Growing up poor and half-Black, I, as a child, searched for Black role models aside from my mother. With my mom and dad listening to Motown religiously, I fell in love with Diana Ross. I loved her songs and her voice that so perfectly complimented her music. Studying her lyrics and pictures in my parents' tape cassette inserts, I found her beautiful, confident and strong. She made her mark on and drew diverse audiences in a time when Blacks were not widely not accepted.
Reading Diana Ross Memoirs: Secrets of a Sparrow, I find myself still liking Ross, but I find she may have been a bit manipulative and calculating to make it in her early career. Maybe that's what was needed to make it as a young Black woman in the racist and sexist 1960s. But after doing some research, it is obvious lies were told in this memoir, and some truths were completely dismissed.
I found it very interesting to learn how Ross made her entrance into the world of Motown, and how her group, The Supremes, became a household name across the nation. But I found a lot of the book overly saccharine. Having seen Ross in concert very recently, she does give off very happy and optimistic vibes, and I love that. But the happiness in which Ross writes about her life and her relationships with others seems to be artificial in a sense. Also, in this memoir, a lot of the same ideas are repeated constantly.
Overall, I love Ross. And seeing that she was not upfront about a lot makes me realize that people are complex. Even good people can make bad choices, and that is okay. Ross is just as human as any of us. I just wish she respected her fans enough to be much more honest about her life -- mistakes, questionable decisions and all.
But I continue to see Ross as the Queen. She inspired young Black girls. And she opened up non-Black audiences to a strong, creative, hard-working Black woman who refused to back down or let life tear her down.