Everyone wants to be a superstar. I mean what could possibly be better than living out your dream in front of huge crowds, making millions, and having the time of your life? Well, I can think of a few things because you can’t just be a celebrity without owing the world something in return. In most cases, your personal life fits the bill. Sports analysts, news broadcasters, Windy Williams and the likes continue to sell the souls of celebrities for better ratings. I think we’ve forgotten that behind the images we’re sold of the rich and famous are real humans. They eat, sleep, and hurt just like the rest of us. It’s hilarious(as in sad) that we talk down about somebody and in the same breath say “Only God Can Judge Me”. We love giving a damn with no permission don’t we?
Let’s not even get into who’s casting the first stone, but why is it we’re throwing them at the mirror? We’ll yawn past every spectacular thing a talented black person does, but on the first and final strike, we’re fake caring about somebody like that puts us in the VIP line through the pearly gates. Prime examples; Chris Brown and Chad (Ocho-Cinco) Johnson. Both of them, black super stars, yet aggressors in domestic violence altercations. Now I don’t condone that, outside of the most extreme circumstances(which I doubt was the case with either of them). I also have plenty of my own business to mind rather than borrowing theirs. It’s nothing wrong with disagreeing or even hating the acts of these men, but to let these isolated events define and embody them both personally and professionally….is a little unfair. All for what? So we can feel not so bad about falling short of the success they’ve earned? Or are we so brainwashed that when we see a black superstar, it doesn’t make sense unless something goes wrong?
It’s disturbing that when there’s any bias from us toward us, it’s not in favor of our own. Everybody hated Chris Brown when it was the cool thing to do. Even though his career’s resurrected with consecutive hit songs, a Grammy award and several nominations since the domestic altercation, he’s still answering to the world of sinners for not being perfect. 4 years later, some of us are holding on to the burden of hate for the only rightful owner, Rihanna, who’s long since let it go. Kanye said it best, “People never get the flowers while they can still smell ’em”. If they do, it’s not before we pluck the pedals leaving only the thorns. We force our stars to pay one hell of a price for pursuing their dreams and being good at it. I haven’t even been around that long and already I see a pattern. They live, we hate, they die, we perform tributes and buy t-shirts as we proudly pretend we loved them all along. Or am I the only one who noticed…?
Honorable Mentions of Extremely Talented Black People We Hailed Then Nailed
Gabrielle Douglas. Her pony tail was sweating out…. as she set olympic records for a country that gives her two n half strikes for being a female, African-American, and dark skinned at that.
Kanye West. Musical GENIUS. Lost his mother, months later was intoxicated and spoke out of turn at an awards show.
Lebron James. Broadcasted his decision to leave an athletic program with a horrible team and franchise that was hardly promising. Also donated $1 million to charity from the proceeds that no one mentions. Hands down one of the best athletes of ALL TIME(not up for debate).
Whitney Houston. Did drugs. Possibly one of the most remarkable vocalists to ever live and was the first black woman recognized as “America’s Sweetheart”.
Michael Jackson. Accused of child molestation in which I don’t believe he was ever guilty of. This man was amazing and even that’s an understatement. He paved the way for black and white artists today who don’t even come close to his level.