Paula Deen Brand Spirals Downward

pdeenIf you’ve been following the Paula Deen story, you know that Caesars Entertainment was one of the latest companies to drop Deen in the recent racism scandal surrounding the chef and entrepreneur.

This means no more Paula Deen buffet at Harrah’s Tunica (she had three other buffets in Indiana, Chicago and North Carolina).

The closure of the Paula Deen Buffet was one of many relationships that have ended for Deen over the past week. Others include the Food Network, Wal-Mart, Target, Sears, Smithfield Foods and Novo Dordisk. QVC has said it’s putting its deal with Deen “on pause.”

Meanwhile, interest in the Paula Deen cruise has been growing by the day, with a second cruise being added for 2014.

What’s your take? Let us know in the comments below.

 

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  1. Franz Schneider says:

    Once upon a time there lived a vain Emperor whose only worry in life was to have everyone in his radio audience agree with him. He broadcast every hour and loved to hear the applause roll through the realm. He chose each word carefully, always assuring that no one was ever upset by the message or the tone. He in fact was known for never saying anything of import.
    Word of the Emperor’s oratorical splendor spread over his kingdom and beyond. Two scoundrels who had heard of the Emperor’s vanity decided to take advantage of it. They introduced themselves at the gates of the palace with a scheme in mind.
    “We are two very good speech writers and after many years of research we have invented an extraordinary method to create a lexicon of words so bright and imaginative that everyone who listens will immediately recognize how brilliant you are. But best of all, if anyone disagrees with you, they are of course, stupid. In this manner will be able to identify all of the stupid people in your realm.”
    The emperor gave the two men a bag of gold coins in exchange for their promise to begin working on the lexicon of words immediately.
    “Just tell us what you need to get started and we’ll give it to you.” The two scoundrels asked for paper, pens with gold nibs, ink wells filled with gold. The Emperor thought he had spent his money quite well: in addition to getting a new extraordinary vocabulary, he would discover which of his subjects were ignorant. A few days later, he called the old and wise prime minister, who was considered by everyone as a man with common sense.
    “Go and see how the work is proceeding,” the Emperor told him, “and come back to let me know.”
    The prime minister was welcomed by the two scoundrels.
    “We’re almost finished, but we need a lot more gold ink. Here, Excellency! Listen to a few of the sample words!” The old man bent over and struggled to hear. But all he could make out were racial epithets. He felt cold sweat on his forehead.
    ‘I can only hear lurid words of hate’, he thought. ‘If I don’t hear the true meaning, that means I’m stupid! Or, worse, narrow-minded!’ If the prime minister admitted that he didn’t hear anything other than racial slurs, he would be discharged from his office.
    “What a marvelous dictionary, he said then. ”I’ll certainly tell the Emperor.” The two scoundrels rubbed their hands gleefully. They had almost made it. More gold ink was requested to finish the work.
    Finally, the Emperor received the announcement that the two speech writers were finished.
    “Come in,” the Emperor ordered. Even as they bowed, the two scoundrels carefully carried one page of paper as if it were as weighty as twenty bound volumes.
    “Here it is your Highness, the result of our labor,” the scoundrels said. “We have worked night and day but, at last, the most beautiful words in the world are yours. Feel how the words roll from your tongue.” Of course the Emperor was in shock when he saw how vile the words were. He panicked and felt like fainting. But luckily the throne was right behind him and he sat down.
    The farce continued as the two scoundrels had foreseen it.
    “Your Highness, you’ll have to take off your clothes and drape yourself in the majesty of your words.”
    The Emperor stood naked, pretending to bow under the pressure of holding many heavy volumes while staring wide eyed at the page of forbidden words.
    “Your Majesty,” the prime minister said, “we have a request for you. The people have found out about this extraordinary dictionary and they are anxious to see hear you speak.” The Emperor was doubtful about sharing the new sheet of words. But he relented, after all, no one would know about his dilemma except the stupid and the narrow-minded.
    “All right,” he said. “I will grant the people this privilege.” He summoned his carriage and the ceremonial parade was formed. All the people had gathered in Oxford’s main square, pushing and shoving to get a better look. Applause welcomed the regal procession. Everyone wanted to know how stupid or narrow-minded his or her neighbor was but, as the Emperor passed and he screamed the words written on the page aloud, a strange murmur rose from the crowd.
    Everyone said, loud enough for the others to hear: “Listen to the Emperor, his words are inclusive, they raise the human spirit to the pinnacle of humanity!”
    A child, however, who had no important job and could only see things as his eyes showed them to him, went up to the carriage.
    “The Emperor is nekkid and he’s talking like they claim Paula Deen did,” he said.
    “Fool!” his father reprimanded, running after him. “Don’t talk nonsense!” This man is an Emperor, our leader, how could he ever use such vile words.”
    “But Father I have heard him, didn’t you? He said…” The father quickly covered the boy’s mouth cutting the words to the quick.
    A philosopher in the crowd asked, “If a young boy says a word that he hears from his Emperor, when the boy repeats the word is he an Emperor or a racist?”
    The crowd murmured. One onlooker cried out, “It is not the word that makes the person. It is what is in their heart every day.”
    The philosopher continued, “If one were to hold a gun to the young boys head and force him to say the forbidden words, would he be a child with a keen sense of self-preservation or a racist?” Another onlooker said, “It is only in the movies that so called heroes resist torture. People today follow fads like lemmings and copy speech patterns like savants. It is what is in their heart every day that truly matters.”
    The crowd grew even more restless.
    The philosopher turned away from the boy and turned to the crowd, “If the boy grew up in Georgia in the ‘50s and occasionally bowed to peer pressure and used words that people in power and who were role models used, yet under oath knew that to lie was wrong, is the boy a truthful normal child or a fool to trust in the good judgment and fairness of others?”
    Another voice in the crowd yelled out, “How is the half-life of slander measured? When did Negro become unacceptable; on what day and how was the world informed? Black is no longer the correct choice. On what day did it become unacceptable and how was the world informed?
    The philosopher talked over the din of the crowd, “My fellow citizen raises an excellent point. If this boy drove down the street and did not stop at a stop sign that wasn’t there, but where one was put into place 50 years later, can the child be charged with breaking a lot that didn’t exist then, but does now?” The philosopher looked around waiting for quiet. “What if in 50 years we find that the hyphenation of people, African –American, is considered derisive and not inclusive. How shall we answer when asked if we ever called another person such a hyphenated name? Truthfully or shall we lie? Perhaps we should quote our past President Theodore Roosevelt who in 1915, said,
    ‘There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism. When I refer to hyphenated Americans, I do not refer to naturalized Americans. Some of the very best Americans I have ever known were naturalized Americans, Americans born abroad. But a hyphenated American is not an American at all … The one absolutely certain way of bringing this nation to ruin, of preventing all possibility of its continuing to be a nation at all, would be to permit it to become a tangle of squabbling nationalities, an intricate knot of German-Americans, Irish-Americans, English-Americans, French-Americans, Scandinavian-Americans or Italian-Americans, each preserving its separate nationality, each at heart feeling more sympathy with Europeans of that nationality, than with the other citizens of the American Republic … There is no such thing as a hyphenated American who is a good American. The only man who is a good American is the man who is an American and nothing else.’

    Should Teddy Roosevelt lose his cooking show, his national parks, and his place in our history because he wouldn’t approve of African-American?” The philosopher looked around the room.
    “I shall read from the Emperor’s list. Starting with the N word; Nullum crimen, nulla poena sine praevia lege poenali. There exists no crime and no punishment without a pre-existing penal law. What was normative 50 years ago is not rendered unacceptable by morays that were not then in place. We cannot chastise a mother for smoking while pregnant if the act was performed before knowledge was available to render such an act ignoble. We do not know what we do not know. Perhaps someday we shall find that texting renders children ignorant and contributes to a growth in lax morals and a tendency to fear freedom. But until such time text away.”
    And so ends the fairy tale (can we say that without upsetting someone?) about Paula Deen, the N word (Nullum) and why ex-post-facto law is not applicable in courts of justice but is restricted to the court of public opinion where the stupid, narrow-minded and mean spirited set the standard.

  2. Common Sense says:

    On one hand, I’m sick of hearing about Paula Deen, particularly from Eater.com. On the other, while there were obviously going to be consequences to what she admitted, the complete overreaction has become comical – and sad. Talk about blowing something out of proportion. The fact is we’re talking about something she said years ago, right or wrong. We’ve all said things we wish we could take back. And my opinion isn’t the result of my being a naive, idealistic, southern white male. It has become evident my opinion that this has been blown out of proportion is shared by many, regardless of race. Paula will be fine financially as she has made plenty of money and maintains a great deal of support from her fan base. That said, I think its more than fair to say she has paid the price of her mistakes. It’s time to move on from this. She’s been drug through the mud enough.

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