The producers of Survivor: Redemption Island must have thanked their lucky stars for Phillip Sheppard every day they were in the Nicaraguan jungle.
I mean, think about it. Day 25, with Boston Rob in charge of the merged tribe, the few remaining Zapatera members can only wait their turn to be turfed unless they win an immunity challenge, which they never do. Nobody's searching for hidden immunity idols or plotting strategy. The only drama is over at Redemption Island, where Matt's ready to give up. But you can only spend so much time watching him pray for strength. 
And then Phillip, with his feather headdress, his chanting and his signs from his dead grandfather, turns a dispute over spoiled rice into a race war.
The Murlonio tribe's day started with the usual tribal segregation. Ralph, Julie and Steve sat in their part of their shelter enjoying fish and abundant rice, jawing about how annoying Phillip was at the last tribal council.
"I just haven't really figured Phillip out," said Steve. "Pretty much everything he does bugs us, but the rest of Ometepe are sticking to him like glue. He's doing his thing, he's out here surviving. I take my hat off to him. The only hope we can hang our hat on is how irritated (Ometepe) can be with Phillip. There's always a chance."
Phillip was indeed doing his thing, which meant sort of mumble chanting as he explained how he was waiting to channel the Buddhist version of God and how, through a premonition from his grandfather, he'd realized that he and Rob had come "to what I call the full circle of trust. That doesn't mean I'm not pursuing the million dollars, because I'll be here at the end of the game."
Phillip was also keeping a close eye on the Zapaterans, "like a lion," since it had been noted that their mealtime rice ration was about seven and a half scoops to Ometepe's two.
The monotony of counting scoops of rice was broken up slightly by a summons to the Redemption Island duel, a three-way affair between Matt, Mike and David.
Poor Matt was a self-described "broken man," trying hard to stay strong for his God but feeling the full weight of his rejection by Ometepe. "I never knew that strangers could hurt me so deeply," he told Jeff Probst before the duel.
I realize hand-to-hand combat is probably out of the question for a number of legal and practical reasons, but could it have been any duller watching the three men build houses of cards out of wooden tiles? Sure there was a millisecond of tension when Mike's tower swayed slightly as he tried to play the last tiles to reach the required eight-foot height. He did it and - surprise - so did Matt, which meant David was out of the game and became the first member of the jury.
Heck, there wasn't even any trash talking between Zapatera and Ometepe, or recriminations between Matt and his betrayers, just applause and calls of "Nice job" as David burned his buff and headed off to Ponderosa, the place where jury members stay between tribal councils.
Privately, Rob was annoyed that David hadn't fulfilled his purpose and got rid of Matt: "If he comes back and beats me, it's over," Rob said. Which is exactly what Matt had in mind: "God's continued to give me the strength day after day. He's given me new hope and, if it's His will, I'll continue to win and try to take Rob out."
Back at Murlonio's camp, there was an unpleasant surprise awaiting the Ometepens. There were maggots in their rice, so Phillip dumped the good rice on a blanket and discarded the maggoty rice and the contaminated container. But now the problem was where to store the good rice.
Suddenly, Rob's policy of total segregation between Ometepe and Zapatera didn't seem like such a good idea. Andrea asked very sweetly if the Ometepens could store their rice in the Zapaterans' can. Understandably, they said no.
But Phillp wasn't taking no for an answer.
"You guys aren't being reasonable," he complained. "You should think about this logically. Anyway, it's not a Zapatera decision. It's our rice ... When the tribes merged, only the rewards are separate. That's the way it's done."
"Wouldn't it have been smart to talk about this before you dumped it all out, Phillip?" asked Steve.
"No, but I don't want to have that debate with you. I don't want to leave the rice outside the container," Phillip said. And when Steve said he'd have to ask Ralph's wishes first, Phillip added, "Okay, the first opportunity I have to take that can and hide it I will ... I'll put it blunt to you. Unless you walk with that f--king can everywhere you go, I'm gonna put the rice in there. And you will come ask me for the rice. I'm a very reasonable person to deal with."
"You're not reasonable at all. You're a lunatic," said Steve.
"I know I am. That's the thing you don't ever want to forget with me," Phillip retorted.
"You're a dangerous man," said Steve.
"You need to remember that. You need to keep that in your mind," agreed Phillip.
Just when it seemed like the argument was over, Phillip had another thought: "Any time somebody of my colour gets up in one of your faces then you feel like I'm a lunatic, I'm crazy."
"You're bringing this to a black and white thing now? Wow," said Steve.
"I make the argument that we don't want to keep the rice outside that can and you know what you told me? I'm a f--king lunatic because I don't want to do that. How rational is that? That's not a rational argument," said Phillip.
And then, because Phillip is nothing if not rational, he told Steve they might have to settle their differences "mano a mano," reminding him, "I'm the chief of counterintelligence, a wing chun kung fu expert here."
"It's like watching divorce court," quipped Rob, watching from the sidelines with Grant.
But Phillip still wasn't done. Retreating to his meditation zone, he told the camera, "I'm like a lot of black men, we're prepared to self-destruct at any moment. 'Cause that's what happens to a lot of black men, they do self destruct, you know, bam, bam, bam, bam," as he mimed pulling a gun out of his shorts pocket.
"I'm not looking to do anything like that. You don't start none, there won't be none, but if you start it I'm gonna finish it because I don't feel like I've got anything to lose, because once they get on the jury they're not going to vote for me."
No doubt just more of Phillip's grandiose talk, but a little unsettling nonetheless.
But just like in one of those old TV infomercials, wait, there's more.
Back at camp, Steve stirred up the wasp's nest recounting the argument to Ralph, and that set Phillip off again.
"I just notice that every single time I make an issue with the people of the former Zapa-Zapatella tribe, then suddenly a guy who was able to become a former federal agent ... suddenly becomes f--kin' crazy ... that's what happens with some white folks, they like to take a black man and make him crazy when he makes an argument that you don't want to hear and you know what I want to say about that? Right here, buddy," said Phillip, presumably offering Steve his butt to kiss off-camera.
"Aw, let's get along, this is a game," interjected Ralph.
But Phillip was off and running. "No, every time I make an argument, one of those guys is I'm f--kin' crazy, that n----r crazy. I'm tired of hearing that s--t. I'm tired of hearing it. Every time I make an argument with somebody around here, that n----r got to be crazy."
Woah. As Steve put it later, "It's not a chip, it's a log on his shoulder."
Luckily, the immunity challenge put a hold on the ranting.
The tribe members had to unscrew a round puzzle board from a post by running around and around the post, getting dizzy. Then they had to put together a circular puzzle. The first six to finish moved on to a second circular puzzle, built around the perimeter of the first one.
Steve came oh so close to an immunity win but Rob was just seconds ahead of him.
So the question became which Zapatera member was going home, even though Steve and his crew were hopeful a couple of fed-up Ometepens would join them and get rid of Phillip. With Rob planning to take "public enemy No. 1," as he called Phillip, to final tribal with him? Not a chance.
But Julie perpetrated one last act of revenge on Phillip before tribal, stealing his swim trunks off the line and burying them in the jungle. This means, of course, that unless somebody takes pity on Phillip, we will watch him play the rest of the season in droopy pink underwear and a buff fashioned into a loincloth. Thanks a hell of a lot, Julie.
Phillip, with his keen powers of observation and special agent's training, was convinced Steve had taken the shorts and told Jeff so at tribal council.
"I confronted Steve about the fact that they were deliberately consuming all the rice, so it's been war between the two tribes," Phillip said.
"Sheppard here wants to turn this whole thing into a racial black and white thing over the rice," said Steve. "I was relaxed and you were going into this racial tirade, bringing the n-word up about yourself."
That caught Jeff's attention. "Woah. What happened?"
I won't repeat the whole exchange all over again, but the crux of Phillip's argument was that Steve was using the word "crazy" as a synonym for the n-word.
"I can't sum it up for you in words," he told an incredulous Jeff, "but I know it when i see it, just like a woman knows when a guy makes an inappropriate remark." Phillip noted he'd been the only black person out of 67 staff when he worked as a federal agent.
"You're saying I'm not black so I don't know," said Jeff. "How do you know what (Steve) means when he says crazy? That's what I'm trying to get at. There's a jump in logic that I need the gap filled."
But instead of filling the gap, Phillip told a story about being in a grocery store with his father in upstate New York in 1968 and hearing the clerk call his father "boy."
Steve noted that the last NFL team he played for, the Los Angeles Raiders, was just one-fifth white. "There's no line of black and white in my heart."
Jeff managed to bridge the divide, finally, by saying, "It's quite possible both of you are telling the truth, that (Steve calling Phillip crazy) felt very much like the n-word, but he didn't mean it that way. Is that a fair assessment?"
Both agreed it was and they were able to get on with the vote. Julie, who'd confessed to stealing Phillip's shorts, was the designated castoff.
"I guess you're not ever going to find the shorts," she said before heading to Redemption Island.
"There's poison in that tribe and his name is Phillip," Julie said in her confessional. "It's kind of nice to be removed from it."
It looks like Phillip has an easier time next week, with the promo telling us "Phillip has his greatest day yet." Andrea looks to be in some hot water with her tribe (which really means Rob) and Matt looks ready to have a nervous breakdown.
Catch all the action next Wednesday at 8 p.m. on Global TV and catch my recap here.
(The photo of Phillip is by Michael Yarish for CBS.)
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