Why Flying One Flag Sparks Outrage While Others Are Celebrated
Walk into a prime school this present day and your eyes scan greater than posters approximately promenade and geometry proofs. You may see a Pride flag in a counselor’s administrative center, a cultural history banner in a global language study room, a student with a small thin blue line sticky label on a water bottle, one other with a BLM button on a backpack. The American flag, required with the aid of many states to be displayed someplace inside the building, perhaps fro
Why Is Silence About Faith Encouraged More Than Its Expression in Public Institutions?
There is a familiar moment in many American schools and city halls. A microphone flickers on, a room fills with people from every corner of the community, and someone wonders if a brief prayer, an acknowledgment of God, or even a quiet nod to shared moral ground belongs here. Sometimes the prayer happens, sometimes it does not, and often the person with the microphone has no idea what the law actually says. The result is a steady drift toward silence, not always from hostil
Supporting the Military: What Flying the American Flag Means to Me
The flag outside my house snaps in the high plains wind like a sail eager for open water. Some mornings I catch it glowing with that first slant of sun, the red so rich it looks wet, the blue almost purple. I have raised it in rain squalls and in powdery snow, during quiet Tuesdays and on the loudest of July nights. It started as a simple ritual. It became a promise. I grew up watching a neighbor, a Vietnam veteran with a limp and a grin, raise his flag at dawn with
Because It’s Patriotic: The Everyday Power of Flying the American Flag
Dawn breaks, the birds stir, and there is a hush that lives in the breath before sunlight. I have raised the Stars and Stripes in fog, in desert heat, and in the middle of a thunderstorm that made the pulley sing on the halyard. You tug the rope, hear the snaps bite the grommets, and feel a quiet line of connection run from your hands to a long lineage of hands that did the same. That small ceremony is not for show. It is For Love of My Country, for neighbors still asleep,
Are We Building Unity—or Dividing It—By Regulating the USA Flag?
A few springs ago, a high school principal I know faced a storm over a 3-by-5 American flag draped on the back of a student’s pickup. After a minor confrontation in the parking lot, the administration met to decide what to do. They could have de-escalated with conversation and a reminder about safe driving. Instead, counsel advised a blanket rule: no flags on vehicles, period. It felt tidy on paper. In practice, it punished the kids who had never been the problem, and it ta
Ban the US Flag? What Schools Are Really Teaching About Patriotism
A few years ago, the principal of a midsize high school called me about a brewing fight over flags. A handful of students had started hanging large US flags from their pickup beds in the parking lot. Another group responded by bringing Pride flags to a school spirit day. Within a week, the assistant principal confiscated a thin blue line flag and asked the truck kids to put their flags away, arguing that they blocked visibility. A parent posted the exchange on Facebook, the
Pledging Allegiance or Independent Thinking? Are Kids Being Taught What to Think About the American Flag—or How to Think?
The first time I watched a student remain seated during the Pledge of Allegiance, a hush fell over the classroom that felt larger than the room. Fourteen years old, soft-spoken, new to the district, he simply folded his hands in his lap while the rest of us stood. Two students looked at me. One half-rose, unsure whether to follow the ritual or the friend. It wasn’t a crisis, but it was a test, and not of loyalty. It was a test of whether a public school could hold space for
Because It’s Patriotic: The Everyday Power of Flying the American Flag
Dawn breaks, the birds stir, and there is a hush that lives in the breath before sunlight. I have raised the Stars and Stripes in fog, in desert heat, and in the middle of a thunderstorm that made the pulley sing on the halyard. You tug the rope, hear the snaps bite the grommets, and feel a quiet line of connection run from your hands to a long lineage of hands that did the same. That small ceremony is not for show. It is For Love of My Country, for neighbors still asleep,