Rolling Stone Interview May 8, 1986
WHOOPI GOLDBERG The Oscar-nominated star of 'The Color Purple' worked hard for it, honey
Very suddenly, at a velocity resembling All At Once, she became very big.
It's a week and a half before the Academy Awards. I seem to be the only person in America who hasn't been exposed to what
must be referred to as the Whoopi Goldberg Phenomenon. Six months ago I would not have felt so lonely. At that time Goldberg,
while an object of cult veneration on Broadway for her one-woman show, was but a peculiar and exotic name to the rest of America,
save those who saw her HBO special or popped for her record album on the basis of word of mouth. Now her name recognition
is through the roof. Face recognition follows only inches behind.
Her life story, which seems to be repeated by everyone but herself, has taken on a quality so mythic as to sound a little
apocryphal: growing from a child with no father in a New York City housing project, to a San Diego welfare mother with a failed
marriage and a junkie past; then pulling herself together to build a reputation in Berkeley for improvisational theater and
returning home to Manhattan to stun Mike Nichols, the critics and Steven Spielberg. Debuting as a film actor in Spielberg's
'The Color Purple' with a performance acclaimed even by the film's detractors, Goldberg has been nominated for a Best Actress
Academy Award. On talk shows like 'Donahue' the audiences rain on her their fascination; love itself may not be too strong
a word for it. In New York Laurence Olivier asks if it would be all right to sit and talk with her an hour or so about acting.
At dinner Elizabeth Taylor passes along her phone number. Whoopi's public-relations person fondly remembers the day her manager
called to say he had found "the Actress of the Century."
The Actress of the Century? Well this is Hollywood, where it isn't enough to be the actress of the hour, or the moment;
everyone has been the actress of the moment at one moment or another. But even by the standards of Hollywood inflation, the
furor over Whoopi Goldberg, fanned by desperate reminders from the East Coast that New York, after all, discovered her first,
is something out of the ordinary. And the Dismantling of Whoopi--that dialectical reaction by which a celebrity-crazed media
will turn around to cut her down to size--will probably be out of the ordinary, too, when it comes. In some ways it may have
already begun. Her credibility with the counterculture, impeccable up until six months ago, took it's first blows by fault
of association with Spielberg ('The Village Voice' called 'The Color Purple' "an Amos 'n' Andy for the '80s") while the mainstream
culture mines that same association for stories that magnify every minor disagreement with the director into a full-fledged
star tantrum. It's a perfectly familiar irony of the times that the press that tried so hard to make Whoopi Goldberg a star
now complains that she acts like one.
In truth, Goldberg, reaching this pinnacle around the age of thirty-six, in many ways resists stardom. But this is that
enthralling, potentially lethal point in a career launch when acceleration, gravity and the inaccessibility of higher heavens
test the stability of the structure going up; and resistance to the trajectory, attractive as it may be in principle, does
not make scientific sense. Whoopi Goldberg, in other words, may now simply be the passenger on her own ride.
FIVE DAYS BEFORE THE ACADEMY AWARDS, GOLDBERG is at her house in San Francisco's Bay Area. She's sitting on a low wall
in her back garden, wearing an ever-present baseball jersey with a gray felt hat pulled over her head; her finger is in the
mouth of her neighbor's new baby. "You press the finger against the soft upper palate of the mouth and they suck," is the
first thing she says to me. "They don't know nothing's coming out." The house has stood in its place nearly a century. Goldberg
tells me it used to be a birthing center; her secretary says it used to be a dairy barn. In a century it could have been both.
The house isn't to be found in the Tony hills that overlook the bay, where one might expect to find the residence of a star,
but in one of the neighborhoods populated by students and blacks and hippies. "I'm still a hippie, you know," Goldberg says.
"I still want peace and love in the world, I still want all that stuff." Not so far away is where her eleven-year-old daughter,
Alexandrea, goes to school.
It's a pleasant house but, like the neighborhood, not particularly conspicuous. Whoopi hangs on a little to the Time That
Fame Forgot--not a time before she was Whoopi Goldberg, because she's been that person for a while now, but before she was
having to defend herself on talk shows to callers who think her breezy wardrobe does not do the black race justice, back when
she was with Berkeley's theatrical Blake Street Hawkeyes. The house is in the middle of transformation. She hastens to justify
every new trapping of her good fortune. "This bathtub," she explains, indicating a large, white, old-style porcelain bathtub,
"this is the one bourgeois thing I got when everything started to happen, because I always wanted a bathtub like this." A
little while later she points out the new bed. "When everything started to happen, I decided the one thing I wanted was a
really nice bed--the kind of bed that needs someone to be in it." She presses down on it: "Air mattress," she adds. Still
later, standing in the middle of an upstairs loft like bedroom, she says, "When I got some money the one thing I had to have
was just some space," and she passes her hands over a two-hundred-square-foot area of carpet. It's a nice-sized room but hardly
mind boggling, except maybe to a woman once used to living in one-bedroom apartments with a child, when carpeting and a decent
bed were indulgences; now there's something touching in the way she prizes these things. Outside in the parking lot is a red
Porsche. "Nice car," I say. She shrugs almost apologetically. "The one boojzhie thing I went in for when, you know..." Well,
along with the bed and the bathtub and the space. It's not exactly going to make you forget Imelda Marcos, though. In the
garden are chimes and cats, a small fountain and large Popeye head in the corner. She will stare into the garden muttering,
almost inaudibly, "I'm so fucking lucky."
Around town they know Whoopi. We eat at a small fish place where customers either react as friends or, as a courtesy, don't
react at all. The specialty here is something called buffalo fish, deep fried, half portions of which will feed two or three
people. For a while we watch inchworms move up the walls of the restaurant like Slinkys--the back end must always catch up
with the front before the front before the front moves on. "I feel like that sometimes," Goldberg says. Sometime during the
course of the meal a young black guy in gym clothes, who identifies himself as Jerome, approaches to quietly as Whoopi about
pursuing a career "in the same line of endeavor as yourself." He calls her "Miss Goldberg" and reminds her that he spoke to
her the day before; she remembers him. She explains she'll be out of town for a month but if he'll give her his phone number
she'll get in touch with him afterward and talk to him. I give him some paper, and he writes the number down and stands far
away when he does it; he's afraid he smells bad: "I've been working out and I'm a little funky," he apologizes. Where this
guy came from isn't clear; he appeared like an inchworm, out of the wall. His speech has the labored precision of having been
practiced, and he has probably waited all day to see that red Porsche out in front of the fish place. He looks at me as though
he'd give anything to be sitting where I am. Whoopi neither dismisses him nor humiliates him with I-love-to-help-the-little-people
condescension. Later she acknowledges a little sadly that these things happen a lot now: "I know they think I can just say,
'Put this one in a movie...' and you try to explain sometimes and they say, 'Well, you just don't want to help.' You want
to be able to do everything for everyone and you can't, and that'll kill you. You can die from this stuff because you feel
guilty that suddenly you got the cookie. People think I'm running Hollywood."
When Goldberg goes to Los Angeles this evening, she will begin a period of activity in which she will make a commercial
with Mickey Mouse and the Muppets for Hands Across America and the nation's hungry; help present the Comic Relief benefit
for America's homeless; put the finishing touches on the much troubled production of her second film, "Jumpin' Jack Flash";
plan for the shooting of her third picture, "Burglar"; and attend "that other thing" the following Monday night. That other
thing, of course, is the Oscars. "I think about it and I don't think about it," she says when we're driving. "Mostly I don't
think about it because everyone else is thinking about it for me, and they try to keep it in and finally they can't anymore.
And then I can't." She laughs. Goldberg is traveling these days in a constant cloud of genuine astonishment, alighting at
star functions where she finds herself eyeball to eyeball with Elizabeth Taylor or Garson Kanin or Billy Wilder, "and the
scary thing is you get there and they know you. They know who you are! so you'll be coming out of the bathroom or something
and someone'll stumble back onto your feet and you're just about to say, 'Hey, look.' And they turn around and it's, like,
Gene Kelly. And he goes, 'Oh, Whoopi, I'm sorry,' and it's like..." She puts her hands around her throat and croaks in panic.
"And you have this conversation with them and you want to say, 'I can't believe I'm standing here talking to you; I'm dying.'"
Walking through her house in the afternoon she'll inspect a "Hamlet" poster of Sam Waterson and point out an inscription:
"Sam wrote something here," she says, emphasizing the first-name familiarity not to impress but to say, "Do you believe this,
me calling him Sam?" Under a large, framed poster of "The Color Purple," I ask if she ever looks at it with momentary disbelief.
"Come here," she says, and waves me into the front room where, on the hearth, there is a plaque certifying her nomination
for Best Actress: "You want disbelief?" she says with her face. "This is disbelief."
She says everything with her face, and her voice: not the words of the voice but its sound, and the mouth that speaks it.
The mouth looks to be from somewhere other than her face, as though it arrived later and decided this was face, after all,
that would never upstage it; it is generous of energy, and harbors poltergeist tendencies. On the day I meet her, Whoopi is
wearing contact lenses of an utterly disconcerting blue, but her face is so otherworldly, as defined by this mouth, that one
almost believes for a moment the blue is hers, too, a nomadic gene that settled in the cornea. And the voice is from somewhere
several registers lower than one expects from such a face--bluesy and genderless and elemental.
There are two remarkable scenes in "The Color Purple," in many ways the most remarkable scenes of the film, which might
never have worked at all but for that face and that voice. One is in the juke joint when chanteuse Shug Avery (Margaret Avery)
sings to Celie (Goldberg), the story's much-abused central character. In the picture's single best bit of acting, Goldberg
simply watches Shug, one emotion after another bubbling to the surface of that face, each bursting the emotion that came before
and then waiting to be contradicted by the next. "That was the first scene we shot," Goldberg says. "It also was the first
time I'd ever been on a soundstage." The other scene--at the dinner table when the women square off against the men, and Celie,
of all people, becomes the one to speak for them--was one of the last filmed: "I'd spent two months not hardly saying anything,
and I was so ready to talk, and [Spielberg] purposely--which was great, you know--he built it up and, boy, when he said, 'Roll
it,' it was like, 'Yes! I'm ready to talk now and I don't give a shit!'" In many ways this scene encapsulates everything that
has moved and angered people about the movie: it's undeniably powerful, but it also throws into the sharpest contrast the
film's portrayal of the sexes: the women are paragons, and the men either monsters practically drooling into their meals or
contemptibly harmless goofs like Harpo, the son of the story's incarnate male-demon, Mr. (played by Danny Glover). It's Goldberg's
voice that retains control of the scene, a flowing, rageful mix of experiential pumice and psychic hot springs that persuades
us, in a way neither Alice Walker's book nor Spielberg's direction ever quite does, that this set-upon woman is capable of
such an insurrection, that such an insurrection was always in her, from the first.
By this time, of course, I'm no longer the world's most underexposed Whoopi Goldberg audience. By this time, I've taken
the Whoopi Crash Course, I am steeped in Whoopi: I have seen the movie, I've heard the record of her Broadway show many times,
I've watched all the tapes; and it always comes down to the face, the voice. Not that the immaculate body language of characters
like Celie and Fontaine the junkie and Surfer Chick and the Jamaican mistress and the Crippled Woman aren't all significant
parts of the performances. But it's the face and the voice that own Whoopi Goldberg's best moments, apart from any reading
she might give to any particular line: one thinks especially of the way her voice uncoils itself as the body of the Crippled
Woman transforms into something "normal" in her dreams. Given this and her accurate self-identification as a character actor,
it's remarkable to discover that there's also a face and voice all Whoopi's own, in contrast to those actors who so give themselves
to a role that they have no identity at all when removed from it. Goldberg isn't really much like Fontaine or the Jamaican
mistress or the Surfer Chick; she's even less like Celie, though she shares with Celie "a kind of shyness, a kind of naiveté,"
she says, "that I don't like copping to." Goldberg is direct and stripped of affectation, remarkably without bitterness; it
she's wary and self-possessed, she also betrays little calculation. She's serious more often than funny, and in the time I
knew her she seemed to me one of the least phony people I've ever met. It's fair to say she knows what she wants and assesses
her talents accordingly, if not always prophetically; when she first read Walker's novel, she wanted to play the strong, relentless
Sofia and argued with Spielberg's decision to cast her in the lead. "I figured Sofia would be a nice little part, a nice little
way for me to break into the movies. And when he said, 'No, first of all you're too small to play Sofia as we see her, and
you're better suited to play Celie,' and this wall along Alice's idea, I kind of said, 'Oh, I don't know.' And then I realized
that Steven Spielberg's sitting there trying to convince me to be in his movie. And it was like"--she slaps herself on the
face--"'Wake up, stupid. Say yes.'"
America has been saying yes to Spielberg for so long that it wasn't going to stop just because he transplanted his instincts
for sentiment and fable to antoher kind of creature, the black woman, in another kind of suburb, the South. One watches 'The
Color Purple' trying to imagine what it would have looked like without big musical numbers and portentous scenes of African
spectacle, shot instead in the grit of black and white and liberated of Quincy Jones' unctuous score. More to the point, for
a film about transformation, the motivations of emergence and redemption are sidestepped if not exiled from the picture altogether.
It would be entirely legitimate that Spielberg decided the lesbianism between Shug and Celie was secondary to bigger themes,
except that in the Walker novel it is precisely this passion that finally breaks Celie free of Mr.'s grip, and without it
Celie's rebellion seems the invention of a movie rather than a reality of character. Finally, fatally unmotivated--and a figment
not of the novel but rather of Spielberg's--is Mr.'s sacrifice at the end, made on behalf of reuniting the woman he's so badly
abused for so long with the family he went to such lengths to keep from her.
Its cinematic flaws thus stated, the political rap against the movie seems trendy at best and intellectually dishonest
at worst. People who never had a beef with Alice Walker's depiction of black men are suddenly insulted by Spielberg's, which
is basically true to Walker's except in the way it's been softened by Mr.'s last nobel, albeit inexplicable, gesture. For
the same reasons that only Steven Spielberg, of all people, could have made 'The Color Purple' a hit with Middle America,
there was never the slightest chance of his finding credibility with those who now protest the film's alleged racism. When
I ask Whoopi Goldberg if any director other than Spielberg would have engendered this kind of controversy, she replies, "If
he had been white, probably. If he hadn't been white, probably not." She will defend Spielberg to the end. "He has a wonderment
about the world....A lot of people complain, the movie doesn't have enough lesbianism, it doesn't have enough this or enough
that. And it is very cute in places. But it's necessary, because in Idaho an din Nebraska, it makes it easier to ingest. It
takes it out of the realm of a black movie into a people's movie. [Spielberg's] this open kind of guy: 'I don't know everything,
you know some stuff I don't know, I know some stuff you don't know, let's do this together.' It's like we all made this baby.
I don't think it will ever be like that again, it will never be that new or that glorious...I'd marry him if I could. But
he already did that.
"I thought this furor over the treatment of black men in 'The Color Purple' was a pile of shit. Because here you have this
movie, 'Purple Rain'....Prince is a great musician, he's the best of Jimi Hendrix and the best of Little Richard mixed into
one person. You can't take talent away, [even though] you may not like someone's politics....But here you have this movie,
'Purple Rain,' where women constantly get smacked around, thrown in trash cans, told to go topless in a lake, I mean, dumb,
dumb shit. Nobody said a word. I don't understand it....'Police Academy 3' has this guy [Michael Winslow], who does all these
great sounds, who I love--but this cat looks like Stepin Fetchit. You know, like this..." She widens her eyes and curls back
her upper lip. "Nobody says a word. Every TV show, every time you see a black man, with the exception of Philip Michael Thomas,
he's a pimp. How real's that?...It's not like ['The Color Purple'] is a lie where Steven Spielberg said, 'Oh yeah, I'm going
to ruin it for black men and write this...this stuff happened.' And I resent that people use this movie as a way to get publicity
for a bogus issue."
Nonetheless, the movie's hit status with Middle America, its rejection by the tastemakers of the counterculture and her
own exponentially increasing popularity, all rush Whoopi Goldberg to the brink of an anomalous distinction: the Rising Black
Star of the Regan Era. Goldberg sees herself in no such terms, of course; if her politics refuse to be codified ideologically,
they have long since infused her art in the broad manner of a humanist: at home she's reading Isabel Allende, a biography
of Madame Mao and Primo Levi's 'Survival in Auschwitz: The Nazi Assault on Humanity'. Her interest in Holocaust literature
in particular suggests her name change goes deeper than the standard elusive jokes ("I saw a burning bush in my backyard"),
to a fundamental affinity; and about America she expresses hope framed by skepticism, or perhaps it's the other way around.
"The funny thing about America is that the down-on-the-bottom beliefs are right, they're good things," she says. "The Bill
of Rights, these are good things. They're things Ronald Reagan says he's into, but he's not; he's into a different kind of
America....People would like the United States to be what we're told it can be, without realizing that the price has gone
up--the price, you know, of human dignity.
"Homelessness in America is disgusting. It's disgusting that we could have this big, beautiful country and have families
living in dumpsters. It makes no sense.
"You can't talk about embracing a world," she says, "when you don't embrace your own people." Such public alignment with
social causes has yet to be figured into Middle America's infatuation with her. While Goldberg has such a basic faith in people's
good intentions ("I want to believe that if you present something that's reasonable, people will at least think about it")
that she doesn't worry about it, it' s an open question just how many of those who loved her so much on "Donahue" have seen
her Fontaine the junkie, for instance, which opens with a strung-out rendition of "Around the World in Eighty Motherfunkin'
Days," or the whole of the famous Surfer Chick sketch, which ends with a coat-hanger abortion and a guaranteed childless future
before the girl is fourteen. If it's true that Goldberg is probably not Ronald Reagan's idea of a movie actor, it's also safe
to suppose the era will conspire mightily to make her exactly that; and over buffalo fish and beneath the inchworms it occurred
to me in a flash that, if she continues to be as lucky as she thinks she is while contemplating in her garden of chimes, then
she will not win the Academy Award five days later.
The Academy Awards capture the attention even of people who know better. In Los Angeles, perfectly intelligent disbelievers
will stop to watch its rituals in the manner of non-Catholics stopping in the streets of Rome to read the white smoke over
the Vatican that indicates a new pope. Probably people pay attention because every once in a while the Academy of Motion Picture
Arts and Sciences lurches to a decision that smacks of something like integrity, honoring a gutsy or ingenious bit of work
by Francis Coppola or Woody Allen, maybe even something really off the wall like a Warren Beatty picture about communists.
One can never be sure what these wacky Hollywood people will do. By the time Goldberg arrives in Los Angeles the weekend before
the ceremonies, the balloting for the awards has closed, and following the worst year for American movies in memory, the competition
is wide open. Whatever else is true about Steven Spielberg's flawed movie, its controversy and Spielberg's own non-nomination
for direction have framed the debate: the question around town is not whether "Prizzi's Honor" or "Out of Africa" will win
but whether "The Color Purple" won't. In the actress category, bets are on either Goldberg or Geraldine Page, and it's the
kind of matc the Academy loves: long-time veteran, oft nominated and never anointed, providing the Academy its last chance
to do so, against the brilliant newcomer in whose light the Academy can bask while it's at its brightest; one never knows,
after all, if the light will continue to burn or nova out. The veteran has the odds, and when the night arrives, Goldberg's
luck holds out and the veteran wins. Later, presenting the award for best editing, Whoopi thanks her mother anyway, in the
best non-acceptance speech of the night. "The Color Purple" wins no awards at all.
"This star business," Whoopi says. "It's kind of, like, no one's quite sure what to say about me and where to put me, so
they made me a star and figured that'll cover whatever comes down....It's just a real blessing to be a working actor. A real
blessing." With few exceptions, her greatest inspirations have been working male actors: Spencer Tracy, John Garfield, Jack
Lemmon. "Those are the guys I watched, those are the guys I wanted to be. They did stuff I always wanted to do. I never saw
any damsels that looked like me, but I could always imagine that I could be swinging through Sherwood Forest." Among contemporaries
she cites John Heard, Dustin Hoffman, Robert De Niro. "I look at De Niro and I want to be hm." Her popularity notwithstanding,
she's not found herself exactly drowning in offers: "I'm choosing things I want to do and going to the studios and saying,
'Hey, what about this?' Because if I wait," she says, laughing, "I'll be doing hookers and mammies and abused women for the
rest of my life." Asked which three roles in movie history she would most like to have played, she names Captain Queeg in
"The Caine Mutiny", Billie Dawn in "Born Yesterday", and anything in "Rashomon". "A tree I would have played in 'Rashomon.'"
Of the many characters Whoopi Goldberg has created herself, the one to which she's most similar, the only one, really,
that seems much like her at all, is, interestingly, the Crippled Woman of her Broadway show, who waits for that core of the
night where she finds that core of herself that's something like a damsel, and for whom nothing is darker than a harsh, awakened
dawn. In the manner of most "overnight" sensations, where the night in question is twenty anonymous, unpitying years, Goldberg
has found in this particular dawn that the dream of the previous night hasn't gone away; it keeps on going. It's a little
terrifying. Not that many people want to hear about the night. It scares the people she thought were her friends, and the
others want to believe that "you wake up and there's Mike Nichols at the front of your bed, saying, 'Baby, I'm going to make
you a star.'" She shrugs. "Maybe it gives people a little hope....You look at me and you say, 'Yeah, this is not the face
of a pinup.'" In the current life and times of this face and voice, the dawns and nights are interchangeable, the former marked
by realizations one can not only accept but embrace; the latter by a darkness in which every star in the sky knows who you
McCall's Interview March 1995
Whoopi. She has always marched to her own drummer: the quirky name; the defiant dreadlocks; the wide-ranging, often noncommercial
film roles ("Sarafina", "Clara's Heart"); the animated voices ("The Lion King", "The Pagemaster"); the guest stints on TV
shows such as "Star Trek" at a time she hardly needs it; the Ted Danson love affair and `that' episode. Remember Danson in
blackface two years ago at the Friar's Club roast for Goldberg and the actress's admission that the poorly received comedic
stint was `her' idea?
What's so refreshing about Whoopi Goldberg is that the honesty and moxie that are her trademarks have not diminished over
time: When asked what movie she's filming right now, for example, she responds, "Oh honey, you don't want to know, it's so
Of course, in Hollywood you're only as good as your last success, and, fortunately, Goldberg's had plenty of those. There
was the $300 million made by "Sister Act". The $8 million she garnered as a salary for its less successful sequel. The Academy
Award she won for "Ghost". The Oscar show she hosted last year. And the fact that she's become a rather prominent and favorite
guest at the Clinton White House.
Not bad for a girl who grew up in the New York City housing projects, had her daughter (aspiring singer Alexandrea Martin,
now 20) when she was 18, divorced shortly thereafter, spent several years on welfare, remarried and went though another divorce
at 33. A few months ago she walked down the aisle again, this time to wed union organizer Lyle Trachtenberg, age 40. The couple
share homes in West Los Angeles and Connecticut.
Goldberg's newest film, "Boys on the Side", opened recently and, no surprise, it's controversial. She plays a gay woman
traveling across the country with a stranger she learns is HIV-infected--a woman she grows to love in nonsexual terms. The
movie also stars Mary-Louise Parker and Drew Barrymore, and centers on women's friendships, which is one of the things the
actress loves about the project.
WHAT APPEALED TO YOU ABOUT THIS ROLE AND FILM? I got to play a sort of different character, a little more contemporary, not quite as dizzy
as Dolores in "Sister Act" but not quite as biting as the woman from "The Player".
WAS IT WRITTEN FOR YOU IN PARTICULAR? No, but it felt like a glove.
DID YOU CONSIDER IT AT ALL RISKY TO PLAY A HOMOSEXUAL? No, because if you
remember "The Color Purple", my character, Celie, was bisexual and really quite gay--in the book anyway. The country wasn't
ready for it then, so the film didn't deal much with it. So this was no big deal. I've [known so many people in the business]
with AIDS for so long it's just part of my life, but I think in the last five years we as a country have come to understand
that the disease touches everyone. It was nice to be in something that dealt with this issue in such a classy way.
WAS YOUR CHARACTER PATTERNED AFTER ANYONE? No, because the biggest problem
with watching gay folks on film is, everyone is stereotyped. Having gone through that early in my career--being a victim of
stereotyping--I wanted to just play my character for what she was: a human being who loved women. She had no problem with
men, but they weren't for her. There was no need to "butch" it to make it acceptable visually. She's a woman who's soft, but
she's got edges. And that's been my experience of gay women.
IN THE LAST YEAR OR SO WE SAW YOU ROMANTICALLY ON SCREEN--WITH TED DANSON IN "MADE IN AMERICA" AND WITH RAY LIOTTA IN "CORRINA,
CORRINA". WAS THAT NEW AND EXCITING? It's been the most romance I've had on screen.
This has less to do with my concept than with the 'powers that be's" concept of what is sensual, beautiful and acceptable.
Those barriers are changing. There are more women out there that look like me than there were ten years ago. I guess the fact
that I was involved in real life with several men, people said, "Oh, okay, I get it, it's possible."
THEY'VE ALL BEEN WHITE MEN WITH YOU ON SCREEN. They seem to be. Though if you watch "Long Walk Home" [a small, independent film released
in 1990], I'm there with a black man. But when you talk about big old commercial movies...if they're not sure about you, they're
going to put you in there with someone they think might also bring in an audience. And let's face it, I'm a little too old
for Denzel Washington and a little too young for Sidney Poitier. So I'm at that awkward stage.
SPEAKING OF ROMANCE, IN AN INTERVIEW WITH MCCALL'S TWO YEARS AGO, YOU SAID YOU DIDN'T FORESEE MARRIAGE AGAIN. QUITE A CHANGE?
Yeah, and it's nice to be proved wrong! It was a combination of saying it was
okay to say, "It would be good to be with someone" and not be embarrassed about it, and finding a really nice man, a kind
person who let me go through the changes I needed to go through. He has his own career and life, and it's not as an actor.
YOU SEE THAT AS AN ADVANTAGE? I believe so. My shadow is large, and if your shadow is not as large as mine, it might make you uncomfortable.
But his shadow is large in what he does. So I'm, like, fascinated and proud that because of what he does [as a union organizer],
people get their pension, welfare and health benefits.
ARE YOU TWO STRIKINGLY DIFFERENT? We're very similar and completely different
and it's funny. He's a vegetarian health-food person.
AND YOU'RE NOT. Nooo! He's a nonsmoker and I'm a smoker trying to stop. But
we both love rock-and-roll music and the TV show "The X-Files". The things we don't see eye to eye on are okay too. It's not
about making you see it my way. It's about knowing I'm entitled and he's entitled and we go on.
SOUNDS VERY MATURE. I don't know if I'm more mature. I'm a big old egotistical
baby and that's okay. I can accept it and laugh at it when it happens. He can laugh at my ego too, and it's okay. Sometimes
I'm the strong one, and sometimes he's the strong one, and sometimes we're both really weak. We're not perfect, and it's okay
YOUR WEDDING, HELD IN THE GARDEN OF YOUR CALIFORNIA HOME AND COMPLETE WITH LOTS OF CELEBRITY GUESTS, SEEMED BIG, WHICH
SEEMED UN-WHOOPI-LIKE. OR WAS IT JUST THE HOVERING HELICOPTERS THAT MADE IT APPEAR THAT WAY? It was about 200 people--all friends, people I care about, that I wouldn't be embarrassed to do this in front
of. For a long time, no one was sure of the date. Then someone found it out, and we got stuck with the helicopters and news
people in front of the house. It was like some sort of war going on. Somebody got in and took pictures, so the rags were very
happy with themselves for what would be breaking and entering in any other forum. I wish you could say, "You came into my
house uninvited, and now something's missing and I think you took it." But you can't fight that.
YOU LOOKED RATHER DRESSED UP FOR THE WEDDING. I GET THE SENSE THAT'S NOT THE NORM FOR YOU. I dress for comfort. You know, I'm physically touched by lots of people all the time. I mean, I go on the street
and people want to shake my hand and touch my hair. If you're bound up in uncomfortable clothes it can make you really crabby.
I like casual because I can stay in it longer. But I am glamorous when I'm in the mood. I loved wearing that drag [a long
cognac-colored dress designed by Ray Aghayan] on the Oscar show. I dressed well for President Clinton when I hosted something
at Ford's Theatre. I like telling Armani or Bob Mackie, "This is what I want to look like," and they understand. They get
YOU SEEM TO WEAR A LOT OF PANTS. Yeah, I like pants because if you're not
paying attention to how you sit, you can't get in trouble.
YOU ARE IN A VERY VAIN BUSINESS WHERE A WOMAN TURNING 40 CAN BE PUT TO REST...
This year I turn 40--contrary to what you may have read in 400 articles.
WHY IS THERE SUCH A DISCREPANCY ABOUT YOUR AGE? [THERE WERE REPORTS LISTING HER AS 35 IN 1984, WHEN SHE APPEARED IN A ONE-WOMAN
BROADWAY SHOW, WHICH WOULD MAKE HER 46 NOW.] I don't know. First it was my name,
now it's my age. I don't care because you can't tell because I'm not gonna wrinkle. I have no qualms with aging--I'm really
excited to turn 40--because I was never a leading lady. So I can still have boyfriends and lovers and husbands in movies,
and I can be somebody's mother or best friend and that's cool.
SO NO REAL WORRIES, PHYSICALLY? Spreading worries me periodically.
HOW DO YOU SLIM DOWN? By not eating the bad things. Number one, I cannot cook.
I've never been able to cook. Now I have a professional chef who does that, and it's great. but if I feel like I've gotten
way big--like I was in "The Player"--I'll start to think, "What can I do?" But I quit smoking for a while, and that put weight
on, and I also have an under active thyroid, so I tend to go boom. The smoking's not under control, but the thyroid thing
DO YOU FEEL LIKE A ROLE MODEL, WITH SPECIAL RESPONSIBILITIES, FAIR OR NOT, BEING THE MOST VISIBLE BLACK ACTRESS TODAY? No. I feel only responsibility to be the best person I can. That, in turn, will speak for
any of the things people need to know, like being a black person or a woman or a black woman. As soon as you set yourself
as a role model, you have no leeway for learning, you have no leeway to make mistakes. I don't tell anyone to do as I do,
but if it works for you too, great. If it doesn't, try something else and don't come to me.
WHAT DO YOU TELL YOUNG BLACK WOMEN WHO COME TO YOU AND WANT ADVICE ON HOW TO BE AN ACTRESS? I say the first thing you have to believe is that this is really what you have to do, you have to act, not
for the fame or the money or the guys or the clothes. Then no one will be able to tell you that you can't.
HOW ABOUT POWER? WHAT DOES IT MEAN TO YOU? AT TIMES YOU'VE BEEN THE HIGHEST-PAID WOMAN IN FILMS... It doesn't mean anything. People equate power
and money, and they shouldn't. Just because they pay you a lot of money doesn't mean they listen. It just means they pay you
a lot of money and remind you of it...and remind you why they're not going to listen. Can I say, "I want to make this movie
DO YOU FEEL THE ACTOR'S USUAL FEAR OF NEVER WORKING AGAIN? Oh yeah, because
people tear you up. I mean, my career should have been dead ten times over with some of the things that have been said. But
somehow the people who have gone to see my movies have always supported me, they've never let me fall out of the loop. For
which I'm eternally grateful. My fans have allowed me to do animated features and little parts on television. You know, I
get letters from people saying, "It's cool to see you do `Star Trek'." I'm trying to get "The X-Files" to let me be on that
ARE YOU BASICALLY A PERSON WITHOUT REGRETS IN YOUR LIFE? No, there are of
course some, but I don't live with them. My motto is: You do what you can the best you can.
DOES ANY OF THE TED DANSON THING QUALIFY AS A REGRET? I'm not even gonna answer
that. I've been married two months; I'd assume it's behind me. I don't even care if it was misunderstood or not.
WHY DID YOU DO "THE LION KING"? I was really trying to impress my granddaughter
[Armarah Skye, age four]. And I did. "Pagemaster" was the same thing. I wanted to have something she could go and see--and
get. I love animation. I love the idea of being a voice.
DO YOU FEEL DIFFERENT AS A GRANDMOTHER THAN YOU DID AS A MOTHER? Oh yeah.
I'm a better friend than I am a parent, and that just doesn't work. I didn't feel I was ready to take on all the responsibilities
a parent has to take on--and this was after my daughter was, like, ten! But I'm lucky, I got a second chance. I dig being
a mother at this time, and of course, as a grandmother, I just run amok.
DO YOU EMPATHIZE WITH SINGLE PARENTS? It's definitely a tough gig. I don't envy single parents. I was one. It was hard, and it's gotten a lot
harder with all these people sitting in judgment about issues they have no knowledge of. My feeling is, if you put things
out there for young women to get interested in and put some support out there, if you make education a goal, young women won't
stop and have babies to get self-esteem. I'm glad the welfare system was out there for me, because I needed it. But there
are people out there today taking people's jobs and expecting families to stay together. You can't say "Get rid of abortion"
on the one hand and then be upset that people continue to have babies. You can't have it both ways.
THE ABORTION ISSUE IS STILL IMPORTANT TO YOU? I believe that choice is what
it's about. If you choose to have the child, hopefully you'll have people around you who will be supportive. If you choose
not to, hopefully you'll have people around you who will be supportive. I only mind people trying to force their beliefs on
YOU'VE HAD ABORTIONS? Oh yeah. It was a hard choice. I was one of those people,
you looked at me and I was having your baby. I was in a great relationship at the time, but we were barely getting by. I have
great anger toward people who cavalierly make these decisions, assuming some woman just decides, "I'm going to get my hair
done and then get an abortion."
IS LIFE PRETTY GREAT RIGHT NOW? YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING FEELING WONDERFUL?
Well, girl, please, this isn't the end of an MGM movie. It's as good as it is.
By Bebe Moore Campbell
Since 1985 Whoopi Goldberg has starred in a whopping 23 films. She has also been the whipping girl of Black leaders and
fans alike. Here the Oscar-winning actress shares the joys and pain of just being Whoopi
Whoopi Goldberg never does what we expect her to do. In the studio of the Leeza show, the audience looks for her
to enter onstage. Instead she descends from the top of the bleachers and is engulfed by a tornado of applause, yelling, stomping--more
like hysteria than appreciation. As Whoopi passes through the crowd she smiles and shakes outstretched hands, floating through
the cacophony of frenetic adulation.
She's dressed for floating, clad in her trademark loose sweater, loose pants, loose
shoes--all the better for hanging loose. She seems to drift through the clapping, the smiles, the noise, the worship, absorbing
it all with no indication that she's even aware of it other than a wry smile, a nod of her head. Is this, I wonder,
what a little Black girl named Caryn Johnson dreamed of?
Whoopi Goldberg is an unlikely star. Too everything to
make it to the Big Time: too dark, of course; hair too nappy; looks too unconventional, according to the naysayers, the dream
crushers. But somehow Whoopi dodged those big bullets and kept getting up. the little 8-year-old who started out performing
in New York with the Helena Rubinstein Children's Theater grew into the young woman who did improv and comedy.
out of high school and got sidetracked by drugs and an early failed marriage. She was on welfare for seven years and was a
struggling single mother in her twenties with an infant daughter in tow when she moved to the San Francisco area. There she
joined an experimental theater troupe, the Blake Street Hawkeyes. That stint led to the solo act that brought her to the attention
of directory Mike Nichols, who produced her one-woman Broadway show.
From that lofty trajectory, a clean and sober Whoopi
was catapulted into the starring role of Celie in The Color Purple, for which she won a Golden Globe Award and an Oscar
nomination. Her powerful debut also launched a career that has included more than 23 films in 11 years, ranging from the quirky
(The Telephone) to the critically acclaimed (The Long Walk Home), from the Oscar-winning Ghost to the
box-office blockbuster Sister Act.
And the films keep coming. Last fall she starred in Eddie, Bogus and The
Associate. "It was a Whoopi fall," she quipped on Leeza. Come February, Goldberg will replace actor Nathan Lane
in the male lead role of the Broadway hit A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum.
This month, she'll
portray heroine Myrlie Evers-Williams, widow of civil-rights activist Medgar Evers, in Ghosts of Mississippi. The film
centers around Evers's 30-year struggle to bring the murderer of her husband to justice. "I never thought of Whoopi playing
me," admits Evers-Williams, "but she's a fine actress. I hope she captures the spirit of Myrlie, a very angry, determined
woman who didn't let anything turn her around."
Goldberg says she feels honored to play the role. "People like Rosa Parks,
Martin Luther King, Jr., and Medgar Evers fought for me," she says. "They are part of the reason I feel I can be whatever
I want to be in this country."
If The Color Purple was the beginning of a stellar filmography, it was also the start
of the kind of internecine controversy that has hovered over her like a vulture ever since. Not unlike the prophet who is
without honor in his own country, Goldberg is viewed with ambivalence by some Black people, who feel she fails to live up
to their expectations of what a Black star should look like, act like, think like and say to the press.
"I'm Black," Whoopi
tells me after she ushers me to her dining-room table. "I don't have to prove it. I've been Black all my life."
is big and beautiful, with enough art to open a museum but not so fabulous that it's not a home. She lives in the same type
of affluent community that most Black stars with sizable bank accounts reside in (which is to say that the area is predominantly
White). Goldberg moves through her house with assurance. She says please and thank you when she asks her maid
to bring us water. She has clearly grown accustomed to the trappings of wealth and doesn't apologize for having them. But
her pure sister chuckle reminds you that race isn't determined by either geography or money and that being successful doesn't
mean you've handed in your skin.
"When I run into individual Black folks--male and female--they don't seem to have
a problem with me," Goldberg muses. "They tell me they appreciate me and my work. It's only when I seem to bump heads against
the Color Establishment..." Her voice trails off.
Until very recently our Black leaders have been virtually all male. In
1985 a segment of the Color Establishment deemed The Color Purple anti-Black male (which, rightly or wrongly, often
translates into anti-Black people in a way that being anti-Black female rarely does). Like Ntozake, Alice, Terry and the other
Black female artists who have been attacked by the testosterone-fueled culture police for creating politically incorrect Black
male characters, Whoopi was pinned with an anti-Black tag that continues to shape our perceptions of her.
claim, however, that Goldberg did insult her own people when, at the infamous Friars Club roast, she and then-boyfriend Ted
Danson dressed up in blackface and spouted N-word-laced zingers, from a script penned in part by Whoopi. More recently, she
was criticized for hosting the Oscars in the face of Jesse Jackson's almost boycott of the event. And many sisters and brothers
deem her choice of White men as husbands and lovers a slap in the face to the race.
Goldberg doesn't flinch at the race
issues. She considers Reverend Jesse Jackson's decision to protest the 1996 Academy Awards ceremony ill-timed. "There aren't
enough of us in the industry," she concedes. "No one knows that better than I do. Yes, there was only one Black person nominated.
But I was hosting it and Quincy Jones was producing it. So why attack this ceremony when there was such a major Black presence?"
the Color Purple debacle she says forthrightly, "Mister didn't represent every Black man. Still, we were attacked by
the NAACP, who then attacked the Academy because we didn't win any awards. That's schizophrenic! To this day, I feel that
there is a sour taste in the mouths of Academy members as far as Black projects are concerned because of the NAACP stance."
There is indignation in Goldberg's tone, but there is also vulnerability.
"The NAACP hurt my feelings," she says softly.
insists, however, that when she wrote that Friars Club skit she was attempting to satirize the hate mail she and Danson had
received. She claims she was exercising her artistic freedom by using the word nigger. "I was trying to take the power
out of that word," she explains. "It's controlled Black people for too long. I mean, any White person can say nigger
and we react to it. That's not good."
Whoopi may well be a woman ahead of her time, but she clearly misread the mood of
Black people if she believed they were ready to have a White man in blackface instruct them on how to neutralize their feelings
toward the N word. She realizes that now. "Black folks weren't ready for that," she says of the skit.
who is co-executive producer of Danny Glover's production company, has worked with Goldberg and feels that the actor is often
misunderstood. "It's really sad that some of our people don't embrace her," she says. "She's on a whole other wavelength.
She and Angela Davis could be on the same podium. She's a free spirit."
Truth be told, Whoopi never agreed to represent
"us" in the first place. It is Whoop's talent and skill as a performer that most of us, regardless of race, appreciate about
her. And if the Color Establishment has come down on her, they have lauded her enormous gifts as well. She has won the NAACP's
Image Award multiple times, and she received the Essence Award last year for her screen accomplishments and generous charitable
Black people also respect her as a potent force in Hollywood. Yet, Goldberg, who is only the second Black
actress to win an Academy Award in 51 years, hedges when asked if she feels she has clout in Tinsel town. "No," she says at
"Do you get top billing?" I ask.
"Can you choose your directors and producers?"
you paid top dollar, commensurate with how much your pictures earn?"
"You have power," I say.
a bit and shakes her head. "Power to me is being able to walk into a room with the big boys and say, 'I want to make this
movie,' and everyone says, 'Yes.' Clint can do that. Redford. Arnold."
But Whoopi has arguably come much closer to that
kind of A-list primacy than any other African-American film star in history. If she hasn't climbed to the very top of the
Hollywood mountain yet, she certainly has the guts to get there.
"Whoopi has confidence in her own instincts," says casting
director Reuben Cannon. "She's the closest thing to genius I've ever seen. We were doing The Color Purple, and it was
the scene where Shug is introducing Celie to herself. There's a very intimate, important part where Shug shows Celie her face
in a mirror. Spielberg yelled, 'Cut!' and whoopi said, 'Not yet! There's another moment.' And she was right, because Celie
and Shug needed to give each other a look. That was her first film, and she didn't hesitate to tell Spielberg exactly what
was on her mind. She has confidence in her own instincts."
She also has a reputation for not giving up. "She's talked herself
into many roles," says Bill Duke, who directed her in Sister Act 2. "She's a fighter. She's had to deal with the you-don't-look-like-a-leading-lady
syndrome in a system that's designed to recognize people who are her opposites. She has tenacity, will and faith in herself."
it is this faith that has sustained Goldberg in her quest for a meaningful relationship. Yes, she has had her share of well-publicized
husbands and boyfriends, but at the moment she's pleased to be settled in a relationship that she describes as rewarding and
fulfilling. She is currently living with Frank Langella, a well-known White Broadway actor who costarred with her in the film
Eddie. "This man came to me fully formed," she says. "He's got his own thing going on. And he's fine."
wants to put to rest once and for all the rumor that she shuns the brothers. "Listen, I was married to a Black man; he is
my daughter's father. Before I met Frank, I went out with five different men. And two of them were Black. That didn't make
the papers because that's not news. I've always gone out with the people who ask me out."
"She has the right to put on
her arm whoever makes her happy," says her friend, actor Jenifer Lewis. Adds Lewis, "Black people: Let Whoopi live her life
as she sees fit."
For her part, Goldberg is more concerned about the quality of her relationships than the color of her
lovers. "My life is so chock-full that it takes a lot of adjusting for whomever I bring in it," she says. "My relationships
haven't always been successful, but when they haven't worked, it's been for lots of different reasons. Sometimes it's the
fame that surrounds me. It takes a lot of work to be a child, a family member, a lover of mine."
Whoopi now finds
comfort and companionship in her relationship with her 22-year-old daughter, Alexandrea, and her two granddaughters, Amarah
Skye, 7, and newborn Jerzey, although she is the first to acknowledge that her daughter's search for her own identity was
often quite painful. Whoopi, however, was determined to try and see things Alexandrea's way. In one interview, she reflected
that her daughter "got pregnant because she did not feel that, individually, she was enough. She didn't have safe sex because
she wanted a baby. She wanted to get pregnant, and I figured if she was old enough to make that decision, I had better damn
well be there for her."
Whoopi admits now that Alexandrea went through a period during which she was extremely angry with
her mother. "It got rough," she says. "My kid felt overshadowed by Whoopi Goldberg. Every kid wants to do better than her
parent. When you're Whoopi Goldberg's kid, that's hard to do, especially when the kid hasn't found her path yet. My daughter's
search for self was so extraordinary. She needed to learn how to communicate. She finally learned that it wasn't me she had
to battle, but outside forces."
She says that putting Alexandrea in the cast of Sister Act 2 paved the way for their
healing as parent and child. "I made her come to work with me everyday," she explains. "When she saw the way I had to fight
for what I wanted, she began to look at me with different eyes."
Today Whoopi, too, looks at herself with more accepting
eyes. She calls her no-frills sense of style "low-maintenance." "The first person I ever saw with dreads was Rosalind Cash,
and I remember thinking she looked incredible, but I didn't consider it for me then," she says. "I was wearing my hair in
a little natural and I used to braid it. And then one day, much later, I just got tired and I said, 'You know, I'm never taking
these braids out.' But for so long my particular package was alien to everybody. Today when I see dreads, braids, plum lipstick
and women wearing flats and sneakers, I know part of that is because of me."
Whoopi is also keenly aware of what she does
best. "Acting is my life's blood," she says. "I'd be in an institution if I weren't in the arts." If little Caryn Johnson
didn't dream of crowds and applause, she certainly yearned for recognition and appreciation. Now Caryn Johnson is all grown
up, and as Whoopi Goldberg, she has brought the house down. "It's been great," she says of her career. "Even when I wasn't
making any money, I always knew I was good."
Inside the Actor's studio
With James Lipton
Thanks to Mickie from Spain for typing this up!
When Whoopi appeared on this programme James Lipton asked her the following questions:
What is your favorite word?
What is your least favorite word?
What turns you on personally, creatively, spiritually?
What turns you off?
What sound or noise do you love?
I can stress that you can say anything you want.
know, but I shouldn't. But it`s a great sound.
What sound or noise do you love?
I`m not gonna tell ya, I`m not
gonna tell ya!
Okay. What sound or noise do you hate?
I hate to hear children cry.
Whoopi, what is your favorite of favorite curse word?
(laughs) Really? S***!
It`s my absolute favorite!
What profession other than yours would you like to attempt?
I'd like to attempt to be an Ambassador.
Okay. What profession would you not like to participate in?
I don`t think I would want to be a Judge.
Finally, if heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?