Julie Muhlstein’s column yesterday gave me food for thought, as usual. (“An ugly intruder invades perfection.”)
It occurred to me that the Confederate flag means different things to different people. It is not my flag, and I will never fly it.
The Confederacy only lasted five years, more or less.
If one wishes to salute a flag that for “four score and seven” years flew over a nation where slavery was the law of the land, he need look no further than our own Stars and Stripes. Yep, “Old Glory” herself.