August 3rd, 2012Top StoryAll Meals Are Possible Through Christ: Hate-Bingeing on the Loaves and the ChickenBy Mobutu Sese Seko
I've never understood or particularly liked this orientalizing impulse of subcultural tourism. With the Amish it makes some sense, but many of these social distinctions feel so abstracted that you might as well try to watch, say, communities of people who can tolerate Jethro Tull albums from the 1980s. It's like visiting New York and saying to your native New Yorker friend, "Let's go see the Dominicans." "What Dominicans? You mean like my landlord?" "No, the Dominicans. All of them. Let's go watch them be Dominican." Besides this "exoticism" sounding socially horrible, it would be old hat to a New Yorker. Similarly, any prolonged time around loud-and-proud Christianity gets boring. If you're some kind of asshole, you can "ironically" listen to DC Talk, but it's dull when the people who start bands like that are coworkers, people toward whom you feel gentle things because you see them smile or worry beside you every day. Likewise, the phenomenon of "prayer warriors" and cordons of people ready to incant prefab "EVIL-B-GONE" word spray whenever a Satanic force enters their midst loses its novelty. As neat as it can be to hear those people who shout "Bort!" and "Snuh!" and "afgaf gafaf bafaf" because they believe they're genuinely speaking in tongues, after a while it all sounds like someone throwing up a bowl of Alpha-Bits. Then you stop liking Alpha-Bits. Which sucks. Anyway, I was going to pass on the whole thing when I saw this tweet from the Tampa Bay Times's Ben Montgomery:
Okay, I thought. If people are singing at these things, there could be spontaneous loyalty oaths. And there's cosplay. I'll give this a shot. I tried three different Chick-Fil-As (Chicks-Fil-A?), and the same tableau revealed itself at each:
These were not happy people, but expecting happiness misreads what a lot of this was about. Certainly, large numbers of the people at Chick-Fil-As across the country were Christian, muttering familiar hypocrisies about love and dispensing the self-pardoning bigotry that, "I don't hate gay people. I just hate their sin, the defining act that makes them gay people." That these were organized events was confirmed by a drive past a couple college-basketball-arena-sized churches and seeing the parking lots empty on a Wednesday night—a day second only to Sunday in terms of organized observance. Indeed, you could be forgiven for assuming that this was solely a protest in favor of religion, but it was as much about Free Market Jesus as it was about the original version, with the poor people and the repudiation of material things. A large motivating factor for the Chick-Fil-A celebrants was aggrieved rhetoric from the far right that portrayed gay activist groups as violating or suppressing the First Amendment in two ways. One, that citizens boycotting a business constitutes active suppression of speech, and that Obama/The Gays/The Left were "criminalizing" pro-Christian speech. Two, that the original text of the First Amendment read, "Congress shall make no law abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press, or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, unless that speech or assembly affects a corporation's bottom line."
It's a fascinating bit of sophistry. Not only was Chick-Fil-A the victim of censorship and a suppression of the constitution on behalf of The Gay Agenda, but that censorship was double deluxe extra unconstitutional, because it is illegal to express opinions of businesses that hinder their making money. (All suspicion that I might have just been inferring this point ended when a woman yelled it at me.) The hegemonic forces of billion-dollar corporations and heterosexual Christians were the victims here. These perverse cries of oppression spoiled what could have been a universally respected—if not supported—exercise of first amendment rights and the power of one's own purse. Demonizing boycotts as a tool has a far more chilling effect on speech than boycotts themselves do, because it removes one of the few powerful amplifiers for the voices of the powerless. Most businesses have the luxury of adaptation; average citizens are prisoners of the limited products available to them that they can afford. Doubtless both sides of the political fence would approve of a boycott if the next Apple ad featured, "The Revolutionary New iPad: DEATH TO ISRAEL," and many Christians had no problems with boycotts against JC Penney and Oreo. Cynical and ginned-up claims of victimization turned the focus away from estimable things like political activism and instead highlighted an strong undercurrent of malice. We moved from talking about civil rights and exercising them to a collective gesture of, "Tell the other side to shove it up their ass." Take Montgomery (and Danny Valentine's) article in the Tampa Bay Times:
Look at the ugly nature of the protest. While some people donated the Chick-Fil-A they bought to the homeless, the protest outlined by Mike "ain't a Huckabee alive that can eat at Taco Bell for $7" Huckabee—a minister—suggested celebrating Christian values not by going out and doing something very like Jesus Christ but by buying a bunch of shit you don't need. Chick-Fil-A restaurants could have, for example, become collection centers for one of the largest canned-food drives in history, showing that we must heed Christian teaching because of the astounding power of its generosity. Instead, Chick-Fil-As became ground zero for the mass purchase of the Go Fuck Yourself Sandwich. This is the shape of a Christian protest: numerous participants expressing a dehumanizing spite of other citizens' human rights via loading up on meat-and-bread wads dropped into a deep fryer by a minimum-wage-slave. We've crossed the line between our great national sloth and skyrocketing levels of morbid obesity into Hate Obesity and Gluttony with Intent to Harm. What an exceptionally American achievement. Related: Many Faces, But One Big Monster: Some of Chick-Fil-A's Supporters Image by Jim Cooke.  |
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