I flew the American flag at our house on Friday. It was, in spite of everything, the Fourth of July, and conventional. Our household had been placing out the flag yearly for the reason that Eighties. However this time felt completely different. I didn’t really feel as proud, or as patriotic, or as certain of what it really meant to me or others.
Did of us within the space assume I used to be a gun-rights conservative who supported the president, like those that drive round city of their pickups with flags flying within the breeze? Or did they assume I used to be a greenie persevering with to imagine in the US as a pressure for good on the planet and at house? Or possibly they curled their lips in disgust on the present of help for a rustic that many assume has misplaced its manner?
It’s an odd and unsettling feeling to be unsure what it means to fly the American flag.
Mark Adams, Camano Island
