{"id":11410,"date":"2024-08-08T12:00:35","date_gmt":"2024-08-08T12:00:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/niemanstoryboard.org\/2024\/08\/08\/sexuality-religion-immersive-journalism-narrative-structure-sources\/"},"modified":"2025-03-19T16:37:26","modified_gmt":"2025-03-19T16:37:26","slug":"sexuality-religion-immersive-journalism-narrative-structure-sources","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/niemanstoryboard.org\/2024\/08\/08\/sexuality-religion-immersive-journalism-narrative-structure-sources\/","title":{"rendered":"Reporting beyond shame and blame, secrets and stereotypes"},"content":{"rendered":" \n
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I don\u2019t go to church, but I am a religious reader of\u00a0The Sunday Long Read<\/a>, which arrives in my inbox each Sunday like a menu of the week\u2019s best long-form stories. I peruse the choices \u2014 curated by narrative connoisseurs \u2014 and read the ones that I hope will move me and teach me something about exceptional journalism, but also about life, about the human condition and maybe about myself.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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Gmail truncates the newsletter, and sometimes I\u2019m too rushed to click the ellipses at the bottom of the email to keep reading \u201cbelow the fold.\u201d But that\u2019s where, one Sunday, I found a story that moved me to tears of anger, compassion and maybe even faith.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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In \u201cA Death in Alabama,<\/a><\/strong>\u201d Esquire writer and longtime executive editor Mark Warren<\/a> tells the story of Bubba Copeland, a Southern Baptist pastor who ended his life after a website wrote an expos\u00e9 about something he did in private. Some people judged Bubba\u2019s actions severely. Others, who may not have understood or agreed with his choices, leaned on the power of grace and love \u2014 and tried to stop him from ending his life.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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This story made me wonder so many things \u2014 about the reporting, the writing and how Warren, as an outsider, could gain trust from and capture the nuanced spirit of a place as complicated as small-town Alabama. Having lived many years of my life in Alabama, some of them in a tiny town, I bristle when I read stories about Alabama written by folks who \u201cain\u2019t from around here.\u201d A lot of writers head to the Deep South with self-fulfilling assumptions. Many of them find the Southern-gothic views they expecct (which do in fact exist) but miss the finer nuances of a culture that\u2019s easy to judge on the surface but hard to really understand.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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Mark Warren has lived in New York City since 1987. \u201cBut I am also from a tiny, redneck town in southeast Texas, have a vast Cajun extended family in south Louisiana (my mother\u2019s side), and a not-so-vast extended family in south Mississippi (my father\u2019s side).\u201d He was no stranger to the fraught and beautiful complexities of small-town Southern culture.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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Warren wove bits of scripture into the story, a risky move that could have come across as pandering \u2014 but didn\u2019t. He conveyed some ostensibly contradictory things about Copeland\u2019s congregation without making them look like hypocrites. What might have been written as a true-crime story about a controversial suicide \u201cultimately was more about community, grace, tolerance and love \u2014 being human \u2014 in the teeth of a hateful dominant culture.\u201d<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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\u201cLast fall, when I heard about what happened to Bubba Copeland, I felt his death like a shot to the solar plexus,\u201d Warren told me. \u201cI felt some kind of innate kinship to the people in those towns. I was struck by the initial public bellow of grief and love that they had expressed for Bubba \u2014 unafraid, unabashed and beautiful \u2014 and wondered if the same thing would have happened in my hometown if, God forbid, the same thing had happened there. It struck me as different, and remarkable, and I wanted to understand it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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I wanted to understand how Warren approached such a sensitive story profiling traumatized people who are still actively processing that trauma. The reported facts of the story stabbed me in my solar plexus, too, but the way he wrote it twisted the knife. It stirred emotions \u2014 anger, surprise, empathy, awe, grief and faith in the power of love. It gutted me.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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It also made me think differently about a place I lived and thought I knew. It produced an emotional and<\/em> intellectual response. For me, few stories do both.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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One thing that struck me most about this story is what I call \u201cthe smart layer\u201d \u2014 those intermittent moments when a writer pauses the scene-by-scene narrative, surfaces with authorial voice and offers some insight, revelation or expository aside that frames the scene with meaning. Warren calls it, simply, \u201cnarration.\u201d So the question is: How do you find the right balance between narrative and narration?<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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We talked about all of this and more over coffee during a recent trip to Manhattan, when I asked Warren if he would annotate his story. We talked for more than two hours, and both of us found ourselves dabbing our eyes. We visited the old journalistic admonishment: \u201cDon\u2019t get too close to your sources.\u201d And the reality that sometimes your own moral compass supersedes that code. At one point, Warren felt the only human thing to do was give one of his sources \u2014 Bubba Copeland\u2019s son \u2014 a hug.<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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\u201cThis was a young man who had just lost his father to suicide, and he was weeping at the end of our interview,\u201d Warren says. \u201cI am a journalist but I\u2019m also a father and a human being. Before me stood another human being, and he was suffering. Bright lines between subjects and journalists exist for very good and important reasons. But in that instance, there was nothing wrong with having a human response. And if there is, then I am happily wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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THE ANNOTATION<\/em><\/strong>: Storyboard\u2019s questions are in red; Warren\u2019s answers in blue. To read the story without annotations, click the HIDE ANNOTATIONS button in the right hand menu of your monitor or at the top of your mobile screen.<\/em><\/p>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n \n

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A DEATH IN ALABAMA<\/h2>\n\n

Bubba Copeland was the heart and soul of his Alabama community\u2014pastor, mayor, businessman. When a website exposed his deepest secrets, his life wasn’t the only thing that was destroyed. An American story.<\/h3>\n\n<\/a>Let’s start with the dek hed. Esquire could have added an adjective like \u201cright-wing\u201d or \u201cconservative\u201d here, but you left it neutral: a website. Was there a discussion about this decision?<\/span>Not a discussion, exactly, but my editor and I were completely in concert on this point: When I begin a story I always suspend judgment in all directions, including as related to suspected bad actors. A part of that process is taking care to avoid polemical or slanted or prejudicial language as much as possible. Using shorthand like \u201cright-wing\u201d would have larded the piece with an almost unconscious ideological viewpoint from the outset, which acts as a sort of bulwark against understanding. At the outset of my reporting, I certainly had no ideological ax to grind or feelings of any kind regarding anyone involved. After deep reporting I, of course, came to conclusions that I had earned the right to draw. Before I began my reporting, though, I understood some basic facts and had basic inclinations about what had happened. I am human, and those inclinations are vital to a reporter, as long as you remain open to having your mind changed by experience. But I made a point of accepting none of the established online narratives regarding 1819 News. I wanted to earn a point-of-view \u2014 about them, what they\u2019d done and what happened to Bubba Copeland \u2014 based on the merit of my own reporting and deep immersion, not on opinions or judgments I had received from someone else. I wanted to start from scratch, follow the facts where they led, fully embrace the complexities of the story and distinguish this as a piece of careful journalism in contradistinction to the \u201cjournalism\u201d that had done such harm to the communities I discovered when I arrived in East Alabama. The Internet is brimming with dehumanizing ad hominem, empty tribal polemics and vitriolic labeling. We are in danger of being destroyed by all of that, in my view. So without sounding too grandiose, I wanted to take such care with this piece that each word would be mine, and not a cliche or code to a tribe or affinity group somewhere. I wanted to write a human story, with my fidelity being to the truth, not to an ideological point of view. Thus, I tried to let the facts speak, and avoided easy characterizations like \u201cconservative\u201d or \u201cright-wing.\u201d (Note: When the magazine posted the piece online, the editors changed the title from the title as published on page, from \u201cA Death in Alabama\u201d to \u201cRight-wing Media and the Death of an Alabama Pastor.\u201d The online title is perfectly accurate, and is certainly less elliptical and more direct, but it was their choice, not mine.)<\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span><\/a>I also avoided any ideological shorthand regarding gender, as that language is similarly loaded. As important as gender and sexual difference were to the circumstances of Bubba\u2019s life and death, the person who might have illuminated that subject for the reader was dead. And this piece ultimately was more about community, grace, tolerance and love \u2014 being human \u2014 in the teeth of a hateful dominant culture.<\/span><\/span> <\/a>Likewise, this might have been framed this as a \u201cSouthern Gothic\u201d or \u201cDeep South\u201d or \u201cSouthern Baptist\u201d story. What informed the choice of the broader descriptor \u201cAmerican?\u201d<\/span>My editor believed that this was a story that transcended narrow religious or regional categorization. The story of Bubba Copeland is much larger than exigencies of life in small-town East Alabama. Through the lens of Phenix City, Alabama, in the aftermath of his death, you can truly tell the story of something profound that is seizing this country right now.<\/span><\/span>


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\nAT THE FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH OF PHENIX CITY, ALABAMA, THE<\/strong> last Sunday of October 2023 was Pastor Appreciation Day. <\/a>In less than 20 words, this sentence grounds the reader in time, geography and cultural context. What\u2019s your philosophy on writing effective first sentences and ledes?<\/span>Every subject and story is different, so I don\u2019t believe that there is a rule one must obey, other than maybe this: Don\u2019t waste words, especially at the beginning when you are setting the world that you are creating in motion. So high-performing sentences, layered in with useful visual details, are important. It\u2019s funny, because the original first line of this story was the sentence that now begins the second section (\u201cWe all have things that we don\u2019t want other people to know about us.\u201d), and that\u2019s certainly one way to go. But after a talmudic discussion with my editor, it became clear that this was the natural lead, and that hard-working sentence took its proper place.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong> The church was festive, the service well attended. There was strawberry cake, Pastor Copeland\u2019s favorite, and special music in his honor by two of his closest friends, who sang a program of Baptist hymns, accompanying themselves on piano. Bernard Vann, the church\u2019s elder statesman, spoke from the pulpit on behalf of the congregation, testifying as to how blessed they all felt that Bubba Copeland had entered their lives and bestowed his gifts, bound them together as a spiritual community. After reading a very long list of duties that make up a churchman\u2019s life, Vann ribbed Bubba that he sure was getting a lot of attention that day for a job that\u2019s just \u201cone day a week.\u201d Then he turned to Bubba and said, \u201cWe as a church love you, and we appreciate you for everything you\u2019ve done,\u201d with the true feeling of an old man, as he embraced his pastor. <\/a>Obviously, you weren\u2019t able to witness this scene. How did you go about reconstructing it, and particularly the dialogue, in your reporting?<\/span>The First Baptist Church of Phenix City has both a YouTube channel and a Facebook page, where all of the Sunday services and Wednesday Bible studies are archived. I watched this service, along with between 24 and 30 hours of other services and sermons. Archived video was also instrumental to immersing myself in the world and ethos of Bryan Dawson and 1819 News. This was a vital complement to the approximately 30 hours in formal interviews I conducted.<\/span><\/span>
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\nOnce Vann took his seat, Bubba stepped up to the pulpit. \u201cI am so undeserving,\u201d he said. \u201cI don\u2019t come from a background of being a pastor. I come from a background of loving people. And I believe there\u2019s a giant difference between being a Christian and being Christlike. I try my best to be Christlike. There\u2019s a lot of Christians that hurt people. What we should strive to do is go out of our way to love people unconditionally, despite who they are, what they are\u2014because you know why? Jesus loves me.\u201d <\/a>On first read, this rang true to the Southern Baptist philosophy I was exposed to living for years in Alabama, but it didn\u2019t strike me as a \u201czinger\u201d or a stand-out quote. When I re-read the piece, it gave me chills because I saw the foreshadowing. Did you know right away that it belonged in the lede?<\/em><\/span>Yes, I watched this sermon after I returned from my time in Phenix City, and was struck dumb by its power and portent. It very simply established who this man was and what he believed, \u00a0which was so very different from the theology of those whose actions would precipitate his death. It filled me with a strong sense of dread for what was to come. I knew that Pastor Appreciation Day and that sermon would need to go very near the establishing shot of the piece.<\/span><\/span>
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\nBubba would often talk about how his life had been suffused with a grace that was beyond his comprehension. He believed that was the essence of God, and today he was telling his congregation that if God could love him\u2014of all people\u2014it was a sure sign that God loved everyone created in His image.
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\nWE ALL HAVE THINGS THAT WE DON\u2019T WANT OTHER PEOPLE<\/strong> TO know about us. Things that might be hard to explain, even to ourselves. The world can be an unforgiving place, quick to judge, and friendships can be fleeting. Would the people whose regard means the most to us look at us differently if they learned of our hidden selves? Would they abandon us? Surely God knows our secrets. What does He think of us?
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\nBubba Copeland had many secrets. And as a servant to both God and man, the judgments of heaven and earth were the alpha and omega of Bubba\u2019s existence. What God thinks of anything, much less any of us, is difficult to discern, if we are honest. But the people of the First Baptist Church of Phenix City, Alabama, unabashedly adored Bubba.
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\nHe was empathetic and industrious and always seemed to be doing something for somebody. By last fall, he had been the senior pastor at First Baptist for four years and the church\u2019s youth minister for fifteen years before that. Bubba was not seminary trained and was not what you might call an intellectual from the pulpit, but what he lacked in academic theology he made up for in his eagerness to answer to the spiritual and material needs of others, no matter the time or expense. According to the people in his church family who knew him best and loved him most, Bubba possessed an enormous capacity to serve, and his sermons were personal, compassionate, and often funny. As a Christian and as a pastor, he thought that in a pinch the Sermon on the Mount was just about all the Bible a man would ever need, and his favorite verse was Matthew 7:1\u2014\u201cJudge not, that ye be not judged.\u201d All he knew about the ministry he had learned by the side of his first father-in-law, Dr. Eugene Langner, who pastored to the souls of the congregation at First Baptist Church for thirty years until his death in 2013. Even after Bubba and Merrigail, Langner\u2019s daughter, got divorced, the two men maintained a loving friendship. Bubba and Merrigail had given Langner a grandson, after all. Young Carter Copeland would grow up underfoot at the church, singing hymns from the pulpit with a poise that would make his father cry. Grandfather, father, and son remained exceptionally close, their relationships unburdened by the strain that often comes with divorce.
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\nBoth Elkins and Price have a deep faith and struggled to find a church that would be a true spiritual home for them, where they would be welcomed as full-fledged members, not \u201cas lesser than.\u201d \u201cThere\u2019s churches that will cash our checks and let me and my husband sit in the back pew, but we didn\u2019t want that. We feel that we have a lot to give and love being involved in a vibrant community,\u201d Elkins says. They had heard good things about First Baptist in Phenix City, but Price had serious reservations about committing to a Baptist church. \u201cI thought, I ain\u2019t going to no Southern Baptist church,\u201d he says. \u201cBeen there, done that.\u201d
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\nElkins first wanted to talk to the pastor, have a frank conversation, and manage everyone\u2019s expectations from the start. Elkins called the mayor\u2019s office in Smiths Station, and Bubba said to come on by. \u201cWe sat there across from each other, and I told him that Jason and I wanted to be members of a church where we would be treated with dignity and respect and welcomed without reservation.\u201d Instantly, Bubba responded, \u201cDan, you are my brother. God has blessed our church by sending you to join us.\u201d Bubba added that his son was gay and that he was \u201cnot sure how to relate to him. God has brought you into my life to be Carter\u2019s gay stepdad.\u201d <\/a>This is a terrific character-building anecdote. When we read this story in a graduate feature writing class that I teach, one of my students, who lives in Kentucky, thought the congregation\u2019s point of view relied too heavily on the testimony of Jason and Dan, a white gay couple. She wondered if there were any Black church members and what they had to say. She thought that for a Southern Baptist Church in a Deep South small town, this all sounded a little too peachy to be true.<\/span>Interesting question. There are Black members of the First Baptist Church, and I did some reporting to inform myself about the racial composition of both the church and larger community, and of Bubba\u2019s role in fostering that diversity. But to tell the story of what happened to Bubba Copeland, I saw it as my principal obligation to first learn the basic facts and then follow them where they led. That meant finding out who the main actors were in the events that I was trying to illuminate. Who were the people closest to Bubba during those days and hours? Those are the people I focused on. And as I have mentioned, the community I encountered was traumatized, grieving and very suspicious, so it\u2019s not as if I could interview people at will or whim. This was a highly sensitive undertaking, requiring great care and patience. I was seeking to illuminate the deeper truth of a very specific set of facts, and I didn\u2019t see it as my prerogative, or even a realistic option, to launch into a broader social anthropology about the attitudes of the greater First Baptist Church. As for whether I \u201crelied too heavily on the testimony of Jason and Dan,\u201d this story is to at least some degree about sexual difference in a Christian faith in the Deep South not usually very accepting of such difference, so talking to Dan and Jason was absolutely vital to my understanding of Bubba Copeland\u2019s church. I see it less as relying heavily on the testimony of gay, white characters and more as relying heavily on the main characters of the story \u2014 people who were in a position to tell me what had happened. Not only were Dan and Jason central characters in the struggle to keep Bubba alive that terrible week, they also were also essential witnesses to the kind of congregation that Bubba Copeland built at First Baptist Church, as he sought to establish an atmosphere of loving inclusiveness, guided by the New Testament, in sharp distinction to most other Baptist churches in his state. I took great care to affirm with several other witnesses, in hours of interviews, that Dan\u2019s and Jason\u2019s experience was true and accurate. So while it might shatter stereotypes, this church community was not too peachy to be true. Last note on this one: It should also be said that over the past several years, as First Baptist Church evolved in this direction, it lost members who simply were not comfortable with this more liberal direction. But the church also attracted new members, including several other gay married couples.<\/span><\/span>
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\n\u201cSo we joined First Baptist and never looked back,\u201d Elkins says. \u201cIt\u2019s hard for me to express the depth of my gratitude for what Bubba gave us.\u201d
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\nIt\u2019s not that Bubba\u2019s friends idealized him or thought he was perfect\u2014they didn\u2019t, and he wasn\u2019t. For one, he had to keep a laminate of the Lord\u2019s Prayer in a right-hand corner of the pulpit at First Baptist, as he sometimes forgot the words. <\/a>Did you see this detail in person? Or learn it in an interview?<\/span>I saw it in person. An old church caretaker took me on a tour, and I stood at Bubba\u2019s lectern and there it was. I took a picture of it and asked several people about it, which is how I came to learn what it was for.<\/span><\/span> A bigger problem for Bubba was that he worried too much about what people thought of him. And he spent way too much time looking at his phone. These days, of course, there is a direct correlation between those two things. Bubba felt an unending sense of responsibility to the people of his church family and to the people of Smiths Station. An unkind comment on Facebook could keep him up at night. If this is a common modern affliction, Bubba had an acute case. <\/a>This is the first time I hear your voice and POV speaking clearly and directly to me, as the reader. I call this, for lack of a better term, \u201cthe smart layer.\u201d What do you call this? Editorial voice? Authorial POV?. You do more of it later in the story. I\u2019ve always wondered how to do this properly \u2014 at just the right time, in the right dose \u2014\u2013 in a narrative.<\/span>I\u2019d just call it narration. I try to narrate concisely and at just the right fulcrum moments in the piece, to bind, steer and propel the narrative. As an editor, I have always advised writers that it\u2019s their obligation to periodically stick their heads up out of the hole to tell readers, in the authorial voice, where we\u2019ve been, where we\u2019re going, and why it matters. These pieces of narration should tease out the deeper meanings of the story and be thoughtfully calibrated so as not to be a syllable longer than they need to be. This sort of narration should never feel like a cudgel, or an editorial.<\/span><\/span> It would be his undoing.
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\nAt the end of the Pastor Appreciation Day service, Bubba joined Dan Elkins and Daniel Windsor at the piano on the altar to sing a favorite song. The Lord did not bless Bubba with much of a singing voice, but what he lacked in talent he made up for in effort. <\/a>The voice and bless-yer-heartedness of this made me laugh and sounded like the kind of back-handed compliment I\u2019ve heard in Alabama many times. You echo this again later in a way that\u2019s not funny, but chilling.<\/span>The people where I come from talk just like they do in Phenix City and Smiths Station. And just as in those towns, it is a commonplace to believe that God is minutely involved in the day-to-day, moment-to-moment of existence. If you have a lovely voice, it\u2019s a gift from God. If you don\u2019t, well, it\u2019s a blessing in disguise, also from God. Just as the people I grew up with didn\u2019t use this manner of speaking ironically, neither did the subjects of my story. So weaving this into the narrative voice of this piece not only felt very natural, it felt essential. And yes, to lend a sort of sinister symmetry, I also use this same framing later with Bryan Dawson, to a very different purpose.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0The song was \u201cSweet Beulah Land,\u201d and the second verse goes like this:
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\nI\u2019m looking now, just across the river\u00a0<\/em>
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\nTo where my faith shall end in sight\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>
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\nThere\u2019s just a few more days to labor\u00a0<\/em>
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\nThen I will take my heavenly flight\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>
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\n\nThree days later, on the morning of Wednesday, November 1, an online news site called 1819 News, which states as its mission the promotion of \u201cAlabama values,\u201d published a story about Bubba Copeland and all his secrets. Titled \u201cThe secret life of Smiths Station Mayor and Baptist pastor F.\u2009L. \u2018Bubba\u2019 Copeland as a \u2018transgender curvy girl,\u2019\u2009\u201d the story was about Bubba\u2019s hidden online life and featured pictures of him in makeup and a blond wig, wearing women\u2019s underwear and clothes. He had posted the pictures to Reddit subgroups, including one called TransLater, where they would collect comments such as \u201cSister you look beautiful. Cute outfit,\u201d and Bubba would reply, \u201cThank you doll!\u201d
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\nWhen the 1819 News correspondent, Craig Monger, had called for comment, Bubba had begged him not to publish the story, fearing that news of his private life exploding into public view would embarrass his family, his town, and his church. Dressing up was something he and his wife had done on a lark, he told Monger. He then went further, saying that cross- dressing was something he had done on occasion since he was a young man, a hobby to relieve stress. \u201cI have a lot of stress,\u201d he told Monger. \u201cI\u2019m not medically transitioning. It\u2019s just a bit of a character I\u2019m playing.\u201d <\/a>This is a crucial piece of dialogue. How did you report and fact-check it?<\/span>This quote is from the first 1819 News expose, published on November 1, 2023. The correspondent Craig Monger called Bubba for comment, and I am quoting from his response.<\/span><\/span>
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\n\u201cThe more I talked to them, the more turned around it got,\u201d Bubba would tell a friend.
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\nWhen the story hit the next morning, Bubba\u2019s son Carter, a junior at Auburn, was still asleep. He woke up to a text from his best friend that read, \u201cI\u2019m so sorry. I don\u2019t know what to say. I don\u2019t know what to do.
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\n\u201cI had no idea what she was talking about,\u201d Carter says. \u201cI called her, and she told me what had happened. Immediately, I looked up my dad\u2019s name online and saw it everywhere. It was early in the morning, and every news outlet I\u2019d never heard of had already jumped on it, like piranhas. I watched the whole world tear him down almost instantaneously.\u201d
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\nCarter and his father were extremely close. Over the years, each had confided in the other about their innermost struggles\u2014in high school, Carter had come out to his father, and Bubba had shared his secrets with his son. Carter was shocked at the meanness of the story and was overcome with a visceral fear that he had never known before. In a panic, he called his dad.
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\n\u201cHe picked up and said, \u2018Good morning, buddy.\u2019 And I said, \u2018What are you talking about, Good morning?!\u2019 Trying to calm me down, he again slowly said, \u2018Good morning, buddy.\u2019 And I said, \u2018Okay, good morning.\u2019 And then I said, \u2018Dad, we have to talk.\u2019 And he said, \u2018No, we don\u2019t. I need to get into a meeting. I have people I need to take care of. We\u2019ll talk later.\u2019\u2009\u201d <\/a>Interesting that you chose to break scene a bit and include a quote recounting what was said instead of using in-scene dialogue. Can you talk about this choice?<\/span>When Carter Copeland had reached out to 1819 News, desperate to tell them who his father really was, the people there decided not to even give him the courtesy of a reply. I wanted to make it very clear that I had spoken to Carter and had heard him out. This was his story to tell, even if it might mean losing a bit of the immediacy of just writing this in scene. I would make the same choice when it came to recounting his last phone call with his father.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0Afraid, and not knowing what else to do, Carter wrote to the story\u2019s author, whose email address was posted on the 1819 News website. He received no response. The next day, Thursday, November 2, he wrote to him again:

\nMr. Monger, .\u2009.\u2009.\u2009<\/em>
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\nI am Bubba Copeland\u2019s son. What you have done is not by any means journalism. You have hurt the man who has been here for me my entire life. My father is my hero, always has been, and always will be. I have seen some awful things in this world and experienced a great deal of hatred myself as a gay man. You have fueled a fire of hatred and bigotry unlike any other I have ever seen in my life. I have over the last 24 hours watched my father completely break down. I truly wish I could express to you the emotions and the feelings I feel towards you and your colleagues, but I am unable at this time. My only wish now is that you are able to carry on with your life and have the peace which you have so heartlessly taken from countless lives by writing this article.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009 If you find time in your day to step aside from your [duties] I would greatly appreciate a call. More than anything else I would like to tell you the WHITE kind of person my father really is. You should truly be ashamed of yourself.<\/em>

\nBy that day, Bubba\u2019s family, his church family, and several of his closest friends in Smiths Station had become concerned that he might harm himself. The 1819 News story was all anybody was talking about. And another story\u2014more lurid, more humiliating, harder to explain\u2014was on the way and would reveal the last of Bubba\u2019s secrets to the entire world. He was in disbelief at the coverage, and the brutal anonymity of the hate pouring onto the First Baptist website and Facebook feed beggared belief.
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\nHypocrite!<\/em>
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\nHAHA faggot.\u00a0<\/em>
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\nYou should kill yourself.<\/em>
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\nJason Price and Dan Elkins were the administrators for the church accounts. Along with another volunteer from the church, they would stay up all night taking down the comments so that Bubba wouldn\u2019t see them. But Bubba couldn\u2019t sleep and was fixated on the velocity and reach of the Internet and its lacerating judgments. As the calendar turned from Thursday to Friday, the community of people who knew him best and loved him most\u2014the people you have just met, and many more besides\u2014desperately tried to form a bulwark between him and the ugliness of the world.
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\nBubba, hold your head high. You are so loved and have so much support.<\/em>
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\nBubba, you are going to get through this\u2014we are going to get through this, together.<\/em>
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\nBubba, just hold on, brother\u2014get out of town for a few days, this will blow over.\u00a0<\/em>
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\nBubba responded: These are dark days.<\/em>
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\nSensing his growing despair, his friends and family began sending more urgent messages:
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\nBubba, where are the guns?<\/em>
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\nBubba, we can\u2019t do this without you. How are we going to live our lives without you?<\/em>
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\nWhen the world comes at you, though, it comes at you.<\/em>
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\nThe story had gone global, and Bubba couldn\u2019t look away from his phone. Have you seen the New York Daily News?<\/em> he would ask friends, obsessing over the latest headline.
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\nElizabeth White, a WRBL News 3 crime reporter based in Auburn, Alabama, who reported on Bubba in his capacity as mayor of Smiths Station, says that \u201cBubba was down, and they just kept kicking and kicking and kicking. It wasn\u2019t enough for them to just expose him. They wanted to hurt him. It\u2019s devastating to know that for all the good he did, he spent his last days and moments in unbearable anguish.\u201d
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\nOn the afternoon of Friday, November 3, feeling all but destroyed, Bubba Copeland finished the job and killed himself.
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\nThe Lee County coroner, Daniel Sexton, would write in his report that the cause of death was a .38 slug to the right side of Bubba\u2019s head, just above the ear. But no clinical description of what a handgun can do to flesh and bone will ever capture the true cause of Bubba Copeland\u2019s death.
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\nThe next morning, Bubba\u2019s son again wrote to Craig Monger:
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\nI hope if you ever have children, they never have to face what I am now going through. I hope that they never have to find out that their father caused another man\u2019s death by his own hand. You and your colleagues took my father from me.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009I hope the Lord\u2019s judgment for you is swift and deliberate.<\/em> Carter Copeland is still waiting for a reply.


\nWHEN A STRANGER COMES TO A SMALL TOWN ASKING PAINFUL<\/strong> questions of a grieving community, the third degree is not only understandable, it\u2019s to be expected.
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\n\u201cYou like coffee?\u201d David White asks me. \u201cWell, if you\u2019re in Phenix City anyway, then I guess you should come by so we can look each other in the eye and size each other up.\u201d <\/a>You surface here subtly to provide some transparency on the reporting, which adds some important context. How do you know where, when and how to insert yourself in a story? There\u2019s a whole lot more backstory here than can be expressed in two short paragraphs.<\/span>After I\u2019d been in Phenix City for a couple days, I became aware that my presence there had become controversial and that some people in Bubba\u2019s church family were very reluctant to talk to me. I thought that it was important to convey this profound discomfort, because as I heard from them, I could sense that they were working through the conundrum. Ultimately, David White and a raft of other remarkable subjects decided to talk to me, so that 1819 News wouldn\u2019t have the last word on Bubba Copeland. They agonized over the decision, but in speaking to me, they reclaimed their friend\u2019s narrative.<\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span>
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\nThe doctor and his wife, Lori, live across the street from First Baptist Church. He is quick to point out that on Easter Sunday in 1865, Union general James H. Wilson began one of the last battles of the Civil War from his yard, staging his attack on Confederate fortifications across the Chattahoochee River in Columbus, Georgia, before going on to capture Jefferson Davis, the president of the Confederacy. White is bemused at his proximity to this history. In fact, he seems to wear a bemused expression as his face\u2019s default setting. The staging area used by Wilson\u2019s Raiders is now used to stage White\u2019s beehives; his family\u2019s annual \u201ccanning kitchen,\u201d in which they put up thousands of jars of fruit preserves and jellies and pickles to give away to friends and strangers far and wide at Christmas; his own small vineyard, where he cultivates grapes for a wine that\u2019s \u201cbest served in Dixie cups\u201d; and the pits for the church barbecue on the last Saturday in April, where they\u2019ll smoke two thousand pounds of pork.
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\nWhite is from Phenix City, fifth generation, and grew up in this house, which was built in 1906. During the Spanish flu epidemic of 1918, as there were no hospitals, the house was made into a flu infirmary, with the sick and dying in the front and concerned family members coming and going from the back, the two halves separated by a heavy curtain that no one was allowed to cross except for the nurse. The doctor would come once a day to leave morphine and aspirin, pronounce the dead, and figure out where to put the new arrivals. \u201cThere\u2019s a Black community a quarter mile that way,\u201d White says. \u201cWe all grew up together. That\u2019s the way it was. And in those days, nobody had anything, so there was no economic distinction between neighbors. It wasn\u2019t perfect, it wasn\u2019t good, but it was a lot of people striving together to get by. It wasn\u2019t all Ku Klux Klan.\u201d
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\nPer the census, Phenix City has a population of thirty-eight thousand, spread out along the Chattahoochee River, straddling Lee and Russell counties. But it has the feeling of a smaller town, essentially a modest suburb of Columbus, Georgia, directly across the river. Roughly half Black and half white, the diverse population is reflected in First Baptist\u2019s congregation.
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\nWhite\u2019s father was born in this house in 1917 and was a newborn when both of his parents became gravely ill with the flu. The nurse was caring for White\u2019s grandparents, who were laid out in the front of the house, and the baby was quarantined on the back porch. The need was so great, and the nurse was doing the best she could, but at one stretch she forgot about the newborn and went forty hours straight without crossing the curtain. When she realized what she\u2019d done, she just knew that the baby was dead. She rushed through the curtain to the rear of the house only to find a six-year-old Black boy named Roy Pierson\u2014who had sick family in the front of the house, too, and had himself been lost in the shuffle\u2014caring for the baby, who was quite alive. \u201cRoy was not big enough to pick him up. So he would sleep under the cradle and rock him, and he did his best to keep him clean, but he couldn\u2019t figure out how to feed him. So he would get food and he would chew it up, and he would take it from his mouth and put it into my father\u2019s mouth,\u201d White says. \u201cSo when I came along in the South in the early sixties, my Uncle Roy was a Black man. He was my father\u2019s brother, as much of a brother as my father would ever have, and they could not have been any closer had they been related by blood. That\u2019s kind of the weave of the history here.\u201d
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\nHe is wearing that bemused expression, but just the night before, White had been on the phone for half an hour, sternly interrogating me about why I had come to Phenix City. \u201cWe are hurting, our friend is gone, and we don\u2019t need more salaciousness and scandal,\u201d he said. \u201cThe press\u2014so-called\u2014did this to Bubba. Why would we talk to the press? People are concerned.\u201d
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\nHe pours the coffee and says, \u201cThe people you are here to meet are still in shock at what happened and feel a profound sense of failure at not being able to save our friend. But if we are talking to you, it\u2019s because we don\u2019t want 1819 News to be the last word on Bubba Copeland.\u201d
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\nThe people who exposed Bubba\u2019s secrets said they presumed several things about him, chiefly that he was a hypocrite, preaching hate publicly for the life that he led privately. Bryan Dawson, the founder of 1819 News, would say publicly the week after Bubba\u2019s suicide that Copeland was \u201cpretending to be one thing\u2014uber-conservative, Baptist, Trump, Christian, all of that\u201d\u2014while living a life that made a lie of those claims. Maybe Dawson was making broad assumptions about what it means to be a Baptist preacher in Alabama, but if he and his editorial team had known more about Bubba Copeland, they would have known that that assertion was far from accurate. Dawson would also admit that not only had he never heard of Bubba Copeland before receiving \u201ca tip\u201d about his online life, he had also never heard of Smiths Station.
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\nThe story of the Internet is of tribes hurling rocks over the horizon at targets they cannot see, doing damage that they do not care to measure. In this case, those assumptions and that ignorance would make Bubba less a human being than an ideological target in a raging culture war, and the damage radiating through these towns is now plain for all with eyes to see. And it\u2019s not just these towns. Coinciding with the breakdown of our social order and abetted by technology of astonishing power, we find ourselves in a conflict over rapidly changing conceptions of gender and sexual difference. In the backlash to this upheaval, the casualties are mounting. <\/a>Wow. This powerful expository aside is, again, what I call \u201cthe smart layer\u201d \u2014 the authorial voice and insight that elevates a story beyond straight narrative. I spent a whole era of my career learning to write pure narrative without breaking scene \u2014 to show, not tell, letting readers draw their own conclusions from the constellations of facts presented in the story. But this kind of exposition requires a higher level of courage and skill. Please share some advice for those of us who are still developing the confidence and wherewithal to state clearly: Here\u2019s why I think this matters<\/em>.<\/span>I agree with you that as a general rule in narrative, showing is blessed and telling is tedious. BUT: One must narrate. Sometimes the material alone will not give the story the depth of meaning and layers of dimension it needs, especially when the story that you\u2019re telling has a larger resonance than the mere facts. In this case, I felt that an element of essay was not only good, but required, to pull out the thesis on private facts, technology, culture war and malign actors through the piece.<\/span><\/span>
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\nTo learn about Bubba, who he actually was and what he cared about, it\u2019s important to meet his church family, and the best place to do that is here, at David White\u2019s dinner table. Here is where so many people have broken bread and laughed and carried on. Here is also where the trustees and deacons held an emergency meeting the Saturday morning after Bubba died to figure out if and how the church would continue. Lori White made biscuits and coffee, and a somber group sat around this table to plan the next day\u2019s service, which is about all they had in them to do. One service at a time. Get through Sunday, then give some thought to the funeral.
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\nIt was decided White would lead the service the next day. He is an easy public speaker with a deep familiarity with scripture, and it was not unusual for him to offer a sermon. Bubba was eager to share his pulpit with speakers he saw as more talented than himself, and White had already been scheduled to do the talk that Sunday. But his sermon would need to be very different now. From there, he and Dan Elkins would share pastoral duties, and other area clergy\u2014even including a Methodist pastor named Laura Eason\u2014would be invited in to help keep the church going.
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\nTo keep going is the point of a church. Just as White and his family are fed at this table, so too are they fed at the church across the way. The need for spiritual sustenance doesn\u2019t explain why we believe what we believe, but the two are intimately related, as with common purpose comes community. Coming together in awe and doubt in the face of eternity might be the last human feeling that AI can\u2019t take from us. <\/a>There it is again! How do you decide when and where to surface in a piece with authorial insight?<\/span>I\u2019d say that sometimes it\u2019s deliberate, by design, and other times it\u2019s more intuitive. In this instance, there was a point to be made and a transition needed. I thought it was important to convey the material sustenance Bubba\u2019s church family got\/get from First Baptist, and also just how delicate \u2014 and deeply human \u2014 the chemistry of a church community is.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>If a religion splits over a breach in heavenly doctrine or earthly politics or a combination of the two\u2014as the Baptist church did in 1845, cleaved down the middle due to the belief held by what would become Southern Baptists that slavery was an \u201cinstitution of heaven\u201d\u2014 then the community splits, too, profoundly and perhaps irrevocably. The Southern Baptists are no longer confined to the South and now have churches in forty-one states, which makes them the largest Protestant denomination in the United States. In 1995, church leaders apologized for the faith\u2019s racist origins and at the same time repented for the church\u2019s opposition to the civil-rights movement and interracial marriage.
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\nThere have been other fault lines more recently, involving the enduring Old Testament penchant of more-conservative Christians to take it upon themselves to cast people into hell, as well as contemporary social issues\u2014issues\u2014whether women can preside over services (an emphatic no<\/em> in Southern Baptist churches) and whether God loves gay people (the Southern Baptist position might best be described as \u201chate the sin, love the sinner\u201d).
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\nWhat they all seem to agree on is that the Bible is a well-worn daily instruction manual and not some ancient relic. It is important to White that I understand the First Baptist ethos and the mark that Bubba left on the church in Phenix City.<\/strong> <\/a>Deft transition here signaling the end of the expository aside and return to the narrative.<\/span><\/span>
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\n\u201cOur philosophy is this: We open those doors,\u201d he says. \u201cYou can read your whole Bible, and nowhere in it does the Bible give you permission to judge your fellow man. But time after time after time, it tells you to love your fellow man. No matter what. That was Bubba\u2019s attitude. It\u2019s the attitude our church shares.\u201d
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\nIt seems an uncontroversial point and a handy distillation of the foremost of the Christian commandments, familiar to anyone with a passing knowledge of the New Testament. All of the gospels enunciate a version of this basic tenet of Christianity, and the Gospel of Mark makes clear that there is \u201cno commandment greater\u201d than to love God and to \u201clove your neighbor as yourself.\u201d
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\n\u201cIt\u2019s not that complicated,\u201d says White, \u201calthough because we are human, we keep pretending not to understand how this is supposed to work. We keep pretending that God intended for us to rough each other up using his Word. Buddy, there but for the grace of God go I. Maybe we don\u2019t cross-dress and that kind of stuff, but we all have our faults, and none of us deserve the harsh judgment of other flawed humans. First and foremost, Bubba Copeland was my friend. I don\u2019t fully understand what was going on with him, in his life and in his home, but I also don\u2019t know that I\u2019m supposed to. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s my business.\u201d
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\nThe evening of November 1, after the 1819 News story had broken, Bubba led his last Bible study at First Baptist. He chose a fateful passage to teach: Psalm 23:1\u20136, which had him walking through the valley of the shadow of death. After the session, he walked into a very tense meeting of the church\u2019s board of trustees that began in anger and ended two hours later in tears and hugs. The trustees, led by White, had, like everyone else, been blindsided by the story and just wanted to know one thing: Bubba, is it true?
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\nHe maketh me to lie down in green pastures\u2009.\u2009.\u2009. <\/em>
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\nYes, the pictures were real, he told them. They were private and never meant to be public. It was dumb to post them on the Internet. He was abjectly sorry for the embarrassment he would cause, adding that he would never purposely do anything to hurt the church or his friends.
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\nHe restoreth my soul\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.<\/em>
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\n\u201cWe did not suspend him. We did not reprimand him. We did not fire him,\u201d White says. \u201cWe talked to him frankly. We expressed our shock and disappointment, and then we replaced that with our concern and our love and our support for our brother, who was suffering. The church would be fine. Now it was Bubba we were worried about.\u201d
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\nI will fear no evil, for thou art with me\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.<\/em>
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\nThe next morning, one of the trustees from First Baptist who had been in the meeting the night before received a call from a man from the Russell County Baptist Association. The caller wanted to know what First Baptist planned to do to punish its pastor and why it hadn\u2019t done so already.
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\nThou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u00a0<\/em>
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\nThe First Baptist trustee told the caller from the Baptist Association that as First Baptist had not been aligned with the Southern Baptist Convention for decades, the situation with Bubba Copeland was none of the association\u2019s business.
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\nThou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u00a0\u00a0<\/em>
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\nThe trustee added that just as the New Testament instructs in the books of Matthew, Luke, and Galatians, when a brother goes astray, as Paul wrote in his letter to the early Christians of Galatia, \u201cyou who are spiritual should restore him in a spirit of gentleness.\u201d
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\nSurely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever. <\/em>
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\nMatthew emphasizes that this counseling should be done privately; Luke, the importance of forgiveness after repentance. And that, the trustee told the caller, was how First Baptist planned to address the situation with its brother Bubba Copeland. Thank you for calling.<\/em><\/a>I can hear the pitch-perfect tone of this, and the tone says so much more than the four words of indirect dialogue. Did this actually come out of someone\u2019s mouth? Or do you just instinctively know the voice and tone from living or spending time in the deep South?<\/span>The substance of this exchange is how it was reported to me by several sources \u2014 \u00a0genteel but firm, ending with an icy \u2018Thank you for calling.\u2019 I was confident in the substance but did not put it in quotes, as I did not want to signal that this was precise dialogue.<\/span><\/span>


\n\u201cWE HAVEN\u2019T BEEN SOUTHERN BAPTIST FOR TWENTY YEARS,\u201d<\/strong> White says. \u201cAnd you\u2019re probably not going to find another Baptist church in a small town anywhere that has gay couples that come to church every Sunday. Of course, you have to be sensitive, because we have members that are old-school, in their eighties and nineties, they might not be ready for all of that, but they\u2019re accepting. After Gene Langner died, we started looking for a pastor. I was on the search committee that brought the next pastor here, and we had people in church that were gay. It was generally known but not discussed. And the older members, some of them\u2014the staunchest, most Republican, redneck guys, I mean\u2014I grew up around them and I watched God change them, but they\u2019re still very conservative. And more than one of them came up to me and said, You\u2019re looking for a pastor, but, you know, so-and-so sits over there in the third row. They\u2019re kind of different. Don\u2019t you bring anybody here that\u2019ll hurt them or turn them away.\u201d
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\nThe Southern Baptist Convention still regards sexual difference as an abomination against God, and even homosexual desire not acted on is \u201calways sinful, impure, degrading, shameful, unnatural, indecent and perverted,\u201d according to the denomination\u2019s \u201cResolution on Homosexual Marriage.\u201d As a remedy for impure thoughts, the SBC endorses sexual reorientation.
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\nWhen Dan Elkins had his country church in southern Alabama and was struggling to reconcile his ministry with his sexuality, he came out to his then wife. That was 1996, and it would be seven years before they would divorce. \u201cWe did counseling, and I was told, You can beat this with prayer and fasting, and I prayed, and I fasted, for years\u2014ever the good little Baptist boy\u2014but I was earnestly trying to change something that simply can\u2019t be changed,\u201d Elkins says. \u201cI had come out to a confidant at church, and that person betrayed my trust and it got out in the community, but I didn\u2019t know it. We showed up for church one Wednesday night and the parking lot was full, and I\u2019m like, Something\u2019s going on. This was January 2002. Oh my word. If Facebook had been around then, I\u2019m not sure I\u2019d be here. I\u2019m not sure that I would have seen the way out. Like Bubba couldn\u2019t see the way out.\u201d
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\nIn this pocket of East Alabama, though, the church doors are open, and the Bibles say that God loves everybody. \u201cThat\u2019s how this church has evolved,\u201d says White. \u201cWe have members who are gay and married and accepted, and that\u2019s relatively new. And we have older members who are accepting even if they don\u2019t understand. It\u2019s been a long trip for them. You cannot fail to recognize how far they\u2019ve come.
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\n\u201cAnd that\u2019s Bubba\u2019s legacy,\u201d White adds. \u201cI can tell you that his legacy is not defined by that week. His legacy is defined by the friends he leaves, by the people that he led to the Lord, by the life and values he lived. That\u2019s his legacy. Not 1819 News. 1819 News is to journalism what a quack is to the practice of medicine.\u201d


\nBRYAN DAWSON BELIEVES IN REDEMPTION NARRATIVES.<\/strong> Especially his own.
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\nThe founder of 1819 News (so named because 1819 is the year Alabama became a state) has a compelling personal story that he has honed into a performance piece on various podcasts and pulpits across Alabama\u00a0 for the past several years, although he is not from the state or even\u00a0 the South. As a young man, Dawson lived in Colorado Springs, and it\u2019s there that his life of crime gave him the material for his story. He trafficked in weed, cocaine, and meth; was the kingpin of a \u201cmotorcycle, automobile theft ring\u201d; and in spring 2007 beat a \u201csnitch\u201d over the head with a chain with a padlock at the end of it, for which he would be charged with attempted murder, among other felonies. (He would eventually plead to reduced charges and receive a sentence of sixteen years in prison.) These experiences have been memorialized numerous times in the press, in stories such as \u201cFrom Breaking Bad to Redemption: The Story of Bryan Dawson\u201d in Newsweek and in an interview on his own website titled \u201cFrom Tragedy to Triumph, the CEO of 1819 News Shares His Story.\u201d
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\nIn his story, he tells of a sad and lonely young man with no self-esteem raised in a broken home, who is always put in the \u201cfriend zone\u201d by young women and who only ever feels comfortable as himself when he is high or drunk. And then he becomes a violent criminal, faces hundreds of years in prison, is extended grace and kindness over and over again by strangers and the state, finds God, and is ultimately salvaged by a community that forgives him seventy times seven (Matthew 18:21\u201322). In the details and framing of his story, Dawson is pleading for understanding, and his adoring interviewers give it to him; one even adds at the end, \u201cI think if you had been born way back, you would be in the Bible.\u201d
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\nYes, you might say that Dawson\u2019s Colorado Springs redemption epic is like Saul on the road to Damascus, if Saul had attempted to murder a man with a padlock on a chain, causing \u201cpermanent disfigurement,\u201d according to the attending physician in a police report, who added that \u201cthe victim was lucky to be alive.\u201d
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\nSaul of course repents, calls himself the \u201cforemost of sinners,\u201d and becomes Paul, the greatest writer of the New Testament. In his redemption narrative, Dawson also becomes a different person, but when he tells his story this new person doesn\u2019t mention the man he tried to kill, doesn\u2019t indicate how he feels about him or whether he ever thinks about how he might be getting on with his permanent disfigurement. Instead, in his redemption story, Dawson occasionally shines a little light on his supporting cast\u2014his wife, his mother\u2014but mostly he finds satisfaction in the power of his own narrative. His interviewers feel the same way, and they interrupt him to say things like It\u2019s just like in the movies!<\/em>
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\nWhich brings us to his fresh start in Alabama, where he grew an apostolic beard, started to allow the slightest bit of a twang in now and then, joined a Baptist church in Wetumpka where he sometimes preached from the Old Testament and where just ten days before his life intersected with Bubba Copeland\u2019s he delivered a sermon that revealed him to be an aspiring theocrat. Preaching from Deuteronomy and Samuel, he refers to \u201cGod\u2019s government\u201d; is entranced by the \u201crod of correction,\u201d the \u201cpower of the sword,\u201d and offenses against God that are \u201cpunishable by death\u201d; warns of the consequences that will come when a church \u201cneglects to use the sword properly\u201d; and says things like \u201cWe\u2019ve done a great job of rooting out the rubbish and the refuse of the Philistines in our church. We\u2019ve done a phenomenal job\u201d and \u201cRight now in the state the fear of God is not before their eyes, so they just do whatever they want.\u201d
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\nAppearing on a podcast this past January about the \u201cDangers of Progressive Christianity,\u201d Dawson said that \u201cprogressive Christianity comes from feminism creeping into the church\u201d and that the one true faith had fallen victim to \u201csoccer moms\u201d and their tendency to be more welcoming and less judgmental. In the same broadcast, he trained particular fire on a prominent evangelical minister who had sparked controversy by advocating that churches be more supportive of the LGBTQ+ community. For this, Dawson called the minister an \u201capostate\u201d and a \u201cfull-blown heretic\u201d and then went on to improvise that the man was gay and was cheating on his wife, and to finish the point he said, \u201cI wish there were Old Testament lightning strikes that happen to people when they blaspheme the Lord the way that he does.\u201d
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\nThe Lord did not bless Bryan Dawson with a talent for public speaking, but what he lacks in fire he makes up for in brimstone. <\/a>This echoes a line you used earlier in the story: The Lord did not bless Bubba with much of a singing voice, but what he lacked in talent he made up for in effort.<\/em> When you wrote the first line, did you know you would include this one? Or did it come to you as you were writing?<\/em><\/span>A great question! It was not planned. It came to me as a parallel construct as I was writing.<\/span><\/span> His Christianity seems somewhat unfamiliar with its namesake. In that, he is a familiar figure, older than time, and not only among Christians\u2014a religious enforcer who knows just enough of a holy book to be dangerous. You might say that he put down his padlock, picked up his Bible, and didn\u2019t skip a beat. <\/a>I see a double entendre here in the use of \u201cbeat.\u201d He beat people with a padlock, and then became what some might call \u201ca Bible beater.\u201d This must have been intentional on your part. But it\u2019s so subtle many readers likely missed it.<\/span><\/span>
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\nDawson then merged his brutal version of the Christian faith with the often brutal politics of Alabama on the always brutal platform of the Internet and in late 2021 founded 1819 News to counter the most prominent news site in Alabama, AL.com, which is, he says, \u201ccommunist propaganda.\u201d
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\nThese details of Dawson\u2019s story are important, because in the moral calculus of 1819 News, Bryan Dawson is allowed a redemption narrative sanitized of victims, but Bubba Copeland is not. Perhaps that is because Dawson\u2019s violent felonies were manly crimes, just like in the movies, whereas Bubba Copeland\u2019s transgressions were of thought and behavior that Dawson could not square with his version of the faith and would not tolerate, and rather than extend Copeland the grace that he himself had been the beneficiary of so many times, he ignored Bubba\u2019s plea for mercy and leveled him instead. <\/a>Your framing of this allows the reader to infer what you think about Dawson. How do you decide how much to include about what you think, personally, versus delivering facts and letting readers draw their own conclusions? I think it makes the piece more insightful and authoritative, but it\u2019s something some writers (including me) are unsure of, or maybe afraid of, doing.<\/span>Completely understand your reluctance. This felt like important narration to me, given the bitter irony of Dawson\u2019s past as a violent criminal and the grace that had been bestowed upon him, and his pitiless treatment of Bubba Copeland. I thought long and hard about this passage: It was vital to me that it be modulated just so and based strictly in what I knew to be true. Ad hominem does not improve the world, and ruins journalism.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>He and his editor in chief, Jeff Poor\u2014an alum of the Daily Caller and a regular contributor to Breitbart\u2014would make the case that it was Bubba Copeland, who did not preach violence from his pulpit, who was the dangerous one. After his death, they would assert publicly that he was a troubled man, that he had victims, that it was their duty to expose him, and that, as Poor would say, \u201cthe people at First Baptist Church, Phenix City, had a right to know what their worship leader was doing.\u201d
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\nOn the day that Bubba Copeland took his own life, 1819 News published its second feature on his fantasy life online. This story was even more lurid than the first, detailing pieces of erotic fiction that Bubba had posted as his alter ego. Some of the fiction was gruesome\u2014one story in particular dealt with a trans protagonist who stalked and killed a woman so that she could have a relationship with her victim\u2019s husband. The story was titled \u201cDangerous Obsession\u201d: \u201cIn my cubicle I scanned her page. She posted a new picture! Excited I screenshot it to add to my ever-growing collection. To say I was a stalker would be a bit of an understatement. Every post she made I studied it, analyzing and taking notes of her daily routine. What she ate, what she drank, from her favorite coffee to her favorite alcoholic drink. Her life had become my obsession.\u201d
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\nIn the two days since 1819 News had posted its first story, it had been alerted that Bubba had used pictures of at least two real people from the Phenix City area in at least one of his posts\u2014a meme about transitioning. The two were a brother and sister, and people from the community have confirmed for me that the brother was a minor when the picture that Bubba used was taken. In his second feature, correspondent Craig Monger wrote that the father of the children pictured had called 1819 News, informed the site that the pictures were of his children, and asked them to remove the images. (The photo of the boy was taken from the father\u2019s social-media account.) In his posts, Bubba seemed to use photos from the Internet both purposefully and indiscriminately, once including an image of a teenage girl who was not from the area.
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\nA local woman had contacted the site to say that Bubba had used pictures of her in some of his posts. Monger also discovered that Bubba had used the name of another local woman in \u201cDangerous Obsession.\u201d I reached out to the father of the brother and sister but did not hear back, and also to both of the women. One did not reply, the other wrote back, \u201cNo need to bring all of that back up as those\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009families heal.\u201d
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\nWhen Dawson and Poor had published their expos\u00e9 on Bubba two days earlier, the 1819 News editorial team had apparently not been aware that he had used the names and images of people he knew in posting to his online community. But in the days after his death, his poor judgment would become their justification for having published the stories in the first place. 1819 News\u2019s initial imperative\u2014to expose a cross-dressing pastor that its editorial team had assumed to be a hypocrite\u2014would no longer be enough.
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\nThe week after Bubba\u2019s suicide, Dawson and Poor released a thirty-four minute video podcast on which they outlined all that had gone into their decision to publish their expos\u00e9. The timeline, they say, is that they received a tip about Bubba\u2019s online life on Monday, October 30. They called him for comment. They published on Wednesday morning after deliberating for three hours the night before on whether to go through with it. <\/a>How many hours did you spend deliberating with your editor about decisions for the story you wrote? For example, the decision about whether to run a photo of Bubba dressed up?<\/span>We deliberated for months on the fine points of this piece, determined to get it right. The use of that picture took up about a solid week. Ultimately, we decided that a reader coming to this story cold needed visual information to understand what was going on. I established a strict rule: No lingerie or underwear shots. Only fully clothed. And it will be small on the page. Even then, publishing that picture made me nauseous. But our use of it was very different than Bryan Dawson\u2019s.<\/span><\/span>
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\nIn the video, the two strike a sober pose. \u201cIt\u2019s a tragic situation where no one wins,\u201d says Dawson. They grant themselves absolution for doing the right thing and say that they feel besieged by criticism on social media that 1819 News had acted irresponsibly. Dawson does not allow himself to understand the reaction in anything other than ideological terms. \u201cThis story,\u201d he says, \u201chas shaken things up in the leftist community!\u201d
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\nPoor wears the look of a man surprised to find himself in the middle of a matter of such consequence and bristles at the suggestion that decisions he was party to might have contributed to the death of a man. Don\u2019t assume that Bubba Copeland killed himself because of those stories, he says. \u201cWe may never know, but don\u2019t assume that.\u201d
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\nAs they hash out their reasons, Dawson and Poor repeatedly refer to \u201cDangerous Obsession,\u201d acknowledging that the story is fantasy while nonetheless treating it as if it were evidence of real conduct. Poor becomes exercised and shouts, \u201cWhat if people don\u2019t ever find out about this? What if it just is allowed to continue on into the future?\u201d And then, with no apparent basis in fact for saying so, he adds this: \u201cWe don\u2019t know what else is out there\u2014don\u2019t assume that there\u2019s nothing else out there. This behavior does raise a lot of unanswered questions.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009I think maybe a little caution here is warranted.\u201d
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\nSix days after Bubba Copeland killed himself and his family and community had been devastated, the editor in chief of 1819 News began to urge caution while continuing to assassinate his character.
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\nNear the end of their podcast, Poor says that although he was \u201cnot celebrating the death of Bubba Copeland,\u201d he was \u201cat peace\u201d with the decision to publish. <\/a>Considering they declined to speak with you, it was fortunate that they made this podcast, which provided material and quotes that allowed you to give voice to their reasons. How would you have handled this part of the story if you hadn\u2019t had this podcast?<\/span>Thank God I didn\u2019t have to figure that out. Without the ample documentary material that a self-promoting Bryan Dawson and his team had dumped onto the internet, representing the 1819 News point of view would have been very difficult to do. You can only report what you know. If they had not left such a trail, then I would have thrown myself into reporting about them in their communities. I did make a number of calls to their donors, including some very prominent names in the conservative Birmingham legal community.<\/span><\/span>
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\nIt\u2019s easy to see that Bubba was wrong and crossed an ethical line in using the names and images of people he knew in his fiction and other posts. One can only assume that it must have been an awful experience for those two women and the father of that brother and sister to be unexpectedly swept up in this story. But in this Alabama skirmish in a hellish culture war\u2014over gender and speech and objective reality itself\u2014with its dehumanized politics and competing conceptions of heaven, suffused with rage and loss and bereft of much clarity, two things are clear: First, 1819 News wanted the whole world to see Bubba\u2019s posts, without fully understanding what they contained. Before posting its stories, the editorial team there also didn\u2019t seem to know much beyond the few facts they had discovered, things they saw as sensational and repugnant. And second, Bubba Copeland was desperate for his hidden life to remain hidden and never intended for anyone other than perhaps his wife and the other pseudonymous members of his online community to see his posts. He was shattered at the sudden collision of his private and public identities and killed himself.
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\nThe last story 1819 News published about Bubba Copeland came on November 11, eight days after his death. It was a short essay in support of the editorial decision to run the stories, and its conclusion was that Bubba had completed \u201chis rejection of God\u2019s laws\u201d because he had \u201cmurdered himself.\u201d
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\nI wrote to 1819 News four times, asking to discuss the stories it published about Bubba Copeland. I did not receive a reply. <\/a>I imagine it would have been tempting to launch into a vengeful character assassination of Dawson and his team.<\/span>As much as I came to have feelings about what they did and the decisions they made, I don\u2019t know these people, and so have nothing personal against them. It was especially important to me to modulate this very strictly, to say only what I knew, and to even err on the side of being conservative in my utterances and conclusions.<\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/span>


\nHE GAVE HIMSELF THE NICKNAME, AS HE DIDN\u2019T MUCH CARE FOR<\/strong> \u201cFred Copeland Jr.\u201d and thought that \u201cBubba\u201d sounded friendly. He was a standout linebacker for the Smiths Station high school football team, but his real passion in school had been acting in drama productions, because, as he would tell his son, \u201cyou can become someone else for a moment.\u201d
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\nWhen he and his first wife, Merrigail, were dating, Bubba sat her down one night and said he had something to tell her. \u201cHave you heard of transgender?\u201d he asked her.
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\n\u201cBubba, I have no idea what you\u2019re talking about,\u201d she answered. He explained it as best he could, and then Merrigail asked, \u201cWhy are we talking about this?\u201d
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\n\u201cWell, I dabble in that,\u201d he said. \u201cThere have been times that I have dressed up.\u201d
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\nThe news threw Merrigail, but the attraction between them was so strong that she thought their relationship could withstand anything. The couple were married in 1997, and she would soon come to believe that Bubba had a compulsion that he couldn\u2019t control. When they\u2019d been married for a year or so, they decided to buy a dog. When the day came to pick up the dog, Bubba was working, and so Merrigail and her father, Pastor Langner, walked out to the garage to get some rope to secure a large crate. When she opened up the tool chest on Bubba\u2019s truck, she found that it was full of women\u2019s clothes. Merrigail turned to her father. \u201cDad, I don\u2019t want to embarrass him,\u201d she said.
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\n\u201cI won\u2019t,\u201d her father said.
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\nA few years later, when she was pregnant with their son Carter, she discovered some \u201ctransgender stuff\u201d on his computer one afternoon. When Bubba got home from work, he found Merrigail crying. He apologized profusely, saying that the stress at work was too much for him and that dressing up was an escape. \u201cI\u2019ll try to do better,\u201d he told Merrigail. She knew how bad her husband\u2019s stress was. Bubba worked with his father, who, she felt, \u201ctalked to him like he was a dog.\u201d Fred Sr. was a hard man, a combat veteran who had returned from Vietnam and made his fortune in the grocery business in Georgia and Alabama. Bubba would often come home saying that he wanted to do something different with his life.
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\nMerrigail\u2019s father told her, \u201cSweetheart, he can\u2019t help it. This is who he is.\u201d Langner would counsel his son-in-law with compassion, saying, \u201cBubba, Christ didn\u2019t come into this world for us to be two people. You can only live one life. You need to decide which life you\u2019re going to lead.\u201d <\/a>How did this anecdote\/scene come up in your reporting? Did you ask a particular question that led to it, or was it simply offered?<\/span>My interview with Merrigail was very intense. almost therapeutic. She had a lot to say about her life with Bubba, and offered her testimony about their struggles, and her father\u2019s counsel, with only the slightest prompting. This had been on her heart and mind for a long time.<\/span><\/span>
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\nIn East Alabama, though, Bubba couldn\u2019t imagine a world where he could be himself in a way that people would accept. The marriage broke down, and when the couple divorced in 2009, Bubba was so despondent that he seriously contemplated suicide. One morning, when Carter was eight years old, he found his father sitting on the floor in the shower, sobbing. \u201cI said, \u2018Dad, are you okay? I love you,\u2019\u2009\u201d Carter remembers. \u201cAnd he said, \u2018I\u2019m okay, buddy. I just need a second.\u2019\u2009\u201d There\u2019s a nineteenth-century cemetery\u2014Mechanicsville Cemetery, it\u2019s called\u2014near the grocery store Bubba owned, and he would sometimes go there to think when he was troubled. After dropping Carter off with the babysitter, Bubba went to the cemetery, intending to kill himself. He had the barrel of a handgun in his mouth when his phone rang. It was an old friend from town, who told Bubba, \u201cHey, buddy. The Lord put you on my heart, and I just wanted to tell you I love you.\u201d
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\nThe call stopped Bubba. But his torment would continue.
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\nAfter the divorce, Carter lived mostly with his father and attended the Glenwood School in Smiths Station, a private Christian academy. Bubba was a devoted father, and in the years before he met Angela, his life revolved around Carter. Two things happened in the years before Bubba remarried that would define the relationship between father and son. When he was twelve, Carter came across a digital camera in his father\u2019s closet full of pictures of Bubba dressed in women\u2019s clothes. \u201cThis is not something that I ever wanted you to find out,\u201d Bubba told his son.
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\n\u201cI just need to know if you\u2019re doing something really wrong, Dad,\u201d Carter replied.
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\n\u201cAbsolutely not,\u201d Bubba answered. \u201cThis has been a hobby of mine for a while. It\u2019s my escape.\u201d When Merrigail found out that her son had discovered his father\u2019s secret, she said, \u201cYour dad is an incredible man. Don\u2019t let this change the way that you feel about him.\u201d It didn\u2019t. In fact, it gave Carter the feeling that he could talk to his father about anything.
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\nTwo years later, when Carter was a freshman in high school, he told\u00a0 his father that he was gay and that he was struggling with how to live honestly at school and in the world. He wanted to be free to be himself. God had made him this way. Why would he hide who he was? His father was afraid for Carter and angry that he couldn\u2019t talk him out of coming out publicly. He knew what would happen to him, doing so at such a young age in such a small town, and the two fought bitterly. Bubba wanted him to wait until college to come out, wanted him to go far away, be happy, live his life. Carter decided instead to come out to a cherished teacher who betrayed him to a school administrator, who called Carter into his office and told him that he was going to hell. Once the news spread, Carter experienced what felt like torture. Students would spit on him in the bathroom, throw food at him in the lunchroom, and threaten to physically attack him. The teachers were of no help, as they now hated him, too. There was no safe harbor for the gay kid at the Christian school. There is nothing like being the singular locus of a compounding hatred, in a closed system that justifies the hatred and calls it good. After school one day, Carter went home, his head full of monsters, and he swallowed a bottle of pills. And then he walked into his favorite room, the family library with its cathedral ceilings, and lay on the floor and looked up and watched the ceiling fan turn. His father found him there, saw the empty pill bottle, and dragged him to the bathroom, where he put his fingers down Carter\u2019s throat.
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\nIt would be the first of several suicide attempts for Carter. Time after time, his father would save him. And the last time, Bubba just held Carter and told him, \u201cGod loves you, Carter. And I love you, too. Don\u2019t listen to those people at school. There\u2019s nothing wrong with you. The only thing wrong with you is the judgment of the world.\u201d
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\n\u201cAnd then he said this: \u2018Carter, if I can survive this, you can survive this, too.\u2019 And we made a pact with each other that day that we would live. We would make ourselves happy, we would make others happy, we would live fulfilled lives. And as long as one of us had to do it, the other had to do it, too. \u2018No suicides. Promise?\u2019\u2009\u201d
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\nCarter says now that he realizes that by coming out when he did, he was trying to show his father that it\u2019s okay, that you can be who you are. It\u2019s all right.
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\n\u201cI had reached a point in my life where I had begun to accept myself,\u201d he says. \u201cI had finally gotten to that point, and now my own father had to go through it. And the people that hated me and wanted me to be morally punished were the same people that took my dad from me.\u201d


\nIT WAS THE AFTERNOON OF FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 2023. THE LAST<\/strong> hour of Bubba Copeland\u2019s life. <\/a>How did you decide where to put this in the story? It could have very well been the lede of an in medias res<\/em> structure.<\/span>As I began to write, I knew that we would come to the full telling of the passion play of Bubba Copeland at the end of the story. This material\u00a0would not have had the power it has if I decided to spend it at the lede, for the simple fact that we do not yet know these people and so are not yet vested in their lives and stories. It just didn\u2019t make sense to me to write this devastating ending at the beginning.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0 For days, those who knew him best and loved him most had encircled him, lifting him up, trying to hold tight to keep him from slipping away. Their efforts had seemed to be working. Earlier that day, Bubba had gotten a couple new tires for one of his cars, he\u2019d stopped by the government center in Smiths Station to pick up his new city credit card, he\u2019d checked in at the country market. He\u2019d also sent a long and heartfelt letter to the congregation of First Baptist, thanking them for Pastor Appreciation Day, in which he seemed to see a future. \u201cI look forward to continuing our journey of faith, growth, and service together,\u201d he\u2019d written. Now he\u2019d gone missing. In Auburn, Carter Copeland received a call from his stepmother, Angela. \u201cYour dad just called me. And he said that he loves me and that he\u2019s always loved me and to go to my parents\u2019 house. And then the call dropped off, and now every time I call him, it goes straight to voicemail. I don\u2019t know what to do, Carter. You know him better than anybody. Where is he?\u201d
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\nBy then, the Lee County sheriff\u2019s department had fanned out all over the county to find Bubba and make sure he was okay. It wasn\u2019t just law enforcement, either\u2014Bubba\u2019s friends and family had also begun searching for him, and as Carter ran to his car to make the drive from Auburn, Lisa Deason, who had worked as Bubba\u2019s communications director in Smiths Station, had gone looking for him, too, and was pulling up at Bubba\u2019s house. Deason had helped him draft letters of resignation as mayor and pastor just the day before. The letter resigning from his position as pastor read, in part, \u201cAdmittedly, there have been instances where my wife and I have taken private pictures within the confines of our home, which should have never been shared online. I realize this was a significant lapse in judgment and a personal failure, for which I bear complete and absolute responsibility.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009.\u2009I apologize for any distress or humiliation my actions may have caused. Love to all, Bubba.\u201d The letter would never be sent.
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\nLike many of his other friends, Deason had been urging Bubba to get out of town for a few days, let the Internet find somebody else to destroy, let things blow over. That morning, though, 1819 News had dropped its second feature on Bubba and, mesmerized by the coverage on his phone, he had started telling people that he didn\u2019t know if he could go on. The night before, Dan Elkins and Jason Price had had a long talk with Bubba about his growing despair, and Elkins had asked him, \u201cBubba, where are your guns?\u201d Bubba said that he had surrendered his handgun to a safety officer in Smiths Station. As several of his friends would say, though, he lives in the South and his name is Bubba\u2014he\u2019s got more than one gun. <\/a>Some editors might have cut this for fear of it coming across as too glib. It\u2019s almost funny, but also deadpan true. How do you walk the fine line of deciding whether or not to include a line like this?<\/span>It might be because I am from the South, but especially given that three people told me this in almost the same language, I was very comfortable reporting it. It\u2019s an enriching detail that his friends actually said this.<\/span><\/span>
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\nThe latest 1819 News piece seemed to break something in Bubba, unleashing a lethal shame, and by that afternoon his phone was as dangerous a weapon as his gun.
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\nNot finding Bubba at home, Deason stood in the driveway of his house and called 911, saying that her friend was suicidal, and at that moment, his Tahoe pulled up in front of the house on Oakhurst Drive. He got out and left the motor running. \u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d he asked her.
\n
\n\u201cI came to check on you.\u201d
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\n\u201cWho\u2019s with you?\u201d
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\n\u201cI\u2019m by myself.\u201d
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\n\u201cDo not tell Angela where I am. I mean it. Don\u2019t you tell a soul where I am.\u201d
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\nBubba went into the house for no more than thirty seconds, and when he came out he was walking fast and moved to get back in his truck. \u201cI love you,\u201d he told Deason, \u201cbut I got to go.\u201d
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\nShe said, \u201cNo, I\u2019m not going to let you do this, Bubba! Please don\u2019t do this. You have way more people that love you than you can even imagine. Don\u2019t do this. Don\u2019t do this to your family. Please. Don\u2019t.\u201d Deason was sobbing now and trying to hold on to Bubba, with her arms wrapped around him. No, I\u2019m not letting you leave.<\/em> Realizing she couldn\u2019t restrain him, she let go, ran around him, jumped into the driver\u2019s seat, turned off the ignition, and grabbed the steering wheel. I\u2019m not going to let you leave.<\/em>
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\n\u201cI\u2019m going to do it in front of you if you don\u2019t move,\u201d he said. Bubba pulled her out of the truck, and in desperation, she was thinking, What the hell can I do?<\/em> In that instant, 911 called back, and instead of the operator, it was Jeff Pitts with the sheriff\u2019s department on the line.
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\n\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d Pitts asked.
\n
\n\u201cHe\u2019s trying to leave and he won\u2019t listen to me! He\u2019s adamant. He says he\u2019s got to end it.\u201d
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\n\u201cLet me talk to him.\u201d
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\n\u201cBubba, it\u2019s Major Pitts, Jeff Pitts.\u201d
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\n\u201cJeff, man, I love you,\u201d Bubba said. \u201cBut I\u2019m done. I can\u2019t do this no more.\u201d
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\nBubba handed the phone to Deason, got in his truck, and peeled away. As he drove, a cousin who had joined the search pulled up behind him. Bubba told him, If these deputies make me stop, you\u2019re going to see something that I do not want you to see<\/em>.<\/em> <\/a>How did you report and fact-check this scene and the dialogue it contains?<\/span> First, I extensively interviewed Lisa Deason, the person with whom Bubba Copeland was engaging in this horrifying scene. Second, I reviewed contemporaneous notes that she had written down shortly after the encounter, as well as contemporaneous texts that she had sent to several people. Lastly, I corroborated her account with two of those people.<\/span><\/span>\u00a0\u00a0<\/em><\/strong>
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\nCarter was driving 100 miles per hour toward Mechanicsville Cemetery, because he knew his father might be there. He called his father\u2019s number over and over. Nothing. And then his father called him.
\n
\n\u201cI love you, buddy,\u201d Bubba said. \u201cI\u2019ve lived my whole life to make sure that you are successful and that you have what you need. And I just want you to know that I love you more than anything in this world.\u201d
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\n\u201cI knew immediately what that meant,\u201d Carter says. \u201cAnd I just said, \u2018Please, Dad, please tell me you\u2019re not doing what I think you\u2019re doing. Please, we can get through this.\u2019\u2009\u201d.
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\n\u201cIt\u2019s too late, son. I love you. I\u2019m so sorry.\u201d
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\n\u201cI told him, \u2018You have nothing to be sorry about. There\u2019s nothing to be sorry for. I love you. You\u2019re my hero. Always will be. This is going to be horrible. We\u2019ll get through it.\u2019\u2009\u201d
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\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry. This is what I have to do. This is the only way out.\u201d <\/a>This is an interesting blend of dialogue and quotes. What made you decide to include this as a quote instead of in-scene dialogue?<\/span>As noted above, I wanted to include Carter\u2019s telling of the story, as it truly is much more his to tell than mine.<\/span><\/span>
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\nCarter remembers feeling desperate to hold on, desperate to find the words that would make his father stay, desperate. He screamed at the top of his lungs and felt a rush of emotion such that he thought his vocal cords might explode. I love you! I love you! I love you! I love you!<\/em> \u201cI screamed it as loud as I could for as long as he was on the line, because I knew he was listening. I knew. I could see he was still on the call. I kept screaming. That\u2019s all I knew to say was, I love you! It\u2019s okay. I love you. It\u2019s okay!\u201d
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\nAnd then silence.


\n\nIN THE IMMEDIATE AFTERMATH OF BUBBA\u2019S<\/strong> death, along a country road in the town of Beulah, Lee County sheriff Jay Jones took possession of his electronic devices, and his office searched them for evidence of criminal conduct. They found none. \u201cIn my view, Bubba Copeland would never intentionally do anything to harm anyone,\u201d Jones told me. \u201cI just don\u2019t think that he was that type of person.\u201d
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\nDavid White would write a new sermon for the Sunday after Bubba\u2019s death, staying up well past midnight the night before, sitting at his dinner table, writing in longhand. He would preach Psalm\u00a0 23:1\u20136, just as Bubba had in his last service. And he wanted to make sure the world knew that the church had remained true to its pastor and always would. \u201cDespite what may have been implied in the media,\u201d he wrote, \u201cmembers of this church have been steadfast in their love and concern for our pastor.\u201d
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\nWe all have things that we don\u2019t want other people to know about us. Things that might be hard to explain, even to ourselves. The First Baptist Church of Phenix City did not abandon Bubba Copeland, even after learning the secrets that he might not have been able to explain even to himself.
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\nBubba\u2019s body would be turned away by the two Baptist cemeteries in Smiths Station, his hometown, the town that he loved. He is buried in a private family plot many miles away. <\/a>Oh, I felt this in my viscera like the twist of a knife.<\/em><\/span>I learned this from three people. Each was filled with rage when they told me. Most of the facts in this story had been previously unreported, as no one was talking before I got there, I was amazed that this shocking fact had not been made public. It\u2019s not hard to a) discover that the mayor of the town was not buried in the town, and to then b) ask why not, and where is he buried? Later, I learned that one of the cemeteries is jointly operated by the Baptists and the Methodist Church in town. When the Methodists found out that Bubba had been refused burial, they apparently said, \u2018Why didn\u2019t you ask us? We would have been happy to give him a proper burial.\u2019<\/span><\/span>
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\nAs I finished my reporting for this story, I took to asking the people in Bubba\u2019s life what they might say to the people at 1819 News if they had the chance. Several told me that they are required to love them and will be praying for them. As Bubba Copeland always said, \u201cGod loves you, and so do we.\u201d <\/a>How and when did you decide how to end this story? Any advice for writers who struggle with endings?<\/span>There is a feeling of a sudden hush, and an element of exhaustion, to this last section. The atmosphere here feels right, an observance that a man has died. It is a short \u2014 almost terse \u2014 but hardworking section, resolving essential narrative lines, providing vital information about the immediate aftermath, defusing some of the most toxic intimations made by 1819 News about Bubba after he died, answering the question posed at the top of the piece (If they knew the truth, would they abandon him?), offering a note on what will come of this tragedy. I asked several people that question at the end and could not have been more surprised by the sincerity and anguish in the answers. It kind of knocked me out \u2014 how in spite of all that they had been through, their faith was undiminished. Their determination to not be vengeful, but to pray for those who had done them such grievous harm, was when I at last allowed myself to feel the full emotions of the story. It was so surprising and counterintuitive, and also seemed to give those people something constructive to do with their grief. I knew immediately that it would need to be the last note of the piece.<\/span><\/span><\/a>I have no real useful advice to give to writers on endings, other than maybe this: Allow yourself to be surprised. If your reporting takes a twist that you didn\u2019t see coming, pay full attention to that. It might be important.<\/span><\/span>
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\nKim Cross <\/em><\/strong>is the author of three nonfiction books, including \u201cIn Light of All Darkness.\u201d She teaches feature writing for Harvard Extension School\u2019s master\u2019s degree program in journalism and is a founding instructor of the Hemingway Center\u2019s <\/em>Sawtooth Writing Retreat<\/a>.<\/em>\n\n <\/div>\n <\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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