From History to Homefront: Flying the Flag for Heritage and Honor
A flagpole looks simple from a distance, a straight line meeting the sky. Up close, it tells a story. The base shows the grit of the ground where it stands. The halyard wears the memory of a hundred ties and unties. The finial gathers sun and frost like a weathered coin. And the cloth itself, whether crisp or soft from years of hand washing, is a moving illustration of a place and its people. I have spent the better part of twenty years installing flagpoles on farms, cot
When the US Flag Comes Down: What Values Go With It?
On a rainy Monday a few years ago, a middle school principal I know asked his custodian to move a cluster of flags from the main hallway to a smaller side corridor. The building had collected them over time, a big Stars and Stripes, a state flag, and a couple of banners donated by service organizations. The principal was trying to declutter the entryway before a construction project, and he figured the change would keep the flags cleaner during months of dust. He did not an
Inclusion or Erasure: What Does Removing School Prayer Really Mean?
A few years ago I sat in a crowded gym on a Friday night while a high school football team took the field. The announcer asked for a “moment,” and the place fell quiet. Some bowed their heads. Others stared at the flag. A few teenagers whispered and snickered, then went silent. When the whistle blew, you could feel the room exhale. Later I heard two parents arguing in the parking lot about whether that quiet pause was a prayer by another name, and whether anything like it b
Gatekeeping the Red, White, and Blue: Should Parents Have More Control Over What Their Children Are Exposed to in School?
A few years ago I sat in a crowded cafeteria for a curriculum night that felt more like a town hall. On one side, parents worried about a new social studies unit they thought leaned too hard into guilt and grievance. On the other, teachers who had spent months designing lessons to help students analyze primary sources and wrestle with the complexity of our country. Everyone cared about kids learning the truth. They disagreed on method and emphasis. The hum in the room was n
When Did Being Neutral Mean Removing the USA Flag and Tradition?
A few summers back, a small-town principal quietly asked the custodian to take down the hallway flags before a regional tournament. Some teams were arriving from different states, and a few parents had emailed about wanting a “neutral environment.” The principal sighed, waved at the rows of flags that had watched generations of kids hustle to class, and said, “It’s only for the weekend.” Monday came, the flags stayed in storage for a week, then a month. By winter they were
Identity or Control: Are Schools Deciding Which Flags Matter?
A prime school important told me whatever I nonetheless contemplate anytime a flag debate flares up. After every week of disturbing discern emails and scholars arguing in the halls, she took down each nonrequired banner in the constructing, along with sports pennants, a global languages flag wall, and a small Pride flag in the counseling workplace. She left one: the 3-by way of-five American flag pinned to a corkboard behind the the front table. A parent cornered her at dro
Why Are American Flags Removed While Others Are Encouraged?
Walk a prime faculty hallway and you will see a quiet referendum on identity. Pride flags on a counselor’s door. A navy carrier banner tacked above a locker. A scholar’s backpack patch that reads “Don’t Tread on Me.” And in a few rooms, conspicuously, no American flag at all. Parents ask, mostly angrily and often with sincere confusion: Why are American flags being eliminated from study rooms, however different flags are encouraged? The short reply is messy. Flags raise
It Means I’m Supporting the Military: The Deeper Meaning Behind Old Glory
At first light in the high desert, wind speaks before the sun. You feel it on your cheeks, cold and clean, carrying the hush of coyotes returning to den and the faint clink of a flag snap waiting for its cue. I have raised Old Glory in places that smell like pine sap and diesel, in cul-de-sacs where porch lights wink out one by one, on a 20 foot pole that hummed in a Montana chinook, and from a simple bracket on a brick bungalow that somehow seemed to hold the rhythm of the