By now you almost certainly know that Sarah Huckabee Sanders,
the White House Press Secretary to President Donald Trump, was refused service at the Red Hen restaurant in Lexington, Virginia based on “moral grounds.” The owner, Stephanie Wilkinson, simply did not want to serve somebody she found so politically offensive, and so she didn’t.
Since then the Red Hen restaurant in Washington, DC, which has no affiliation with the one in Lexington, has been getting attacked by both left and right on social media.
Keep in mind, this is not the restaurant that refused Sanders service. No matter, even after they explicitly stated that this was all a case of mistaken identity and they had nothing to do with the Huckabee Affair, people still demanded that they take a political position on the matter. The Red Hen responded by saying that businesses in DC are prohibited from discriminating against people for political affiliation because they are in a federal district. This wasn’t good enough. People still pressed them. Okay, we know you’re not the restaurant that was involved, and we know that you are subject to different laws and therefore don’t have a choice to make in the matter, but what if you did have a choice? What if you were the restaurant she walked in to? What would you do then?
And so it goes.
And now Donald Trump is tweeting furiously at the Red Hen in Virginia ( the right one) in the hopes of destroying their business.
The owner, likely seeing in herself a patriotic exemplar, stands by her act of micro resistance while the pitchfork and torch crowd– from both the left and right–gather, eager to burn some shit down.
So surreal and terrible and hilarious and scary.
It’s amazing to me just how quickly things are reduced to the symbolic. All the nuance, history, vulnerability and complexity that informs a person– or a restaurant, even–are swept to the side, reduced to little more than the baleful projections of a furious, roiling, unconscious. The appetite right now is for enemies rather than friends, so if you’re caught in the public eye you become what that public needs you to be, not who you might actually be.
And so when I see Sarah Huckabee Sanders tossed about in the media, I think of Monica Lewinsky.
They really look alike.
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I mean, they really do.
But beyond that, remember also how Monica Lewinsky was treated by the press and public? She was despised– crucified, by both the left and right, for the sins of Bill Clinton. Honest to God, I think it’s a miracle she didn’t jump out a window. But she survived, admirably, in fact, and it’s as if her ghost is now visible in “the perfect smokey eye” of Sarah Huckabee, and the antipathy that Lewinsky withstood is now being visited upon her. Both of them appear as privileged white girls, Beckys, really, and their ambition, greased by a system that favours people like them, propelled them right next to the most powerful man in the world, and this, this seems to be something our society simply cannot abide.
Ask Hillary Clinton.
And so these women rise up into the culture like cautionary tales. Reduced to cartoon figures, they float slowly above us, soft targets, while we, the rabble beneath cast stones and curses. If you’re a woman and your cultural centrality can in any way be traced back to a powerful man, you will be hated for it– by men, and by women, it would seem. This is America, and if you’re a woman and you fly too close to the sun, you’re declared a witch and you’re going to get burned, whether you deserve it or not.
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4 responses to “The Red Hen”
I don’t get where you’re going with this one at all.
While I do agree that the madly polarized mob response to the Red Hen is both scary and dangerous, I so no relationship between Lewinsky and Sanders. Lewinsky was abused by Clinton, and was powerless to defend herself. Sanders has chosen to defend an abuser, and does it proudly. Sanders has the power to walk away at any time, and fade off into obscurity. No such luck for Lewinsky. They are complete opposites.
You can’t really claim that Sanders is suffering because of gender. Her male predecessor was equally hated and mercilessly mocked, and is already forgotten.
Sharktooth:
You may be right, I don’t know.
I wasn’t really thinking about the culpability the women had in their fate, but in the blood in the water response. People seemed to be delighting in the humiliation of these women, and there seemed something unique in that. White, ambitious, privileged women who benefited or “sold out” to the patriarchy institution of the Presidency, and then were pilloried for it. It’s amazing to me in retrospect that Monica Lewinsky was seen as a villain, which is something I keep in mind today–which is to say that things don’t always look or feel the same four or five years down the road.
Hmm, when you ignore the individual culpability you’re actually perpetuating the humiliation of Lewinsky.
By equating Lewinsky to Sanders, you villainize Lewinsky all over again, since someone that defends an abuser can quite rightly be considered a villain.
Maybe we should defer to someone who’s expert at handling these difficult moral dilemmas. Heidi definitely needs to weigh in here.
These people exist as symbols, sacrifices, really. I’m not thinking of them as fully formed, as that’s not the way they were received by the public. I make no equation between the women, either, I just think that the public, for it’s own inscrutable reasons, ended up treating them in a similar way. I think that’s interesting, but I don’t know exactly what it means.
I think Monica Lewinsky should be on a postage stamp. I have tremendous respect for her having survived that with as much grace and determination as she has. She was thrown under the bus, by everybody.