When I sit on our front porch, I see clearly a big, beautiful American flag flying from the peak of a nearby house. What this says to me is “here lives a family who are patriotic, who love America, who might house a veteran or veterans.” It pleases me, and I feel safe and in sync with my neighbors.
Outside of town, on a country road, flies a Confederate flag from a new, beautiful white house. What goes through my head when I see this? I think this is a prosperous family that seems to be doing well, living in a united America north of the Mason-Dixon Line. Are they transplants from the South under the influence of a romanticized “Gone with the Wind” illusion? To which, if any, political party do they belong? Which presidential candidate did they support? Are they racists? Probably. Are they members of the alt right? Possibly. Neo Nazis? Possibly. What message are they trying to convey?
Do they think our great, “united” states should be divided into two, separate nations with animus and injustice for all? How would that work? Could the South survive economically as a stand-alone country? Would they bring back slavery, prohibit immigration, and re-establish separate lunch counters, restrooms, and schools? Could a separate government take care of hurricane victims adequately?
I don’t feel good about anyone who flies a Confederate flag. I don’t feel warm and fuzzy. I feel afraid, threatened and disgusted.