Protecting Students or Policing Patriotism? The US Flag at School
A few Septembers ago, a high school administrator in a midwestern district asked for help with what sounded like a small thing. A student had started wearing a large American flag as a cape during spirit week. It was drawing attention, then pushback. A teacher worried about escalating politics in class. A parent praised the student for pride. Another called the principal to ask why a flag was allowed when the school had turned down a request to display another symbol two mo
Should Students Be Free To Fly The American Flag Without Backlash
A thin pole, a scrap of fabric, the whisper of movement in a hallway draft. You do not forget the first time you carry a flag through a crowd and feel the looks, approving and skeptical, curious and sharp. A symbol that once lived above the stage at assemblies suddenly sits eye-level with your peers, and what felt like a civics-class certainty becomes a live debate in sneakers and backpacks. That is the friction at the heart of the question: should a student be allowed t
From Patriotism To Partisanship How The American Flag Became A Flashpoint
A decade ago I visited a high school where the gym still smelled like varnish and orange slices. The bleachers creaked, the scoreboard flickered, and an American flag the size of a truck tarp hung behind the hoop. The principal told me it had been there since 1999. Their graduation happened every year under that flag, a ritual stitched into memory like a family recipe. No one called it political. It was just part of the room. Walk a few miles, change the zip code and the
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 a ca