Chicken. The noun provides a window to an ominous side to life – identification of a living creature, one made intentional dead for consumption, or outside of categorical birddom, a person what runs from the difficult.
Chick-Fil-A did its level best to combine the latter two this week, abetted by a legion of patrons inclined to self-declare as bigots for want of a bellyful of craven consumption.
Free speech, those who chose their patronage with purpose claimed. America afforded the owners the right to an expressed opinion. Indeed, this nation stands proud we grant ourselves this freedom.
America, for all the good what emanates from us, sports another side. I crashed in life, but refused to accept the aberrance as worthy of me. I strive for better, every day, with every breath. With this 1 August raid on chickenry, too many declared a preference for the seamy side of the nation, and tapped into a long tradition of smacking down minorities into a devalued underclass.
Those they loathe wish for others to see us as no big deal, the way I stand in a mall and know without giving it a second’s notice all around me found reason to be there on that particular day. No big deal and not a thing more do we seek. People who work to survive, gain better, care for children, and provide a good home, not so different really.
Against this wish, people proclaimed opposition. If long lines formed at a hypothetical popular food chain filled with people of a different faith than the national majority, if they stood thumbing noses at Christianity because the owner declared Christianity abhorrent to a different belief, would the same free speech arguments dominate social media?
Did these CFA patrons stand behind the Dixie Chicks when they remarked on President George W Bush, or did they support the dumb idea of Freedom Fries because the French had the audacity to express misgivings toward our national Iraq folly?
You reach for the low, America. Not to uplift those in need, rather to sink downward and mire in something so oppositional to the message of the one many of you purport to believe in with all your heart. Nice work, be proud. I doubt he is.