The Whitney I Knew [NOOK Book]


BeBe Winans met Whitney Houston in church 28 years ago, and they quickly developed a close bond. They considered each other family in the deepest sense of the word--hanging out in each other's homes, singing backup vocals for each other on albums, touring together. BeBe was with her when she was onstage and far from the spotlight, on the set and in the studio, through good times and the worst of times--and this very personal book takes readers inside all of those places to give a real and intimate picture of the ...
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BeBe Winans met Whitney Houston in church 28 years ago, and they quickly developed a close bond. They considered each other family in the deepest sense of the word--hanging out in each other's homes, singing backup vocals for each other on albums, touring together. BeBe was with her when she was onstage and far from the spotlight, on the set and in the studio, through good times and the worst of times--and this very personal book takes readers inside all of those places to give a real and intimate picture of the Whitney he knew. Here readers will discover new information and insights into both Whitney's heart and her world--information that they will not find anywhere else. From profoundly moving moments to eye-opening accounts of triumph to the heart-breaking realities that led to her ultimate defeat, the stories are here, along with links to never-before-seen private videos of Whitney and a full-length photo section. In his moving tribute at her funeral, Winans reaffirmed that she will be remembered for her warm, lavish generosity, her faith, and her lighthearted humor--those positive truths that overshadow any negative missteps in recent years. "In my heart and in my mind, I have memories of so many great, great moments," he says. "She will live in our hearts forever."
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  • ISBN-13: 9781617951527
  • Publisher: Worthy Publishing
  • Publication date: 7/1/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 185,144
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

BeBe Winans is a groundbreaking inspirational, R&B, and gospel vocalist, writer, and producer who has recorded with the likes of Stevie Wonder, Brian McKnight, and Whitney Houston. He has won 4 Grammy awards, 10 Dove awards, and 6 Stellar awards, has had a syndicated radio show, and has acted in both film and theater. In 1987 he teamed up with sister CeCe Winans for an amazing run of smash hits and platinum-selling albums. BeBe resides with his family in Nashville, Tennessee.
Timothy Willard is a popular writer on matters of faith and culture. He is coauthor of Veneer: Living Deeply in a Surface Society and has collaborated on ten other books. Tim lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia, with his wife and three children.
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The Whitney I Knew

By BeBe Winans, Timothy Willard


Copyright © 2012 BeBe Winans
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-61795-152-7


Our Black Princess

My heart desires each of us to listen to her memory and see if we can't sift through the tabloids and into the heart of our "American Princess."


* * *

When my daughter, Miya, was four, she fell in love with the television movie Cinderella. The one in which Whitney played the Fairy Godmother and Brandy played Cinderella. We taped it for Miya so she could watch it. And watch it she did. Over and over and over again.

One day Whitney stopped by the house. The doorbell rang and Miya ran to see who was there. When she opened the door, she stood frozen—dumbstruck. Whitney walked in, and Miya ran across the room and grabbed me.

"Daddy, Daddy! The Fairy Godmother is here!"

Whitney clapped her hands, threw her head back, and laughed. "Oh, Lord! I spent all this time trying to be a singer, and now I'm a Fairy Godmother."

I can just imagine Miya's little mind working—how she would conjure up her little Cinderella world. I used to watch her play in her room. She'd act out both parts, first Whitney, then Brandy. How I'd laugh: my precious little daughter living in the princess world with Whitney.

On that day, when the doorbell rang, my little Miya faced her hero. But in this case, her hero was more than just a character in a fairy tale played over and over on the television. Now her hero was a live human being who took a real interest in her life.

The same woman who played the Fairy Godmother also played the real-life role of Miya's godmother. And maybe at that time in her young life, Miya didn't fully understand the "godmother" idea, but she would over time. Over time she'd see past the glass slipper and the "Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo" and into the real person. And that time would come by way of laughter ... play ... and, later, sadness.

* * *

To my Miya and her brother, Benjamin, and to my nieces and nephews as well, Whitney was as real as anybody else. She'd call the house and even stop in from time to time. She held those kids. She played with them. She sang to them. She was around like any friend of the family would be.

The public forgets that behind the glowing television screen a real person lives and breathes and eats breakfast just like everyone else. A person with friends and even enemies. A person with feelings.

Celebrities get lonely—even if they're superstars.

They get sad.

They get desperate.

They get lost.

They desire to be found.

Whitney wasn't just a singer who wore opulent outfits on stage; she was someone who liked to wear blue jeans and tennis shoes, she liked to play practical jokes, and she loved children. The fairy-tale character on the television found her way into my daughter's heart, but it was even more than that. She found her way into Miya's real life. Whitney was like that good friend of the family who everyone refers to as Uncle or Aunt So-and-So. No one remembers when or how they became part of the family; they've just always been so. Always family.

Whitney was Whitney. And that's why we all loved her. She brought herself into everything she did. She made the fairy-tale land her own. She brought that sparkle to Cinderella (and would later do so as Jordin Sparks' mother in her final movie, Sparkle), and my daughter dove into it headfirst.

When I run into people in my community, they ask how the family is doing and they say how sorry they are for the loss of my friend. And nearly everyone says, "I loved Whitney." There was universal upheaval when she died on February 11, 2012. I think people feel as if their Fairy Godmother—or maybe more so, Sleeping Beauty—has fallen asleep but isn't waking up.

I remember Oprah's interview with Whitney a few years ago. Whitney's involvement with "the princess movie," Cinderella, prompted Oprah to call her "our black princess." I would agree. I think she was that for anyone who heard her sing. She was that for my daughter.

But eventually we all grow up and the fairy tales we love to act out in our pretend worlds lose their luster.

My daughter is sixteen now. She just attended her first prom. She dressed up in her pretty dress and walked out the door, her best version of Princess Whitney. But the fairy-tale world has changed now. It changed the day I received a phone call while at dinner with my son, Benjamin.

My phone started going crazy. It was my cousin Cindy.

"Have you heard what's being reported?" she asked.


Cindy told me what she knew. I hit "End" on my iPhone with a trembling finger.

I tried to call Pat, Whitney's sister-in-law, but as I was dialing, my mom's number showed up.


"Have you heard?" she asked.

"I'm going to call Pat to find out ..."

"Oh, BeBe. CeCe and I just hung up with Pat. It's all true."

Everything changed with just the flash of a phone screen.

It changed when Benjamin and I drove to my daughter's work and told her that Whitney had died.

It changed when we cried together.

It changed when I realized my kids were more concerned about me than their own hurt.

* * *

Even now, I look at my phone, thinking she'll call. But she doesn't.

If you can, lean in and listen to that voice—the one that sang the National Anthem, the voice that drew us into The Bodyguard. Imagine that voice in the form of a phone call. Can you hear it?

"Hello-o, my bro-tha," she would sing as I answered. Up and down the scale she'd soar—her typical phone greeting to me. We sang our hellos.

"Hello, my bro-tha. Whatcha doin' today? Mmmhmmm."

And of course, I would respond in kind. "Whatcha' doin', my si-ster! Can you get together sometime? Ohh-ohh, mmmhmmm."

We'd perform our conversational opera, she and I. Can you hear it? Not just a voice, but a person behind the voice. The playful sister always wanting to sing, even on the phone.

That same playful girl and I were planning my fiftieth birthday party. Hers would follow the next year. We'd talk about what we'd do for the party and who I'd invite. And now, when I think about that birthday, I only hear an echo of our discussions. It's a heavy echo. And I find myself singing back to it the same way I'd sing to her phone calls. But the echo fades and only my voice skims the empty hallway.

She's gone. And I miss her.


Whitney's Weight of Fame

When I started singing, it was almost like speaking.


* * *

Close your eyes. Imagine yourself walking down the street.

Any moment a person with a camera could appear—skeet-skeet,skeet-skeet—capturing your image for the world to see in the tabloids the next day. There you are, plastered on cheap paper for everyone at the grocery store to gawk at as they pay for their fruit and toothpaste. Imagine how you would think about your day. How it would change your routine to have to prepare yourself for the possibility of being stopped by anyone and everyone, just so they can have a picture of you.

Now imagine that you're intensely relational—a real people person. You love connecting deeply with others. You love your friends. And not just with a "you're a great person" type of warm fuzziness, but a savage love that wants and pursues friendships—that longs to be inside the hearts and minds of others.

Keep your eyes closed and continue imagining. Not only do you love people with every ounce of your being, not only do you thrive on personal loyalty and get lost in the security of your friendships and family, but you're stalked by the international media. Suddenly, it's hard to keep friendships private and family loyal.

In fact, it's hard to keep anything private. You're cut off from a normal life. Why? Because you pursued fame?

No. Because you possess a gift.

This gift was given to you by God, and you know it. You sense it when you use it. You communicate to people on a beautiful and mysterious level when you sing, and you love to sing. And suddenly millions of people the world over love to hear you sing. They love your gift.

Oprah calls you "The Voice" and will say after your death: "We got to hear a part of God every time she sang." The first time Tony Bennett hears you sing, he phones your mentor, Clive Davis, and says, "You finally found the greatest singer I've ever heard." Music critic Ann Powers of the Los Angeles Times calls you a "national treasure" and writes that yours is one of those voices that "stands like monuments upon the landscape of 20th-century pop, defining the architecture" of your era. New York Times music critic Jon Caramanica calls your gift not just "rare" but "impossible to mimic." Oscar winner Jennifer Hudson tells Newsday that you have taught her "the difference between being able to sing and knowing how to sing." Lionel Richie states to CNN that you knew how to "turn a ... melody into magical, magical notes." Fellow songstress Mariah Carey deems yours "one of the greatest voices to ever grace the earth." And Celine Dion—a peer if ever you had one—describes your voice as "perfect."

You are honored by your industry, your peers, your fans—and even MTV (they put you third on their list of the 22 Greatest Voices) and Rolling Stone (which says that your true greatness was in your "ability to connect with a song and drive home its drama and emotion with incredible precision"). What's more, you become the most awarded female artist to ever walk Planet Earth, with hit songs in nearly every Billboard genre and sales of more than 170 million albums, songs, and videos.

Companies clamor to bottle up your gift so they can make a buck. Oh, and they'll give you some of that money too. That's the game. It's played with exorbitant amounts of cash, which makes things easy for you—or so it would seem. You ride jets all over the world. You own several homes in the best cities. You can literally have whatever you want. Nothing is off limits. The world is for sale, and you're buying. That's the perception and the reality.

It all seems so surreal, like you're watching it happen from the outside, looking in. And it's all because, when you step up to the microphone, you light up an arena. But the tension and mystery of your fame runs even deeper. You love to share your gift—and it's not about the money or the trappings of fame. It's in your blood. Your mama sang, your family sang. It's what you do. It's what you've always done.

But it's not just that you sing. It's that you sing from a place deep within. The world burgeons with great singers, but only a few voices make people stop and listen and cry. You're one of them. Not by choice, but by Design. And it just so happens that you find incredible joy when you lose yourself in a song.

You tell Anthony DeCurtis of Rolling Stone that when you'd watch your mother sing in church, you'd get "that feeling, that soul, that thing ... like electricity rolling through you"—the same thing you experienced when the Holy Spirit would be on the move in a worship service. "It's incredible," you said. "That's what I wanted."

The world watches you get lost when you sing—they get lost with you. That's what makes you special. That's what separates your voice from all the others.

Is it worth the pressure and everything you give up when you use it? Sometimes.

Achieving fame doesn't happen on a whim. Sure, we live in an age where YouTube creates overnight success stories. But more often than not, those flames burn out as quickly as they flared up. True fame, on the other hand, is birthed. It begins with a gift. In Whitney's case, it was the gift of a voice and the infusion of a soul that loved deeply all the time. And when those two components mix, you have something uncommon. That's the Whitney I knew.

She lived in the tension of wanting to love those she was close to—to be gregarious and spontaneous because that's who she was—and dealing with the tremendous pressure and demands of her fame. It was a fame birthed from her incredible gift, a gift everyone wanted—the kind of gift that gave us that "Star - Spangled" moment.

Hers was a tangible gift that audibly and even visibly set her apart. That's what Whitney possessed. There was no gimmick to her, only giftedness. But with that giftedness came great promise and great responsibility, the weight of which can be too much for even the most pure in heart.

The world saw Whitney in the tabloids just like it sees Madonna or Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Our mistake is that we make our assumptions about the kind of people they are based on the manipulative lenses of photographers scrambling to land their photo on the front page of the tabloids. We watch Being Bobby Brown and think that the scenes caught on tape constitute Whitney as a person, a mom, and a wife. True, the reality show was not Whitney's (or Bobby's) shining moment. But are we really that eager to remember someone for their worst moments when they've given us so many of their best?

The truth is, those images never constituted Whitney's reality. Her life was not lived at the reality-show/tabloid level. And yet, because that's all so many people saw, it's all they allowed themselves to believe. The public formed their opinion of her through writers and photographers who never met her. To me, that's a tragedy.

Imagine yourself in this situation. You can't escape the expectations of the mob. And it kills you.

It's like what one writer wrote in the San Francisco Chronicle when remembering Whitney as a role model: "I'm not talking about the Whitney who succumbed to ... erratic behavior. Lord knows that the crown—six Grammys, 22 American Music Awards, well over 100 million albums sold, 'Most Successful Female Solo Artist of All Time' "—must have been heavy to bear." Absolutely, it was heavy to bear. And when the expectations of the mob join with the pressures of stratospheric fame, you can begin to doubt your own identity, which can ignite a desire to get it back no matter the cost.

* * *

Sometimes we think we own those in the public eye. We buy an album and, back in the day, we'd haul it around in our Walkmans or keep it spinning on our record players. Now we can literally carry songs in our back pockets, keeping little pieces of our favorite artists with us at all times. Some people think this entitles them to a part of that celebrity's life.

Luther Vandross once told me of a time when he was riding an escalator up and a lady who was headed on the down escalator recognized him. She made a big fuss when Luther didn't stop and sign something for her, blurting out, "I'm never going to buy another one of your albums again!"

Though Luther couldn't stop—he was on an escalator!—when he reached the top, he immediately hopped the down escalator. Upon catching up to the woman, he asked, "How many of my records do you own?" The lady quickly rattled off several titles. Luther then reached in his pocket and paid her a couple hundred dollars and said, "There, that should cover it. I never want you to buy my records again. You don't own me!"

I think Whitney felt all the time like Luther did that day. She couldn't go into a restaurant and enjoy a meal without someone coming up and saying, "I don't mean to bother you ..." Don't mean to bother you? Whitney was gracious to people, but she still was never able to eat a meal uninterrupted when in public.

Whitney bore that weight. And yes, she embraced it at some point, but it never becomes less of a burden just because you acknowledge it as your reality. It's always with you. It was always with her.

When you and I see a famous person like Whitney flying all around the world, singing in front of hundreds of thousands of people, we marvel, "That must be the life." In some ways, it is an incredible opportunity, but not without its share of darkness. When you and I are sick, we can call in to work and take a sick day. But when 20,000 fans become angry and demand their money back, and the concert promoter then wants to turn around and sue you for millions of dollars if you fail to deliver the goods, you must learn to cope. Let me break this down for you so you can understand how the pressure links back to the talent—the performer.


Excerpted from The Whitney I Knew by BeBe Winans, Timothy Willard. Copyright © 2012 BeBe Winans. Excerpted by permission of WORTHY PUBLISHING.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.

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Table of Contents


CHAPTER 1: Our Black Princess,
CHAPTER 2: Whitney's Weight of Fame,
CHAPTER 3: Bloodlines, Elvis, and Her Eternal Fan,
CHAPTER 4: The Pact,
CHAPTER 5: Crazy Whitney,
CHAPTER 6: Whitney, Jesus Loves You,
CHAPTER 7: The Voice,
CHAPTER 8: The Bodyguard Couldn't Protect Her,
CHAPTER 9: Our "Star-Spangled" Moment,
CHAPTER 10: Whitney Unfair,
CHAPTER 11: Drugs,
CHAPTER 12: Don't Blame Bobby,
CHAPTER 13: Pull It Together,
CHAPTER 14: Pesky Grief,
CHAPTER 15: Embrace the Pain,
CHAPTER 16: To the Young and the Hopeful,
CHAPTER 17: I Will Always Love You, Whitney,

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  • Posted July 30, 2012

    I really enjoyed this book far more than I expected to. I receiv

    I really enjoyed this book far more than I expected to. I received an ARC from Worthy Publishing through NetGalley and began reading immediately. Initially, I was a bit reluctant to even read the book because I thought it was just going to be BeBe capitalizing on his connection to Nip with no real insight. As I trudged on, however, I found a book that was written by a friend who is truly still in mourning and missing Nip like WE (the fans) miss her. If you're looking for a sensationalized accounting of the bold and brash Whitney Houston that the media liked to highlight, you've got the wrong book. The title alone lets you know that this is all from BeBe's perspective and at his discretion. Could he have gone into a bit more detail about some portions of Whitney's life? Absolutely! Did we necessarily need him to? Not at all. He shared the portions of his friend with which he felt comfortable and I was pleased.

    This book left me with a sadness, still. Just when I thought I'd gotten used to living in a world without Whitney, TWIK brought back all of the feelings that night when I heard she'd passed. I'm not really a huge worshiper of celebs, but Whitney's talent touched me in a way few can compare. I found myself missing her immensely as I read BeBe's accounts of their friendship.

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted December 15, 2012

    The Whitney I knew by Bebe Winans. This biography of Whitney Hou

    The Whitney I knew by Bebe Winans. This biography of Whitney Houston is written by a dear friend of hers, Bebe Winans.  Having loved Whitney's music for a long time I was blessed to be able to meet her through this book.
        The best part of this book was the personal stories shared about Whitney, how family was so important to her and what a generous and wonderful person she was, even generously making a loan of 50,000 dollars to the author for the house he wanted to buy but didn't have the money for, never asking or expecting him to pay her back.

    This book will open your eyes to the abuse of celebrities and how Whitney who craved deep loving relationships, was hurt by people who misused her and attacked her.  It brought to light the fact that often the world abuses the people in the spotlight making incorrect assumptions about them and hating them for it, never comprehending that whatever their social status they are people too.
        I doubt until reading this book anyone will know how close she was to the Winans, I certainly didn't.  Bebe, Cece and all the Winans were her adopted brothers and sisters, who she could always count on to be there for her.
        I was glad to see the way the author wrote wrote about her life, in a loving honest way, wanting the world to see past the tabloids and magazines and their lies and distortion to the true Whitney, also from a Christian perspective thus being able to write about her faith in God.
    I would recommend this book that I so enjoyed to anyone who loves her or her music.

    Bones are minor, and include a quote from T D Jakes.I received this book free from Worthy Publishing in exchange for an honest review.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 28, 2012

    A Touching Tribute from a Friend

    After reading this book, I was very moved. Bebe Winans was clearly one of Whitney Houston closest friends. Here, you get to see Whitney the girl from New Jersey as oppossed to Whitney the star. Like all of us, Ms. Houston was human and struggled with life, something Mr. Winanas points out. I also appreciated his defense of Bobby Brown. This book is a definite must read for anyone who wants to learn more about Whitney Houston and her life.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 10, 2013

    Love the book was so great

    Whitney your Fans Will Always Love you what a wonderful book your friends did the book was so touching so sad you had to pass away so young Rest in Peace

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  • Posted December 20, 2012

    more from this reviewer

    Author: BeBe Winans Published By: Worthy Publishing Age Recomme

    Author: BeBe Winans
    Published By: Worthy Publishing
    Age Recommended: 14+
    Reviewed By: Arlena Dean
    Blog For: GMTA
    Rating: 5


    "The Whitney I Knew" by Bebe Winans was a very enjoyable read. This author did a wonderful job in letting us really see Whitney in truth...dignity and love. I thought this was a awesome novel that tells 'funny personal stories' that only this author could share with us .....the reader. Mr. Winans gives his own perspective view and with his discretion did a wonderful job of giving us..Whitney Houston (Nip) life truths that only he wanted to share with us ..the reader. Mr. Winans wanted to open our eyes to see that Whitney Houston
    was human...she breathed, cried, bleeds, falls, get up, stumble and just gets back up again. Whitney Houston was a 'loyal friend, mother, sister, daughter, cousin, aunt, and also a spouse.'

    I felt "The Whitney I Knew" was beautiful written by a dear friend that really loved Whitney. Did Whitney have struggles...yes and many people have struggled too ...but one thing for sure we all know that Whitney Loved Jesus...her favorite song...'Jesus Loves Me.'

    I really loved "The Whitney I Knew" and would recommend to all as a excellent read and will leave you yearning to hear her beautiful voice once again.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2012

    Nice read

    Bebe did a nice job giving insight into his friendship with whitney.

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  • Posted September 6, 2012

    Highly Recommended

    What a great read! It makes you LOL.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 14, 2012

    Why can't I find this book in the bookstore?

    Why can't I find this book in the bookstore?

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 6, 2012

    A breath of fresh air

    This book allowed me insight of the person Whitney was and just not the mega superstar. How fame and the pressures of the entertainment business can destroy the innosense of a God fearing 19 year olf from E.O. New Jersey. BeBe shared his story of his dear friend and I so appreciate it. EXCELLENT BOOK!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 5, 2012


    What a great way to remember a beautiful spirit. Bebe gave you insight to "his sister" not the Whitney Houston we knew as a superstar. I am not a star struck person but since the death of Whitney I have read alot about this woman. Some good and some bad but this book undoubtly the best tribute to a wonderful person. Someone who wanted to love and to be loved!! I never knew her or met her but through this book I got a glimpse of who she was and how much she loved The Lord.

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    Posted February 8, 2013

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