A Famous Mom Shares Real Love/Real Talk, Unconditional
By Yvonne J. Medley
Happy about the opportunity, I mentioned to a friend that I would be interviewing Snoop Dogg’s mom, Beverly Broadus Green.
The friend lobbed back a sugary up-tone of surprised pleasantry. “Yeah?” She said.
“Yeah,” I declared. Upping her sugar with some hot sauce, I added, “She’s an evangelist.” Now, I’d be lying by omission if I didn’t admit how I was all geared-up for some salt.
But instead, she stepped back and nodded her head in the affirmative. She looked like the acclaimed actress, Taraji P. Henson, steeped in the character of famed Hidden Figures’ Phenom, Katherine Johnson, after solving a complex mathematical equation. Finally, she replied, “Oooh, that’s why he did that gospel album.”
We both chuckled and smiled, knowing that the gifts and talents of most African-American well-known artists have been seeded in the pews, pulpits and choir lofts of African-American churches. It’s also a known fact that sooner or later, most of those artists will revisit their roots—in some form or fashion. And it doesn’t matter how edgy or flamboyant, or where those fig trees have planted themselves during their life journeys. What I liked about my friend’s summation was how it rose to the surface of her reasoning, minus judgment.
Traveling Evangelist Beverly Broadus Green is used to judgment, strife, and even wolves in sheep’s clothing—because she has a son, who’s famous. Broadus Green shared the challenges of having a well-known entertainer for a son. “I have been places, when they’d say, ‘this is Evangelist Beverly Broadus Green.’ And [someone would] shake hands,” cordially and/or aloofly. But when the sentence after that main introduction arrives, announcing, “‘This is Snoop’s mom.’ [Then it’s], ‘Oh how are you doing? Oh it’s so good to meet you…’”
She continued, “As soon as they heard that, then they want to embrace me.” Those behaviors, she expressed, reveals much. Over the years, it’s become her x-ray vision. What she wants is for people to be just as happy about her coming to share about God’s Word.
Broadus Green talked about how she’s experienced love and loss. But mostly, she wants to talk about love. Broadus Green is the author of two memoir-self-help books, titled Real Love (2012) and Real Love II: The Story of an Extraordinary Woman (2014). She said that it’s, “God’s love, and His grace and mercy,” that has allowed her to persevere through her life’s challenges. And in her books, she does not pull any punches.
Now in her sixties, she may be slowing down a bit, but she still travels the country as an evangelist, presenting herself as the proof of God’s sustaining power in a world overrun with injustices and challenges. Right now, she’s working on a third, inspirational self-help offering meant to share twenty steps to real love. It’s due out around February of 2020, she said.
For a lot of years, she struggled as the single parent of four boys, working twelve and thirteen hours a day to provide for them. “To make sure they had the things I could afford to get them,” she said. Her fourth son is actually her nephew, but she refers to him only as her son.
Cordozar Calvin Broadus Jr., whom she nicknamed Snoop Dogg, because he reminded her of the Peanuts’ character, Snoopy, is her second son. In order there’s Jerry, Cordozar, Bing and Marvin. The three youngest are in their forties, now. Her oldest is fifty years old. She raved about how much she loves her boys, and about how grateful to God, she is to witness their growth to men. About Cordozar—yes, she still calls him Snoop—she advises the public not to get it twisted. “If it wasn’t for me, there’d be no Snoop.” It was a drop-the-mic moment.
“I was the mother and the father of the household.” And when they each were to turn eighteen, she let them know that they were to either follow her rules or vacate her nest. Snoop, whom she said, “brought too much traffic with him,” took his own path. And while it led him to prominence, it also often got him into trouble—behind bars. It was during those trying times when, “I got through it because the church family wrapped its arms around me [and] encouraged me. I was weak,” Broadus Green said, but the church members prayed for her. She added that her church, located in Long Beach, California, never faulted from its faith that her son would turn out okay because, “They knew him. He grew up in that church.”
“There used to be so many people so critical of him,” Broadus Green said. “It used to make tears come to my eyes.” But his success, as well as the successes of her other sons, she said, “goes back to God blessing me.” About Cordozar, she added, “And it’s my prayers, he’s living on now. Because I stand in the gap for my children. I told God to judge me. Don’t even judge them. If He had of judged them, they would have been gone. So look at my life, Lord, and judge me, according to what they do. And God just keeps on blessing.”
But this story is about how a God-fearing woman holds tightly to her faith and trust in God’s love, and His calling on her life. “I got saved when I was seven years old,” she said. But when her family moved from McComb, Mississippi to California, eventually she strayed from her foundation.
Finally, she said, “I just got tired of living that life—the drinking, the smoking, the fighting. All the things you could think of—I got tired of it.” When she was about twenty-eight years old and pregnant with her last son, she simply lost the desire to live the life she was living. “I started missing church. And so, I decided to rededicate my life back to the Lord. And once I did that, I meant it. I was for real. I got baptized again.”
As time went on, she prayed to the Lord, “I want to be married again. And He blessed me with a husband.” The two did everything together, Broadus Green described. Their love was strong. It was he, who convinced her to write a book. But he did have a fondness for a little ungodly living. “My husband,” she said, “he was drinking [that] gin and juice. I prayed for him.”
Broadus Green described how she would put her anointing oil on his side of the bed. “Anything that he touched, I put that anointing oil,” she said. “I put some in his house shoe. And he’d asked, ‘What is all this stuff in my shoe?’” Nicely, she’d tell him, “it’s my anointing oil, and I put it in there for you.” Broadus Green laughed at the cherished memory of doing whatever she could to gently guide him to the open door of salvation.
“And do you know, my husband stopped drinking. My husband joined the church.” It was also around that time when, “God called me into evangelism,” she said. “He saw how God had changed me.” Prior to her becoming an evangelist, she had been a choir director in her church, the Charity Mission Church in Los Angeles. She’s been a member of the same church for more than forty years. All her sons grew up in that church.
In the sharing of her story about her husband, she also offers a little motherly advice to the wives out there. Though she wanted her husband to change his ways, she never badgered him. Instead, she worked to influence him by example, prayer—and, of course, her anointing oil. Sadly, in 2006, her loving husband died of a massive heart attack. They were only married, four years. In 2013, she lost her baby sister, and in 2016, she lost her mother. All three were pillars in her life. To get beyond the pain that still hurts, she stressed that it’s God’s strength that endures.
“When Snoop came out with the gospel album, I’d never seen so many preachers on TV and on the radio talking down on him,” Broadus Green said, who added, that even the singers who accompanied him on the project were being attacked and belittled. “Well, I started praying because it got heavy on me.” The gospel album that garnered favorable reviews was titled Bible of Love (2018).
She said that being an evangelist, “I get to see those pastors, the ministers, the evangelists, the bishops [and] the apostles. I get to see the inside, how [some] really are. I would hear them talking about this boy. And it hurt so badly.”
Broadus Green said that for anyone, wanting to come to Christ, they have, “to start somewhere.” But, she countered, how can a person grow the nerve to venture out, if they are mocked and scorned? About her second-born son, she said, “what they [the clergy naysayers] needed to do was to try to encourage him.” And adopt the attitude that, “If God saved me, He can save you,” she stressed.
“I would visit him in the studio. I would embrace him. He’d say, ‘Mama, would you pray for me?’ And I would pray for that whole group that backed him up with his music,” letting them know that, “you all need to know God for yourselves. It’s a personal relationship.”
And when Cordozar, a dutiful son, and a dedicated husband and father for more than twenty-two years, shared how frustrating the criticism was, she gave him some motherly and godly advice. “You know what, son,” she said, “I felt the same way. But be forgiving and move on.”
He listened to his mother.