Should We Ever Forgive Troubled Artists?

From James Brown to Chris Brown, celebs' sins force fans to either support or reject their heroes.

James Brown (Jo Hale/Getty Images Entertainment);Chris Brown (Michael Buckner/Getty Images Entertainment)
James Brown (Jo Hale/Getty Images Entertainment);Chris Brown (Michael Buckner/Getty Images Entertainment)

(The Root) — When Chris Brown released Fortune in June, the singer’s fifth studio album scored mostly mixed-to-negative reviews. Time magazine called it “one of the blandest R&B albums in recent memory,” but a lot of critiques took issue with Brown personally as much as musically. Rolling Stone’s reviewer complained about spending 13 songs with “a guy so reviled mosquitoes won’t bite him,” and many other reviews took a similar course.

Most of Brown’s fans seem to have forgiven his infamous domestic violence episode with Rihanna from three years back. (So, it would seem, has Rihanna: The two appeared on each other’s remix in February. The singer even went so far as to admit to Oprah that she still loves him.) Critics apparently have a longer memory. And yet, should moral judgments of behavior determine how we appreciate music?

A photo of a brutalized Rihanna from celeb-news site TMZ spread worldwide across the Web soon after their 2009 incident, an ugly image that the unforgiving will never forget. Bootleg DVDs of an alleged R. Kelly having sex with (and urinating on) a teenage minor spread around black communities in 2002. The footage was admitted as evidence in a sensationalized 2008 trial that resulted in a not-guilty verdict. Michael Jackson Was My Lover: The Secret Diary of Jordie Chandler was banned in America, but lurid details of the late pop star’s 2005 child-molestation trial sullied his career until the end.

Technology in the modern age is allowing audiences a greater say than ever before in the history of the arts. Twitter and Facebook users circulated the TMZ Rihanna photo in a way that wasn’t really possible even five years earlier. Personal computers nationwide burned enough copies of the R. Kelly bootleg to make it an underground best-seller. Whether or not it’s fair to consider artists’ personal missteps when critiquing them professionally, those private mistakes have never been so publicly available for review.

Sidestepping into the world of cinema for a second, filmmakers don’t seem to be held to such a moral standard. Woody Allen won an Oscar in February for Midnight in Paris, a comedy released the same year he celebrated 14 years of marriage to Soon-Yi Previn. Their union was, of course, majorly controversial in the early 1990s. As the stepdaughter of Allen’s former longtime girlfriend Mia Farrow, Soon-Yi was largely misperceived by the media as Allen’s own stepdaughter. Clearly, Academy Award voters are over it.

Two years ago Switzerland refused to extradite director Roman Polanski to be tried in America for having sex with a 13-year-old in 1977 (he was 43); the Swiss freed him from months of house arrest instead. France awarded Polanski a César (the French Oscar) for best director for The Ghost Writer that same year.

Both the Grammy Awards and the BET Awards gave Chris Brown absolution by asking him to perform after his domestic-assault episode. F.A.M.E., Brown’s 2011 release, has sold more than 500,000 copies, and Fortune landed at the No. 1 spot on the Billboard charts, selling 134,000 units in its first week — forgiveness abounds. But when writers sum up reviews with “Chris Brown hits women. Enough said” (Chad Taylor, Cityview) and “the man recently brutually assaulted a woman … don’t buy this album” (Chloe Papas, X-Press), it’s obvious that not everybody pardons him — even those who perhaps have a professional responsibility to do so.