There is only one reason for me to write:

To take an active part in the Black community by finding teachable moments in life, and to try and convey them, along with the news, with the heart and spirit and soul of a Harriet Tubman or a Sojourner Truth, or even of a historical gospel icon-of-a-woman of the caliber of Mother Shirley Caesar.

If the Black community has nothing to derive or learn from news reporting, then it’s really not worth reporting or talking about, no matter who or what it is about.

We can spend a lot of time talking about Black women and depression, there is a lot to say. We can talk all day long about Black women and the causes of suicide, because more of us are committing suicide these days than ever in the history of America; and even talking about Post-traumatic Slave Syndrome (PTSS) in general; however, Bobbi Kristina Brown (Gordon)’s life only has one element of it from which we can all learn.

That ‘element’ is mixed up with what must be like to live the life of a very spoiled and over-privileged Black female who has never seen a day of lack, hunger, want, or has ever had to live to in the streets; a young lady who absorbed fame by osmosis of birthright, and who was put in a better position to find out who she is, what she wants out of life, and with the money to do it in higher style than most of us, than even most white people, will ever know.

Instead, Bobbi Kristina is an example of a “failure to launch.”

We all pray that she makes it through this most recent episode in her reckless and abandoned, wild-storied life, but she’s been on a suicide mission for a long time — and she hasn’t even been here that long. She is a young woman who is still tied to her deceased mother’s umbilical cord, though true enough, she lost her mother early enough in life for it to sting like hell.

Too many of us know that route -the loss of a mother- because we’ve been down that road. Once is enough for anyone, especially if you are the only one, or even one of a brood of children, who were close to their mothers.

Whether it is by tragic circumstances, or an expected event of proportional pain and suffering … losing a mother is not a joke.

I wasn’t close to my own mother, but I’d gladly give up a year or two of my own life just to talk to her one more time. I’m certain she and I would be two entirely different people by now. I had just turned 20 years old when my own mother died five days after my birthday. She choked to death on a piece of bread during dinner. But…

I’d rather us arguing and fighting here, than her dead.

That said, Bobbi Kristina Brown (Gordon) really has no excuse for what she has done. None whatsoever.

Pain is pain and some of us have gone through worse things that she has never experienced and never will. I get that. We all “get” it. It is enough to make you want to die; been there, done it.

But Bobbi Kristina has hold of a stone cold advantage. Her mother set her up for life; even bought and brought her daughter a husband and raised him herself to make sure she “had it all.”

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No, it isn’t all about money — but it’s a helluva start to go anywhere else in life that you are trying to go.

She had or has the money to go to any college or university in the world and ‘find herself’ and become her own person in life. She has no reason or excuse to keep trying to live her mother’s life, invoke her mother’s spirit, or even to die her mother’s death; and here’s the kicker:

I don’t doubt that the Black community, including Tyler Perry himself, is highly responsible and complicit for putting too much pressure on Bobbi Kristina to carry on the legacy that only her mother, Whitney Elizabeth Houston, could have left the world.

The young lady cannot sing very well, she is not a very good actress, and she has not merged into the kind of growth and maturity and discipline that it takes to become very good in the “industry.” The fact that we -as a community- keep trying to ‘push’ her into that Khazarian Empire rule, that place that we can only refer to as “Hollyweird,” means that some of the blame for her attempted suicide does rest with us.

This public life is not her cross to carry, or her burden to bear. God gave Whitney that talent, and it rests with her to this day and into all eternity.

In the meantime, Ms Brown, like all of us, should take the time out to discover who we are instead of trying to be “like” our parents, or grandparents, or anyone else — no matter how close or how far away.

She has the money to become anything she wants: Doctor, lawyer, pediatrician, veterinarian, Princess Pocahontas of the Yucatan…but she will never be Whitney Houston. If she wants to sing, fine. She needs lessons. If she wants to act, fine. She needs to go to school for it and grow into it like most other actresses who are not “blinging reality show stupid.” Unlike her mother, she simply wasn’t “gifted at birth.” That’s life.

And she should be very proud of being Bobby Brown’s daughter. Brown is not the totally unholy incarnation of evil that people want him to be. That is her heritage, and her inheritance in this lifetime. That is what God gave her, and it is good and very good.

Therein is the Teachable Moment in the Life of One Bobbi Kristina Brown (Gordon) for all of us: Be yourself.

REFERENCE NOTE

If Bobbi Kristina doesn’t know who she is yet, her mother left her with more than she needs to figure it out.

Go and do thou likewise…