Chick-fil-A recently opened their fourth location in New York City, prompting Dan Piepenbring to write a bizarre piece for The New Yorker entitled “Chick-Fil-A’s Creepy Infiltration of New York City.”
Yes, you read that right.
The piece stems from Piepenbring’s disgust with Chick-fil-A’s founder Dan Cathy’s 2012 comments that gay marriage is wrong and “we’re inviting God’s judgment on our nation” by proclaiming “we know better than He does about what constitutes a marriage.”
If you remember, Cathy’s comments prompted boycotts by LBGTQ groups and some places like Chicago and Boston blocked the chain from opening new locations in their cities. Their first location in New York opened in 2015 and was met with protests. Then again in 2016 when opening a second location in Queens, Mayor Bill de Blasio proposed a boycott.
All because an owner of a company sees marriage traditionally as between a man and a woman. This view leads Pipenbring to call the company “perverse” because of their Christian values.
And yet the brand’s arrival here feels like an infiltration, in no small part because of its pervasive Christian traditionalism. Its headquarters, in Atlanta, are adorned with Bible verses and a statue of Jesus washing a disciple’s feet. Its stores close on Sundays.
He calls their commitment to community misleading.
Emphasis on community, especially in the misguided nod to 9/11, suggests an ulterior motive. The restaurant’s corporate purpose still begins with the words “to glorify God,” and that proselytism thrums below the surface of the Fulton Street restaurant, which has the ersatz homespun ambiance of a megachurch.
Even the Chick-fil-A cows aren’t safe from scrutiny.
It’s impossible to overstate the role of the Cows—in official communiqués, they always take a capital “C”—that are displayed in framed portraits throughout the Fulton Street location. If the restaurant is a megachurch, the Cows are its ultimate evangelists.
It’s worth asking why Americans fell in love with an ad in which one farm animal begs us to kill another in its place. Most restaurants take pains to distance themselves from the brutalities of the slaughterhouse; Chick-fil-A invites us to go along with the Cows’ Schadenfreude.
Do normal people even think about the Chick-fil-A’s cows when they eat at the fast food joint? Probably not and it’s also a safe bet that Piepenbring is the only person in the world that’s even drawn some sort of morbid link between a marketing campaign and the slaughterhouse.
One has to wonder why Piepenbring is even eating in an establishment that so obviously disturbs him.
Chick-fil-A is one of the finest fast food establishments in the United States. They have exceptional customer service and usually go out of their way to help people in need in their community. One manager famously rescued people trapped in a flooded home in Texas during Hurricane Harvey. And in Orlando, a chain near the Pulse Night Club opened on Sunday to feed first responders and blood donors as they worked in the aftermath of the deadly shooting.
They are also the most profitable fast food chain in America at the moment, despite being closed on Sundays. If that’s not a blessing from the man upstairs, not sure what is.
This piece in The New Yorker is nothing more than a bigoted witch hunt against a Christian company that openly states it treats everyone the same, no matter their sexual orientation.
Normally, if you don’t like something, you don’t buy it, eat it or go there. Maybe Piepenbring should try that instead of furthering religious intolerance by writing a hate piece on a Christian owned company.