It wasn’t faith that got him in to trouble. Faith didn’t force you to say things in front of cameras and reporters. Faith did not teach you blindness to another man’s struggles, or that a person was a sinner for love. No, that was a fucked up notion of purity. At least, that was the word that the handsome little TV star had used.
“It just isn’t pure.” he said as he leaned back in the chair across from the interviewer. “It says right there in the bible, in Leviticus.” He has the nerve to brush of his shirt, which was made of a blend of poly-cotton fibers, before finishing up with the usual “If a man lies with a man as he does with a woman” citation.
And then, he went as far as to say that segregation was a time of “great purity in our nation’s history.” He took a drag on a cigarette and fiddled with a pure gold gross around his neck before he continued. “See now, we were all truly free then. We were all people of God then.” He threw “we” around as if he had been there. “My father worked in those fields. See, I grew up poor. White trash, so my father was with them. And we were godly, and they were godly.”
After all of that, he was still surprised when his network suspended him, threatening to release him if he didn’t make a full apology to both the gay and black communities. Of course, he did what he thought to be the most logical thing: he got himself a lawyer. Law and rights never had to apologize for anything. And the woman he got was the best that money could buy, since he had in spades to spare.
The network still released him, but she ensured that they paid a pretty penny to do so. A loophole, breach of a contract; whatever it was she found it and made sure that it would work. Free speech meant that you could speak your mind, apparently without repercussion. Or just the loss of one TV show, it was certain someone else would pick him up anyway. He didn’t make it easy, though. Through the whole of the hearings, he made sure to say that the network was godless, or promoting the new gay agenda and polluting the minds of children. When he’d been on a show that had more sex than dialogue. But as he thanked his fans for standing up for him, his pretty lawyer was there, smiling sweetly and toying with a pretty gold cross that always peaked out from the cut of her coat.
With the case won, he extended an invitation for her and her husband to attend his Christmas party. After Church of course. And there would be a chance to go caroling. After he picked up his jaw from the floor when she’d mentioned she wasn’t married, he assured her that a boyfriend would be acceptable, though he couldn’t believe that such a good, Christian, woman was without a husband. It was the least he could do, he had assured her. No one should be alone on Christmas, so even if she had to come by herself. And she smiled and thanked him.
And she did indeed show up at the outrageous mansion, with her hand firmly clasped in her partner for evening’s. Mr. Hollywood nearly shouted as he picked his jaw up from the floor. But she still smiled and politely shook her head.
“See sir, my wife and I have our own view of purity.” she was perfectly collected as she spoke. “Me, I believe most strongly in the kind of purity that our founding fathers wrote about. Because I may think you’re wrong, and I might be hurt by the things you have to say, especially when they include people like me.” She touched her cross almost exactly when he did. “And you know what, we’re not so different, and I know that it can be hard to see. But even if the things you say make me angry, and I think you’re an idiot for saying them, I’m going to make sure you can say them. That’s the kind of purity I believe in.”
“And loving your neighbor as yourself. That’s a biblical purity. And that’s important to you. So is forgiving a sinner. So fine, I’m a sinner as far as you think. But I’m your sister in Christ, and that’s a very, very pure thing.” she took her partner’s hand again. “So, you can either tell us where to put our coats, or kick us out on the purist night of the year. It’s up to you.”