Every time Whoopi Goldberg opens her mouth about racism, hate, and “division,” I flash right back to that 1993 Friars Club roast.
There she was, glowing, laughing, loving every second, while the man she was dating, Ted Danson, strutted on stage in blackface, cracking jokes at her event.
She didn’t storm out.
She didn’t scream “racism!”
She was beaming. Happy as hell.
Yet today, we’re supposed to believe she’s outraged by the very things she once laughed through and defended.
Because that’s what I can’t reconcile.
She’s a paid performer. A Hollywood lifer who has spent decades in the spotlight, and to me, the contrast between then and now raises a lot of questions.
She’ll condemn behavior today that she appeared willing to overlook when it involved someone close to her.
Hands down.
That’s why I have a hard time taking the outrage seriously.
The hypocrisy is so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Wake up, folks… She’s a Hollywood grifter!