Fore more than a year the rumors of a homophobic Chick-Fil-A have swarmed the Internet. My inbox has been littered with consistent pleas from various human rights organizations begging me to boycott Chick-Fil-A and circulate petitions declaring my disgrace of their political stance.
I never doubted this information. Based on what a already knew about the company I wasn’t surprised when I heard of the huge financial contributions they made to the Republican party and organizations like Right to Life nor did I believe their passive and vague PR rebuttal of the initial accusations that their corporate policy included beliefs and behaviors that diminish the value, purpose and rights of individuals who don’t fall within their definition of “pro-family.” However, their succulent and delicious chicken sandwich literally called to me like meth to a junkie and I convinced myself that the need to satisfy my secret desire of this holier than Holy chicken breast was permissible because these claims against Chick-Fil-A were just that – “claims” and until they were proven guilty I relied upon this loophole in my contract with the GLBT community to continue my white-meat fix and waffle fry addiction.
Well, the truth has set Chick-Fil-A free — free from receiving my hard earned cash and free from the patronage of hundreds if not thousands of once devoted customers. Dan Cathy, the chief operating officer (a.k.a. Archie Bunker of Fast Food) of Chick-Fil-A, finally publicly admitted to his narrow-minded, bigoted, self-righteous, pious and discriminatory position regarding claims that his organization actively contributes to anti-gay causes:
“Well, guilty as charged. We are very much supportive of the family — the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business, and we are married to our first wives. We give God thanks for that.” (Dan Cathy, COO, Chick-Fil-A)
His comments cause a reaction within me that is mixed with a multitude of emotions – rage, shame, sadness, etc. But one feeling emerged stronger than the rest – pity. I pity Dan Cathy. I feel sorry for people who can only see and live by the literal translations of definitions they create in order to feel safe, secure and superior to others. The fact that Dan Cathy and his minion of winged-monkeys can’t expand their concept of a family unit to be anything other than a traditional heterosexual couple is less than pitiful – it is appalling and for someone bound by semantics and definitions, like Mr. Cathy, it isn’t very “Christian.” (Go look that up Mr. Cathy.)
Bottom line – I can no longer justify my scrumptious chicken and dill pickle habit…or at least not at Chick-Fil-A. I suppose I’ll settle for it’s doppleganger – the Southern Style Chicken sandwich at McDonald’s or perhaps I’ll find another delectable replacement elsewhere. Regardless, I simply can’t support an organization whose executive office likely enforces a dress code of white hoods and probably addresses Mr. Cathy as “Grand Dragon” during the morning prayer meeting and Pledge of Allegiance recital. And, for those of you who have people like me in your lives that you love, trust and respect then this post and your support to boycott Chick-Fil-A applies to you, too. I suppose the employees at Chick-Fil-A were always lying to me when they said “it’s my pleasure to serve you.” How sad. Their little pimply, Christian smiles seemed so sincere. I wonder how much “pleasure” Mr. Cathy will take in closing his stores due to lack of revenue and community support? (hint, hint community)
Do you think he’ll thank God for that?