Oprah: Would it have bothered you if your daughter, Whitney, was gay?”
Cissy Houston: “Absolutely,”
Cissy Houston: “Not at all,”
Oprah: “You wouldn’t have condoned it?”
Cissy Houston: “No.”
For those of you who have ever wondered why Whitney Houston — who seemed to have it all — wasted her life with drugs, alcohol and Bobby Brown – read the above one more time.
Read it knowing that if Whitney was indeed gay or even bisexual, her mother would never have given her one word of support, one hug of acceptance, one moment of love and understanding.
We will never know the sort of life Whitney Houston might have had if her Mother had been just a bit more compassionate, loving and accepting toward her daughter. If she is harboring this much anger still – one can only imagine what Whitney had to listen to while she was alive.
What we do know is that no matter if Whitney were gay or straight – it’s obvious that her Mother did not support her life choices as she writes in her book:
“I knew I didn’t want Robyn around my daughter, and I told (Whitney) that. There wasn’t much I could do though. (Whitney) like Robyn. She was past the age when I could forbid her from seeing someone. Kids have a mind of their own when they get older. They want to experiment with all kinds of things. And I don’t know if it was more than that.”
We don’t know what Whitney faced with her mother or any other members of her family or friends.
What we do know is this: Millions of LGBT, young and old face this sort of rejection and anger every day from their own Mothers, Fathers, Sisters, Brothers, Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, friends, teachers, priests, pastors… Every single day… They are thrown from their homes that offered shelter and food and love into streets filled with nothingness simply because of who they are. One moment they are loved – the next they are alone.
I say we let Whitney Houston rest in peace – and I also say we work every day to change the hearts and minds of Mother’s such as Cissy Houston.
Children – all children – just need to be loved for who they are – not for what or who their parents want them to be.