Maybe you’ve heard, but Southern food queen and general villainess to dietitians and the American health care system’s overburdened obesity task forces, Paula Deen, was allegedly revealed as a racist. In reports by both the National Enquirer and TMZ, it’s reported that Ms. Deen appears on tape giving a deposition in a sexual harassment suit by a former employee of the restaurant. And on that tape, she says some really, supremely racist shit. Like, Calvin Candie-type racist shit.
For example, on the matter of racist jokes: “It’s just what they are — they’re jokes…most jokes are about Jewish people, rednecks, black folks…I can’t determine what offends another person.” After all, according to Deen, “We’ve all told off-color jokes.” You don’t say?
The big highlight of all of this involves Deen admitting to using the N-Word:
Lawyer: Have you ever used the N-word yourself?
Paula: Yes, of course.
Lawyer: Okay. In what context?
Paula: Well, it was probably when a black man burst into the bank that I was working at and put a gun to my head.
For the record, yes, Deen was actually once robbed at gunpoint. Neither the admission that Deen used the word nor the circumstance she used it in are all that surprising, Confederate Bean Soup not withstanding. In fact, nothing from the reports of the deposition that we’ve heard so far are entirely shocking so much as sadly predictable, but that’s another story entirely.
The juiciest part of this lawsuit are really, at this point, the allegations against Deen and Co. Highlights?
The guy who runs Paula’s Deen’s restaurant is an (allegedly) sincere drunkass:
Paula Deen is (allegedly) a, uh, Feminist…in her own special way (and also, uses the phrase “piece of pussy”):Paula Deen’s accountant and business partners are great at designating non-Jews as Jews:
Paula Deen knows how to run a business meeting (with liberal sprinklings of the F-word):
And then there’s this, which we have no words for:
It’s like Kitchen Confidential meets Django Unchained (and needless to say, is this summer’s food-centric must-read litigation).
Realize: The man Paula Deen entrusts to run her business is named Bubba. You really couldn’t make this shit up if you tried. And granted, these are all allegations, none proven true in a court of law, as is the allegation of what Deen said on the deposition tape. That said, where there’s racist-ass smoke, there’s usual some racist-ass fire, and in a statement denying the racist shit she spouted off was actually racist, she seems to have acknowledged saying it
Let’s assume, for a moment, that all of these allegations are unfounded, and that the deposition doesn’t actually exist in the way the news is telling us it does. Even with that not withstanding, Paula Deen has proven nothing but bad for Americans’ health and palates (to say nothing of her own health). Thankfully, that won’t last much longer: Southern cuisine is in the middle of a major tidal shift (with chefs like Sean Brock or Hugh Acheson leading the way), and Deen’s fading relevancy continues to erode to this day, though maybe now, a hell of a lot quicker.