Skaldthetical, longish storytelling OP, probably not a poll today as I’ve got a meeting coming up, blah blah blah. For purposes of today’s story, it is 1998, you are the managing editor of a syndicated TV news magazine. You have just been offered video showing a recently bereaved television preacher, moments after her only child died in a senseless random accident, following the advice of Job’s wife, and must now decide whether to air it. More details are below.
Our story today concerns Jacqueline Jamison (known as **Jacquie **to her friends and fans), megachurch pastor, televangelist, and author of numerous best-sellers with titles like Jesus Is On Your Side, The Holy Ghost Is Always With You, and Why God Wants You to Tithe. On a bright summer morning some weeks ago, Jacquie was walking down a Manhattan sidewalk with her four-year-old daughter Jennifer. Unfortunately, Thanatos was standing at the next corner, taking a smoke. It was nobody’s fault. A stray cat had killed a rat, you see, leaving its intestines on the sidewalk outside a cafe; a woman exiting the cafe slipped on the rodent guts and stumbled into the street and the path of a passing truck; the truck driver swerved to avoid hitting her, causing him to slam into a car; the ran ran out of control and ultimately hit a scaffold, causing a worker to drop a brick which plummeted onto little Jennifer’s head.
Jacquie didn’t know the exact causal sequence, of course. All she knew was that her baby girl had been struck down. She rushed her to the hospital, but it was of no avail; after what seemed only moments, the doctors told her that Jennifer was dead. Shocked and grieving, Jaquie stumbled into the first empty room she could find to wait for her husband to arrive. Thinking herself alone and unobserved, she collapsed, wept, and railed against the heavens. “Why did you do this, Lord?” she said among other things. “Why did you take my baby? I hate you, you selfish, evil mothrfucker! I hate you, God! I HATE YOU!”
The thing is, Jacquie was not unobserved. For reasons I can’t be arsed to contrived (hey, I saidI had a meeting coming up!), the room she thought private was in fact wired for video and sound, and her cameras were runing. Her whole rant was recorded.
Now as it happens, Jacquie is the pastor of a megachurch whose Sunday morning services are nationally broadcast. She missed the next service, and the one after that. But on the third Sunday she was back at work, if more than a little subdued. Thanking her parishioners and viewers for their support, she gave a sermon on loss, mourning, and the grace of God. In this sermon she claimed that, even in the darkest moments of her grief over Jennifer’s death, she never doubted the divine love or mercy for an instant. “All things work together for good for them that love the Lord,” she said. "Even as my baby lay dying, I knew that God had a plan for her and for me that would ultimately be to our betterment. And when the doctors told me she had died, I knew Jesus had taken her to his bosom and would take care of her far, far better than I ever could. Yes, I grieved, but I wasn’t angry at him; I didn’t blaspheme. From the moment we got up that morning to the moment we put my baby in the ground, I knew–not believed, knew–that ‘Little ones to him belong / They are weak and he is strong.’ "
That sermon aired two days ago. Now, on Tuesday morning, you’ve been approached by some hoser who works at the hospital where Jacquie died. Said hoser has access to the videotape of Jacquie’s breakdown, chanced to see the above-referenced sermon, and is en-fucking-raged. Wanting to expose her hypocrisy, he is offering the breakdown video (maybe for money, maybe gratis; does it really matter?) to your show.
Do you air it? Does it matter whether you have to pay for the video? Do you consider Jacquie a hypocrite?
Still got a few minutes before the meeting. Let’s see what kind poll I can whip up.