Phil Robertson, of "Duck Dynasty" fame, and the interview he gave to GQ magazine that many people found offensive.
The truth is, it was offensive. But the further truth is, it wasn't surprising at all.
I'm a fairly recent fan of "Duck Dynasty". I only started watching a couple of months ago. I don't generally enjoy so-called "reality TV", but something about this show captured my attention. I first sat down to watch an episode because my oldest nephew, who is nine years old and who lives in Mississippi, talked about it. I decided to see what it was about, because I expected as our time together over the holidays approached, we'd probably be seeing it together.
I quickly started to enjoy the show. There are elements of the show that, like all other "reality TV" shows, are almost certainly exaggerations of reality. But there is also something about it that is authentic.
I know those people. I'm related to those people. Not those people particularly, but people just like them.
My mother's side of the family is actually named Duck. That's their actual name. (I even have an uncle Donald Duck, though no one ever believes me when I tell them that.)
The Duck side of the family are big duck hunters. My grandfather owned several duck blinds in lakes around central Louisiana, and some of the fondest memories of my childhood are waking up hours before dawn and shuffling out with the men of the family into the crisp air of the rural central Louisiana winters to go duck hunting.
They were good times.
My family - the Duck family - was, in a lot of ways, very similar to the Robertson family. And sometimes - not always, but sometimes - the values that were expressed in my extended family were a bit different from the values that I learned at home, with my immediate family.
Sometimes there were overtones of racism. Sometimes there were overtones of heterosexism. Sometimes there were overtones of gender inequality. Those times made me uncomfortable, even as a child - even before I knew how to stand against them. I knew they weren't the dominant values with which I was being raised.
But of course, those weren't the only values that were passed on in those duck hunting trips. We were also taught to care for nature. We were taught to appreciate the beauty of the natural world. We were taught to value our family, and to respect our elders. We were taught things like gun safety. We learned to take pride in providing for our family with the ducks we brought home.
It wasn't always the "heritage of hate" that people in the Northeast and on the West Coast think about when they conjure their icons of the South.
That's what drew me in with "Duck Dynasty". It reminded me of home. Sure, there were elements of it that made me uncomfortable, but there were elements that reminded me of the good times - the good people - that are a part of my own upbringing.
I haven't watched every episode of "Duck Dynasty". It's not the kind of show that I schedule my life around, or even set my DVR for. But when there's nothing else on, it can be fun to have on in the background - just as those people represented on the show are an ever-present part of the background of my life.
A few weeks ago I was watching a rerun. It was an episode where Willie - the CEO of the family
business - had given his parents a gift: a session with a photographer to get portraits of them with their dogs. The photographer was a somewhat flamboyant (at least by Louisiana standards), "fashion forward" kind of person. It was never mentioned whether or not he was gay, but that was clearly the implication.
As I watched that episode, a familiar sense of dread washed over me. I knew what was going through Phil's mind. I could see it in his guarded, uncomfortable movements. I could hear it in his carefully chosen, self-censoring words.
Finally he said, "Clearly he's not from around here."
It didn't get the attention of the GQ interview, but I assure you, those words were just as homophobic as anything he said to the magazine.
That familiar sense of dread that I felt was because I knew what he meant: "He couldn't be from here, because he's not like us." "He couldn't be from here, because he doesn't share our values." "He couldn't be from here, because we don't let our boys grow up like that. We don't let our boys turn into sissies."
Of course none of that is true. I'm from there. I know lots of guys like that from there. Whether or not the photographer is actually gay doesn't matter. His presentation was outside the norm, so he was the recipient of homophobia whether it was applicable to him or not.
I recognized the dread I felt, because I'd felt it before so many times myself. I'd felt it from attitudes and biases directed toward me in my family, in school, and even in church.
But my dread wasn't so much about learning the truth of Phil's beliefs. I knew them - or at least suspected them - before I'd seen that episode. Homophobia, racism, and misogyny are the dominant cultural norms in that part of the country. Perhaps they are in other parts of the country, too, but in the Deep South they're dominant enough not to be hidden.
No, my dread wasn't about learning Phil's beliefs, my dread was that he'd say something embarrassing to the network that would mess up a show that I was enjoying. My dread was that I'd have yet another occasion that would lead me to have explain myself to people - yes, I'm a Southerner. Yes, I'm from Louisiana. But I'm not that kind of Southerner. I'm not that kind of Louisianian. Yes, I'm a Christian, but I'm not that kind of Christian.
My dread was the same kind of dread I'd feel if I had a friend at a family gathering and some aunt or uncle would say something just as embarrassing.
Of course Phil didn't say anything overtly embarrassing in that episode. Or, if he did, the people at A&E edited it out for the sake of the show. But I knew it was only a matter of time. I knew he'd do an interview one of these days that would throw the whole enterprise into peril. It was only a matter of time.
And that time came this week.
It would have been nice if this older, white, affluent but formerly poor, Christian Southerner had surprised us. It would have been nice if, when asked about sin, he'd said something progressive or inclusive. It would have even been nice if he'd said, "Sure, I have the beliefs you'd probably expect from someone of my generation and upbringing, but to each his own. Who am I to judge the actions of another?"
Yeah, any of that would have been nice. But it's not who he is. I'd love it if it were, but it's just not.
The real point of my writing here is this: that internal challenge that many fans of the show are probably feeling right now - that challenge of liking the show, but not liking the beliefs of a person on the show - that's normal. And it's worth thinking about.
It's an internal challenge that I feel all the time. There are a lot of people from back home in Louisiana who have a different set of beliefs and values than I have. They often believe things that I not only disagree with, but that I think are flat-out wrong. Sometimes they believe things and support positions and people that I think are downright immoral. And I know they think the same about some of my own beliefs and values. Sometimes we even have it out with one another on Facebook.
But even through this disagreement - even through the big, painful disagreements that strike to the core of who we each are - they're still my family. They're still my friends. We still love each other.
That's right - WE LOVE EACH OTHER.
Core disagreements between people who love each other are painful. But they're not as painful as not loving each other. They're not as painful as broken relationships are painful.
So we stay in touch. We stay in conversation. We continue to chip away at each other, even though we know that we'll probably never convert each other to our positions.
But while the end result of that probably isn't conversion, we do end up seeing the humanity in each other. We may never agree, but we have a chance to continue to love.
It's not perfect, but it's what we've got.
So no, I won't be boycotting Duck Dynasty. I still won't be scheduling my life around the show, but I wasn't doing that anyway. But I will still watch it now and then if nothing else is on and I feel like it. I won't be buying any Duck Commander or Duck Dynasty merchandise, but I wasn't going to, anyway.
Instead, I'm just going to live into that tension. I'm pretty good at it. To some degree, it's my home.
But I'm not going to vilify anyone who disagrees with me. It's simply not worth it. For a gay Christian from Louisiana, it's just too slippery of a slope.