For all of those infuriated by yesterday’s Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Day and the number of people who came out to stand in line against gay rights, one woman has a way to use the chicken sandwich to support the gay agenda of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
In a letter written to the Major Gifts Officer of the The Trevor Project, Lorainne Lecesne Whittington wondered “how the nation has become engulfed in a gay rights referendum of sorts that is measured in chicken sandwiches of all things.”
In thinking about the intent of the people standing in line for waffle fries and chicken on a bun, she admits to giving the patrons the benefit-of-the-doubt and thinking they aren’t outright mean, but writes, “I don’t think they know how scared I am for people I love in the face of their unbridled enthusiasm for quashing gay-rights even if it is in the seemingly innocuous form of purchasing more chicken sandwiches.” (It is no wonder why, with such wide-spread activism against gay rights, we as a country are dealing with the sizeable problem of suicide amongst young gay people.)
“It’s just a chicken sandwich. I keep telling myself that. It’s just a chicken sandwich. People like chicken sandwiches.” This is where the letter comes in: to take back the power of the chicken sandwich back for the good of gay rights.
Whittington found that the cost of a classic chicken sandwich on a bun, a side order of waffle fries, and a small drink costs $7.35 at the nearest Chick-Fil-A restaurant, and decided to donate that amount for each of the gay loved-ones in her life to The Trevor Project—an organization committed to saving the young lives of LGBTQ youth.
I would like to donate the cost of these for my brother, my nephew and his husband, the two sets of gay parents of students of mine and their kids, my long time lesbian married friends Peggy and Jane and my friends Ron and John whose surprise wedding in Provincetown will always be something I remember. This totals 17 people, plus one for myself so my donation on behalf of Chick-Fil-A is enclosed here at $132.30.
The true genius of the donation comes at the end:
If you wouldn’t mind sending [Chick-Fil-A] an acknowledgement of my donation on their behalf I would be grateful. Their corporate address is
Mr. Dan Cathy
5200 Buffington Road
Atlanta, GA 30349
I say, let’s all follow her lead! HERE’S HOW: 3104988653
Everyone who stands against what Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Day stands for, donate to The Trevor Project via this link: (note: currently the minimum on the site is $15—I’ve contacted them and I will update the post if they agree to open it up to include $7.35)
Then, send an email note to Major Gifts Officer Brian Davis at Brian.Davis@TheTrevorProject.org
tweet the following message:
“I just donated my chick sandwich to @TrevorProject on your behalf @ChickfilA. Thanks for your support of LGBTQ youth! http://bit.ly/NMxVsu”
And post on their Facebook wall as well.
Read the full letter below:
Major Gifts Officer
The Trevor Project
8704 Santa Monica Blvd., Ste. 200
West Hollywood, CA 90069
The recent uproar over Chick-Fil-A has started to hit home for me as friends began to post their support for the company’s right to free speech as thousands show up to buy chicken sandwiches further voicing their opposition to gay rights. As I see photos of people celebrating the so called Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Days, I’m wondering how the nation has become engulfed in a gay rights referendum of sorts that is measured in chicken sandwiches of all things.
It’s just a chicken sandwich. I keep telling myself that. It’s just a chicken sandwich. People like chicken sandwiches. They’re going to get them because they’re good. They’re not mean people who want to harm anyone, right? Well, maybe they’re not mean. At least they don’t mean to be mean, but I don’t think they know how scared I am for people I love in the face of their unbridled enthusiasm for quashing gay-rights even if it is in the seemingly innocuous form of purchasing more chicken sandwiches.
When my brother was a young man (sorry, I meant to say younger man) he went to bars like I did to find romance and have a bit of fun dancing with friends. The difference was the bars he went to were frequently raided, and customers like him could be jailed. They were lucky if they weren’t senselessly beaten by cops or others in holding tanks simply because they were gay. To be themselves meant to live in fear created of hate, plain and simple.
I often tell a funny story about my brother, except it’s not so funny, really. I was driving him and two other gay guys to a summer stock location. Deep, deep in Pennsylvania we needed gas. Problem was it was self-serve. Believe it or not no one in the car knew how to pump gas. (In New Jersey where I grew up it was practically illegal to pump your own gas!) We had this kind of hilarious conversation in the car where no one wanted to pump the gas. None of us wanted to get out and stand around the pump like idiots trying to figure it out. The guys didn’t want anyone to think their lack of knowledge made them look gay in this rural outpost. My brother realizing that we HAD to get gas said, “Oh for crying out loud, I’ll do it. I’m an actor. I can fake it.”
To live in a world where you have to fake your life in order to live with less fear is not right. To live among people who generate fear and make it fearful for others to go about their business is wrong, even if it’s just buying a chicken sandwich.
I know Chick-Fil-A has a right to say what they want with their corporate profits, but I’m sure I won’t be buying a chicken sandwich from anyone who thinks using those rights to target those I love with fear is a good use of resources. I just wouldn’t feel comfortable with my family in such a place, and really no chicken sandwich is that good.
So what to do? I’ve decided that instead of buying a chicken sandwich, I think I’ll make a donation to my favorite LBGT charity, the Trevor Foundation, in the name of the Chick-Fil-A Corporation.
I went online and found out that a Chick-Fil-A classic sandwich on a wheat bun, a side order of waffle fries and a small drink costs $7.35 at the nearest Chick-Fil-A restaurant. I would like to donate the cost of these for my brother, my nephew and his husband, the two sets of gay parents of students of mine and their kids, my long time lesbian married friends Peggy and Jane and my friends Ron and John whose surprise wedding in Provincetown will always be something I remember. This totals 17 people, plus one for myself so my donation on behalf of Chick-Fil-A is enclosed here at $132.30.
If you wouldn’t mind sending the corporation an acknowledgement of my donation on their behalf I would be grateful. Their corporate address is
Mr. Dan Cathy
5200 Buffington Road
Atlanta, GA 30349
Thank you for the work you do to make the world a safe and loving place for young people when they need it most.
Lorraine Lecesne Whittington
Thanks for your generous gift, Lorraine! $7.35 may not sound like very much, but it adds up. In fact, we received nearly $7,000 yesterday from more than 200 people! That money will go toward saving lives and supporting our mission of making a better and brighter future for youth everywhere.