REPORTER: TOMI HINKKANEN – LOS ANGELES, NEWARK, NJ
DATE: Feb. 19th,2012

Whitney Houston
The sudden death of Whitney Houston has shocked the world. The girl with the golden voice was laid to rest at Fairview Cemetery in New Jersey over the weekend.
Saturday evening, February 11th, I heard the news about Whitney’s death at the Beverly Hilton. I live only about a mile away. That night I arrived at her death scene, as helicopters were buzzing above and journalists were scrambling to find new leads. Many were waiting outside the service entrance for the coroner’s van to take Whitney’s body to the county morgue (It didn’t happen until the wee hours of the morning). She lay there on the fourth floor, room 434. But apparently the show must go on. At the same time Whitney’s mentor, music producer Clive Davis’ star-studded annual pre-Grammy party was going full swing as scheduled. It was macabre and surreal. I caught up with two ladies dressed in evening gowns, singers Terry Jones and Helen Bruner, who were leaving the Clive Davis party. They told me that a part of the event was dedicated to Whitney. I could still see the confusion in their eyes about the party taking place at all despite Whitney’s demise just hours earlier. Both ladies had met Whitney during better times.

The Beverly Hilton - Photo by Tomi Hinkkanen
“She was wonderful – full of life, very warm and very real. Giving, not afraid to say hello, not afraid to stop and take a picture and not afraid to give a moment of advise,” Jones remarked. In the following days I visited the makeshift shire in front of the Beverly Hilton and talked with fans from all over the world. Some would spontaneously sing her tunes.

The Beverly Hilton - Photo by Tomi Hinkkanen
Houston’s last public performance took place Thursady night, two days before her death at the Tru nightclub in Hollywood. The club’s publicist Adam Ambrose gave me a full account of that last show. That night the club hosted a pre-Grammy party with 20 acts. Whitney’s entourage of seven arrived an hour before the start of the show, around 10.15 pm.
“She acted very confidently, the professional that she was. We sat them down downstairs. They had a bottle of Dom Perignon between them. It was a party atmosphere. They were chatting and having fun. About 11.15 she went upstairs. We cleared a little back area for her, so that people wouldn’t come up to her. We had a packed house, about 500 people,” Adam Ambrose recounts.

Tru Nightclub - Photo by Tomi Hinkkanen
To everyone’s surprise, Whitney gave her last performance right there that night.
“About midnight her friend called her and she was introduced to everyone. The crowd went crazy. Everybody was surprised. Suddenly she walks on stage with Kelly Price. We didn’t expect that. She took the mike and they sang a very short duet “Jesus Loves Me”. Then she suddenly turned and went off. She didn’t want to grab the limelight. I was there and would have loved to have seen another song.”
As days went on, more details surrounding Houston’s death started to emerge. In her last days, the hotel guests had witnessed Whitney acting loudly, drinking and carrying on. She even did cartwheels at the pool area. Finally the hotel security guards had to be summoned to calm her down. On that faithful Saturday, she had continued drinking in the morning, but then withdrew to her room to prepare for that evening’s Clive Davis event, where she was supposed to perform. People close to Whitney tell that they normally never allowed her to take baths on the fear that she might drown. It is unknown why this time nobody kept an eye on her. By the time her aunt entered Whitney’s room that afternoon, it was all over and she had passed away in her bathtub. Prescription pills, including Xanax, an alprazolam used to treat anxiety, were found in the room, along with an empty beer can and a champagne glass. According to experts, mixing drugs like Xanax with alcohol can be fatal. An autopsy was performed the following day, Sunday. On Monday, Whitney’s body was flown on film producer Tyler Perry’s private jet from Los Angeles to Newark, New Jersey.

Flags flew half staff in New Jersey in honor of Whitney (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
I flew there that Friday, the eve of her funeral.
Newark is a city of just under 300,000. The Manhattan skyline, with its new World Trade Center visibly rising in the distance, is only eight miles away. But it might as well be on a different planet. Recession had hit hard this rustbelt city. Many of the downtown buildings stood dilapidated and empty. I saw people wandering the streets as in a dream state, without work or any apparent destination.

A housing complex in Newark, NJ (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
I settled in the Best Western Robert Treat Hotel – named after one of the founding puritans of the city. It is a walking distance away from the New Hope Baptist Church. This is where Whitney first started her singing career as a teenager with a voice of an angel. She sang in the church choir, garnering early attention and then subsequently appeared on the Merv Griffin Show. On Friday, as the sun was setting, the church was a scene of a homecoming for the girl from the hood. Hundreds of people gathered outside the church, bringing flowers, cards and balloons.

A woman is holding Houston's picture near New Hope Baptist Church (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
The mementos filled the chain link fence around the church. Among the grievers was Donna Jackson, wearing a Whitney-themed T-shirt.
“I grew up with her music and my daughter was born at the same time as her daughter. This was my grandparents’ church. They saw Whitney sing during regular services. I always attended the annual gospel festival, where Whitney would often sing, even after becoming famous. I already got tickets for this year’s festival and was expecting to see her in March. But whether she is here physically or not, she will always be our angel,”
Donna whispered. The people congregating outside the church were playing her music throughout the evening. She was belting out “The Greatest Love of All” over a loudspeaker.
Most of the audience was African-American, but a white couple, Tanya and Hector from Pennsylvania, had also made the trek to be near their idol.
“She was the greatest singer of all times. This is a sad day. It is as if we had lost a relative,” Hector said with wife nodding next to him. Monique and Tanya, who live in the tri state area, were seen admiring the flowers and greeting fans had left on the fence. “We wanted to be as near as possible to Whitney. She had such a huge impact on our lives. We have known each other since we were five years old. We grew up with Whitney’s music. We would sing her songs in Tanya’s kitchen, sometimes dedicating the songs to guys we were infatuated with at the time,” Monique smiled. The young women had seen all of Whitney’s movies and the reality show “Being Bobby Brown”, in which she appeared with her then-husband.
Twenty something Quantil Alexander and Myriel Marshall brough balloons and a card with the text “With deepest sympathy.” Their friends and family members had signed it. “She was my idol. I saw her at the Newark airport a couple of years ago. She walked right past me. She seemed to be so full of life. And she didn’t disappear in any first class lounge, but headed to a regular restaurant to eat with the common folk,” Quantil reminisced. Larry Jones is a student and a single parent. He brought his two-year-old son Jaylen to see the funeral preparations.
“I used to live five minutes from here in a government housing complex. I remember when I first heard the name Whitney Houston as a young boy, and learned that she was from here. That brought us hope – perhaps something good would happen to us as well. I used to sing her son “I’m Ev’ry Woman”, many other guys did as well, ” Larry chuckled. Vasili is from Moscow and a student of the New York Film Academy. He and a friend Peter brought a tasteful-looking floral arrangement of purple flowers – Whitney’s favorite color.
“We both have been Whitney fans for at least a decade. I used to listen to her music back in Russia,” Vasili told. The young men were hoping that their flowers would be accepted inside the church. “We noticed that the best looking arrangements were accepted in the church,” Peter added. The guys are in luck – their floral condolences are taken inside by stern-looking security guards patrolling the main entrance of the church.
Arthur Jenkins and Dennis Mason are old buddies and war veterans. They both served in Vietnam. Arthur in the Marines, where he earned a purple heart, and Dennis in the army. ”We are both ’Norks’, born and raised here. I have met Whitney’s mother and love her music. Here we all look after each other,” Arthur explained. As it was getting dark, the crowd outside the church grew louder. People started dancing on the street to Whitney’s music. It was a party atmosphere.
That same Friday evening, away from the prying eyes of the media and the public, a private viewing of Houston’s body was held at a nearby Whigham Funeral Home.

Whigham Funeral Home (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
The next morning, the place turned into a mob scene. People wanting to be close to Whitney, came in droves, again leaving balloons, notes and flowers outside the funeral home. “The greatest cousin of all will be missed”, read the text on Brandi Brown’s T-shirt. She is not literally Whitney’s cousin. Here close friends commonly call themselves cousins.

Brandi Brown's family has know the Houston family for years (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
“Whitney and I sang in the same choir at the New Hope Baptist Church. Her mother was our choir director. I’m in the background in the old video, where Whitney is seen singing in the choir,”
Brandi pointed out proudly. She was 11 and Whitney 13. Grace James and Angela Binns had flown to Newark from their home in Bermuda – just for Whitney.

Grace and Angela flew from Bermuda to say farewell to Whitney (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
“We came here to pay our respects. We were hoping to get inside the church but understand the Houston family’s wishes,” Grace said. Together we take a cab and visit the cemetery, where she was to be laid to rest. The Fairview Cemetery is located a half an hour away from the city, in the affluent Westfield. Saturday morning the cemetery was empty. We spotted a service truck on one of the lanes. I stopped by to ask for directions to the Houston family grave, but the man sitting in the truck refused to divulge the location and asked us to leave. However, there was a turquoise awning in the middle of the cemetery. We figured that it may be the burial site but did not hang on to find out due to the groundskeeper’s reaction.

Whitney Houston was buried in Fairview Cemetery, Westfield, New Jersey (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
Instead, we headed to the city of East Orange, to Whitney’s old school, which has since been renamed as The Whitney Houston Academy.

Whitney's old school became a shrine (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
An American flag was flown half staff outside the school building.

The Whitney E. Houston Academy (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
A friend of the Houston family, Lisa Ventura, was standing by the door.

Lisa Ventura came to pay her respects at Whitney's school (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
“Our families have been close for a long time. I met Whitney 11 years ago when I was working at a doctor’s office. She came to see the doctor along with her then-husband Bobby Brown. She greeted me and looked fabulous,” Lisa recalled. Later on she saw Houston in concert in Atlantic City. She then left to her mother’s house to watch the funeral on TV. In fact, unless you were an invited guest, that was the only way to see the funeral. The taxi took Angela, Grace and myself back to Newark and we said goodbye. The Newark police had blocked off the streets leading to the New Hope Church.

Mounted policemen guarding the New Hope Church (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
That, of course, didn’t stop hundreds of fans lining the streets anyway.

Fans waiting to see a glimpse of a celebrity funeral guest (by Tomi Hinkkanen)
In order to get through the police barricade, one had to show an official invitation to a police officer.

A string of black limousines and SUV’s made their way to the checkpoint. I spotted talk show host Starr Jones and singers Roberta Flack and Jennifer Hudson among the VIP-guests.

So, along with millions of others, I watched Whitney’s poignant memorial on TV. It filled me with sadness. She was too young to die – only 48. On Sunday she was buried next to her father in a private ceremony at the Fairview Cemetery we had visited the day earlier. I wish there had been some kind of a public memorial for Whitney’s fans and friends in Newark. So many of them had followed her career – proud of the fact that she was one of them – a girl next door. To countless people down on their luck, Whitney Houston gave hope for a better future. Her success was a living proof that despite your background, if you had talent and worked hard, you too could achieve your goals in life. They felt like Whitney sang: “I found the greatest love of all inside of me.”