Here's the thing about moments of heightened emotion -- people still only employ language that makes sense to them, what they believe, regardless if it's a part of their weltanschauung or personality that they have trained themselves to clean up on a daily basis.
If I get into a screaming match with a coworker, in a moment of extreme anger, I will not call him a "lemon-coated banana toothpick." Because that doesn't make sense in the context of me and him and the two of us in an argument.
If I get into a screaming match with a black man, in a moment of extreme anger, I will not call him a "n*." Because I'm not racist.
To me, black people are not n*s, and my coworkers are not lemon-coated banana toothpicks.
So, I have a hard time with this idea that words which "slip out" in emotional moments somehow weren't really "meant." If anything, those moments seem
truer, like the stupid sh!t people say when they've had too much to drink.
I've never once accidentally called someone "spic" or "fag" or "retard" or "chink." Because I hate those words, and they're not to be applied to people. (Excepting satire, I guess, or dramatic writing; they do have value in what they can teach us.)
I'd much rather Baldwin just acknowledge what he said, apologize, and we can all move on, hoping that something was learned. This backpedaling and pandering and lying wrapped up in the guise of "I've always loved gay people" makes things way, way worse.
CHURCH DOOR TOUCAN GAY MARKETING PUPPIES MUSICAL THEATER STAPLES PERIOD OIL BITCHY SNARK HOLES