Black Don't Crack
So the saying goes! *LOL*
While it is sad Miss.Horne has passed on,she outlived many others from the "studio system" days, even those that came much later, towards the end.
The lady had good innings, and lived a full life. She was born into an era when kings and queens still ruled Europe (1917) (until the end of WWI got rid of most), and not only lived through Jim Crow, the Civil Rights movement, but lived long enough to see an African Amercian man made president of the United States.
As for the song "Stormy Weather", originally Miss. Horne didn't want to sing the song nor be in the film. However the studio stood firm and she was caught between a rock and a hard place. Miss. Horne went to see Miss. Hattie MacDaniel at her home. The later was "queen" of African Americans in Hollywood and a great friend of many out there, black and white, also had a beautiful home in an all white area.
Miss. Horne poured out her woes to Hattie MacDaniel who gave good commonsense advice:
Hattie McD to Miss Horne - You got children?
LH - "Yes"
Hattie McD - "You got any money"
LH - "No"
Hattie McD - "Sing the song"
*LOL* And that was that.
Miss. Horne had left her husband and arrived in Hollywood with her two small children and needed to work. Hattie MacDaniel was not a woman to mince words and often took heat from the black "community" of the time for playing domestics in films (her reply was "I'd rather play a maid than be one", knew Hollywood well and while understanding of Miss. Horne's problem with her role and such, saw the bigger picture.
Have Miss. Horne's CD of the live one-woman Broadway. My two favourites are "Yesterday When I Was Young", and "Something To Live For".
Miss. Horne's voice always takes one back to a much classier age. A time when the only way to cross the Atlantic was via an ocean liner (in First Class of course), cocktail parties, nightclubs, dressing for dinner in short glamour.
Something to live for was written by Billy Strayhorn (and out gay black man at at time when neither was in vouge nor safe), whom many say was Miss. Horne's true love. Sadly for her he was gay, but their friendship was tight and lasted until the day he died (in his (white) lover's arms in a NYC hospital).
Miss. Horne always said Mr. Strayhone was the one man, if not the only who understood her.