The Passing of a Another Legend

This post is over a week old. I wrote it last week while the memories and emotions were a little raw. So, first, let me say Rest In Sweet Peace, Don Cornelius. I prayed that God shows you mercy and absolves you of any and all things.

Mr. Cornelius was a legend not just because Soul Train was a cultural icon, but because of how black folks were and still are treated. So, here is my mini lesson on being black.

When you are black you are treated like you are invisible. You don't exist. This is at work, at a resturant, on the corner trying to get a cab. It is why the book The Help, while fiction is based on fact. The things that people discuss around help they would not say out loud, in public.

I worked in Baltimore County in 1974- my senior year. I have had a shotgun pointed (by the Baltimore County police) at me and told to pick up the trash that had missed the trash can. My smart ass told them nope, my grandma and godma said I don't have to clean up behind anyone. My aunt and uncle were both college professors AND I had an uncle who was an officer in the army. So, shoot me. Please!

Now, that was a little reckless but I have never felt I have to apologize for who I am, for who God made me.  I try to stay on the straight and narrow, but that does not bind my tongue to all that was wrong and is STILL wrong in this country. Felt this background was necessary for the next part of my essay.

Soul Train showed us as hip, cool, and lots of fun. We got to see musicians that the "main stream" had never heard of, no matter how much talent they possessed.

Mr. Don gave us this gift with grace, humility and the ability to select dancers and guests who kept us coming back for years. In addition, he introduced us to advertising that was just for us. You have no idea how hard it used to be to find products to do you hair! We were shown that we too were beautiful, we were cool and it was a really great time to be "black."  He gave us wings to fly, sass to remember and joy to be what we were, without shame or feeling less than anyone.

So, Soul Train was an iconic show to be sure. I just wanted to share a little of how important it was to me, as a young black woman, entering the real world.

Thanks for reading!

Much love,


UPDATE: 1:17am Sunday February 12, 2012

On February 11, 2012, yet ANOTHER legend passed away. Whitney Houston's talent and angelic voice will be remembered as a singing voice that could bring tears to my eyes. I am so sorry for all she suffered during her short time here and hope that we all remember how talented she was and how long we had her gift.

Rest in Peace, sweet diva!

February 18, 2012

This week I avoided most of the shows regarding Ms. Whitney. I did watch the Oprah interview- it was amazing, heart and soul felt. Those who are most sensitive are always prone to addictions. Just something to take off the edge, to let them get a little peace. Not making any "excuses" just for some, being here is much more difficult than others. Ms. Whitney had a direct link to God, a link that we all have but most of us never, ever access. Once you do access that link, your life is changed-forever. Cause then you KNOW who God is to you and who you are to God.

I am glad she is finally at peace. We will miss her amazing talent to be sure, but she left us with enough to get us through. Thanks so much for letting me have my piece!

As an addendum, I could not figure out why I kept finding new things to post. All last week, this post was bumped, several times until the date of February 11, 2012. I updated this post instead of adding a new post because, Ms. Whitney will always be a legend.

"Legends can be now and forever. Teaching us to love for Goodness sake" Theme from the movie "Legend" by Tangerine Dream

My favorite Whitney movie will always be the Preachers Wife. I loved all her movies, but the music in the Preacher's Wife never, ever fails to uplift my spirits.

I Love The Lord The Preacher's Wife Whitney Houston 1963-2012