Re Aug. 5 Mande Wilkes column, “Being gay at Chick-fil-A”
I suppose you want your readers to thank Mande Wilkes for showing the world what a bigot writes like. I am sure with her white glove education she understood what the word redneck implied.
I was at Chick-fil-A along with my wife to support the right of free speech from a Christian CEO to speak his truthful thoughts on his beliefs and definition of marriage. Here is a good man that employs thousands of workers; do you think he has ever asked if they were gay before he hired them? He also closes his restaurants on Sundays because of his faith. As a Christian, I believe that we should love our neighbors as ourselves and love and respect all people. I am not a homophobe, but I do believe marriage as defined in the Bible is between a man and a woman, that is my right as an American and/or redneck. It is the same right the U.S. Constitution gives Wilkes to her opinion, even if she denigrates a whole group of hard-working Americans. Maybe Wilkes considers her opinion above that which our forefathers granted us.
My Chick-fil-A was full of young and old men and women, black, white, Hispanic and Oriental. During the 40 minutes we spent in line I never heard a remark that would have insulted anyone. What we encountered were strong voices extolling Christian values and support for a man that spoke his true Christian feelings about marriage; he has not said anything about hating gays. True Christians follow the teachings of Jesus Christ, meaning you cannot hate; disagree sometimes maybe, but not hate.
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My guess is Wilkes only listened for remarks that made her squirm with joy while she chose to ignore the true Christian spirit I encountered or she made up her “overheard” remarks entirely.
Maybe Wilkes should consider interviewing some Christians rather than printing hurtful comments in an article claiming she overheard them? If so, let us rednecks know when and where she intends to visit. We’ll get in our pickup trucks and hay wagons, bring our cameras and take note of the response she lovingly receives.
The writer lives in North Myrtle Beach.