writers working in tandem with think-tanks, international intelligence gathering agencies, and other white supremacist mafiosos to set up a public persona that matches the reason that will be used to explain their death. Then, when the person dies, people mourn the “illness” or “accident” such as what is happening now with all the lamenting that Whitney Houston “could not conquer her demons.” Yes, lots of celebrities have substance abuse problems. And, we know that some of them meet their demise that way. As with all things, however, when the celebrity is black, such an event is wholly different than when he or she is white. Nothing on this earth—in this system—is color blind. That’s like saying that the menu selections of a penitentiary inmate are made as freely as Bill Gates or, say— Clive Davis.
It has been said for years, I’m told, that Clive Davis introduced both Whitney Houston and Phyllis Hyman to drugs in order to control their careers. The evidence is very clear that the unusually long-standing association of producer Clive Davis’ with Ms. Houston was not driven by any type of personal regard. Davis held his pre-Grammy party at which Ms. Houston had been scheduled to perform in the same hotel Ms. Houston’s still warm body laid 3 floors above.
When you read The FBI War on Tupac Shakur and Black Leaders, you’ll see that these savages like to sign their work because they think it’s art. For instance, they’ll time these executions to coincide with the anniversaries of things a black person has done that is bad for the business of white supremacy (MLK is a prime example) or use military style 3-bullets-to-the-head shootings that they say were done by a drug dealer in a deal gone bad. In Ms. Houston’s case, please don’t be naive enough to believe that it is just an uncanny coincidence that her daughter, Bobbie Kris, was found by hotel security asleep in a bathtub in the same hotel that her mother’s body was found in the tub the next day.—-
And, now, we’re told that Bobbie Kris is suicidal. Bobbie Kris is said to have idolized her mother and had done a cute video of an acapella cover of an Adele song. Yeah, Adele. You know white folk saw where that was headed and that it interfered with their Adele-replace- Aretha operation. That little video was on YouTube when I started this article today. It has now been removed. Do you see the set-up? It is my vow, my meditation to see that it never happens.
Finally, from Wiki: “In the mid-1990s, BrownHouse Productions, run by Whitney Houston and Debra Martin Chase, secured the rights to a Sparkle remake from Warner Bros. Houston had intended to cast R&B singer Aaliyah in the lead as Sparkle, but Aaliyah died in a plane crash in August 2001 before the film went into production. Following the 2011 release of their first feature, Jumping the Broom, Salim Akil and Mara Brock Akil, the creative team behind the TV series The Game and Girlfriends, took on Sparkle as their next project, with Houston executive producing and starring as the mother of the three girls.”
Voices can do other things besides sing. When black people use them in ways not approved by Racist Man and Racist Woman, those voices are silenced.
The following analysis is by a college trained entertainment business specialist, Mr. Richard Lawrence. Mr. Lawrence did not collaborate, approve or endorse any of my comments that appear above. I add them here because it helps show how Racist Man and Racist Woman leave no part of their prey unravaged for their benefit:
“The two most profitable black entertainers in American History are dead within the last three years. Both of them started recording early in life. Meaning that given their financial means; had they remained healthy chances are they would have lived the 70 or close to 70 years it takes for the copyrights to their music to expire. However, they did not. Michael Jackson owned a good share of his royalties. Whitney’s drug problems became a public issue right around the same time she began to branch out from under Clive Davis’ wing; after the Bodyguard Soundtrack. Initially the movie was considered a cinematic flop. Whitney made plans to go off on her own, start her own label, own movie production company, plans to produce and more importantly; control her own product. Produce her own product so that Whitney Houston can reap all the rewards. And in the years that followed, famously descends into drug addiction/mental illness and eventually dies before her dreams are ever fully realized. Whitney’s most popular songs were recorded in the 80s/early 90s under Clive Davis, before the digital age. I doubt her contract includes provisions meant to account for the distribution and payment of residuals that her mp3s will bring in. More than likely meaning her estate will get robbed.
Whitney Houston sold over one hundred-and-forty million albums. Due to the success of Whitney Houston, the Davis family will never have to work again; thanks to her death. A prematurely deceased Whitney Houston is worth more money to Clive Davis than a recovering drug addicted Whitney Houston. I seriously doubt the Houston family will be able to say they’ll never have to work another day in their lives. Intellectual property is the most valuable thing we have in America as African-Americans. It’s the only thing Caucasians are incapable of taking from us. So instead they manipulate our sensibilities in order to steal our ideas. “It’s funny when your mind is a gold mine and people are gold-diggers.” Styles P. As people of color we must begin to realize our minds are golden, that’s why whenever we begin to think freely they pump us full of mind altering substances to destroy our thought process. By the time we wake up, if we ever wake up, it’s usually too late.
I’m sure what was in Whitney Houston’s prescription bottles, was put there for her demise. An addict should NEVER take medications unless they’re life saving, and even then they need to be taken with extreme caution and medical supervision. The doctors charged with Whitney Houston’s care traded one drug for another; all with the same intent, keeping her mind open to manipulation.
If at any point in her life, Whitney Houston’s mind had decided to allow that voice to sing the song that called for revolution, that voice would have changed the world. If that voice, THE VOICE of a generation; had sung the “People Get Ready’s” or the “What’s going on?” that the Marvin Gaye’s and Curtis Mayfield’s sang: that voice would have most certainly changed the world. They silenced that voice before her mind could match her talent.
Whitney’s music was worthless while she was alive. The powers that be made sure of it. Her last studio album flopped in the eyes of the public and media. Her old songs were not in demand because she was viewed publicly as a pariah for so many years. As she begun to clean herself up, I’m sure she wanted to reclaim her fortune and her fame. Clive Davis shows up touting Jennifer Hudson as the next Whitney Houston. In my opinion, the final straw that broke the camels back. A broken woman, trying to rebuild herself and then blasted with the realization that her mentor; her figurative father figure, has replaced her. That would be a tough pill for any person to swallow. I believe, in my humble opinion, Clive Davis knew what he was doing. He knew Whitney Houston was a diva. He knows you don’t take one diva and then upstage them with another diva in the same night. He knew that would destroy an already fragile Whitney Houston. And it did. Whitney Houston is gone. And now Whitney Houston’s music is number one on the charts again. Whitney Houston’s name is ringing bells again. Clive Davis is profiting off his number one “bottom” girl again. Whitney Houston was no more than a crack hoe in the minds of Clive Davis. Clive Davis is little more than a well spoken well dressed pimp in my mind. That’s how they manipulated the queen. She was a brilliant woman. She was interested in black history and studying where we came from as a people. Whitney Houston was interested in learning. She wanted to do for herself and improve her family’s situation and the situations of others by extension. Enough of the life she lived proves as much. In my mind, that was more than enough reason to cause her demise. She was attempting to rise to high.”