Seen above throwing a “lord, please don’t tell me a Mexican is touching me” side-eye, Paula Deen issued a statement through her rep saying that she doesn’t use racial slurs and she doesn’t like it when others use racial slurs so will the KKK please stop asking her to make a Klan robe butter sculpture for their next meeting. Paula’s rep said this:
“Ms. Deen does not condone or find the use of racial epithets acceptable. She is looking forward to her day in court.”
Paula’s rep shot out that statement after The National Enquirer published two pieces from the deposition she gave for a lawsuit made against her and her brother Bubba (BUBBA) by the former GM of their restaurant in Savannah. The Baroness of Butter testified that yeah, she’s said the n-word before and she also talked about the time she practically got a twinkle in her nipples from being served by black men in white suits at a restaurant. The entire transcript from Paula’s depo has shown up online (click here if you need it in your life) and TMZ posted the part where she talks about using the N-word. Paula says that she hasn’t mouth shat out the N-word in a while, but she remembers saying it all the way back in 1986 when she was working as a bank teller and a black man stuck a gun at her head during a robbery.
Lawyer: Have you ever used the N-word yourself?
Paula: Yes, of course.
Lawyer: Okay. In what context?
Paula: Well, it was probably when a black man burst into the bank that I was working at and put a gun to my head.
Lawyer: Okay. And what did you say?
Paula: Well, I don’t remember, but the gun was dancing all around my temple … I didn’t — I didn’t feel real favorable towards him.
Lawyer: Okay. Well, did you use the N-word to him as he pointed a gun in your head at your face?
Paula: Absolutely not.
Lawyer: Well, then, when did you use it?
Paula: Probably in telling my husband.
The lawyer asked Paula if the N-word has made an appearance on her tongue since then and she says it has, but she doesn’t really remember exactly when. But the lawyer wanted specific times so he kept poking.
Lawyer: Has it occurred with sufficient frequency that you cannot recall all of the various context in which you’ve used it?
Paula: No, no.
Lawyer: Well, then tell me the other context in which you’ve used the N-word?
Paula: I don’t know, maybe in repeating something that was said to me.
Lawyer: Like a joke?
Paula: No, probably a conversation between blacks. I don’t — I don’t know. But that’s just not a word that we use as time has gone on. Things have changed since the ’60s in the south. And my children and my brother object to that word being used in any cruel or mean behavior. As well as I do.
Then the lawyer brought up that story about how Paula told her staff that she’d love to cater an event where black men in white suits serve everyone. The lawyer asked if she dropped the N-word to describe the waiters and the she said:
“No, because that’s not what these men were. They were professional black men doing a fabulous job.’”
I remember seeing Paula on that fancy TV version of Ancestry.com called Who Do You Think You Are? Paula found out that her ancestors from the 1700s, or something, were slave owners and she said she was shocked and started to cry out buttery tears. Now I know that Paula wasn’t crying tears of sadness. She was crying tears of joy and pride!
Well, I guess reading though that hash tag while getting drunk on red wine and lime Hansen’s is one way to spend Juneteenth.