i’ve fonted it quite a few times:
Omari Hardwick ain’t Ghost from “Power”
ghost made so many weird decisions before his death,
they might be one in the same.
omari had a very strange tribute for the late chadwick boseman…
“one of my biggest honors was being one of your biggest competitors.”
font what now?
his whole “tribute” came off narc-y and attentionisto af.
it was a video of him.
he had this to say when someone called him out:
the comments got limited shortly after.
So Omari Hardwick is crazy? A narcissist? His tribute to Chadwick was posting a video of himself accepting an award for Power, then gassing himself up by hallucinating that they were rivals.
When called out, he compared the person’s comment to the cancer that killed Chadwick. pic.twitter.com/d23au7ge8x
— GRS (@ghostridedaship) August 30, 2020
social media really has a way of ruining folks.
here is an idea:
When someone dies,
why not just pay tribute to them as a person?
omari has always been “this person” outside his roles so i’ll try to stop acting surprised.
i really need to stop doing that.
lowkey: i thought michael b jordan’s was extremely sad…
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I’ve been trying to find the words, but nothing comes close to how I feel. I’ve been reflecting on every moment, every conversation, every laugh, every disagreement, every hug…everything. I wish we had more time. One of the last times we spoke, you said we were forever linked , and now the truth of that means more to me than ever. Since nearly the beginning of my career, starting with All My Children when I was 16 years old you paved the way for me. You showed me how to be better, honor purpose, and create legacy. And whether you’ve known it or not…I’ve been watching, learning and constantly motivated by your greatness. I wish we had more time. Everything you’ve given the world … the legends and heroes that you’ve shown us we are … will live on forever. But the thing that hurts the most is that I now understand how much of a legend and hero YOU are. Through it all, you never lost sight of what you loved most. You cared about your family , your friends, your craft, your spirit. You cared about the kids, the community, our culture and humanity. You cared about me. You are my big brother, but I never fully got a chance to tell you, or to truly give you your flowers while you were here. I wish we had more time. I’m more aware now than ever that time is short with people we love and admire. I’m gonna miss your honesty, your generosity, your sense of humor, and incredible gifts. I’ll miss the gift of sharing space with you in scenes. I’m dedicating the rest of my days to live the way you did. With grace, courage, and no regrets. “Is this your king!?” Yes . he . is! Rest In Power Brother.