Faith and the Founding: Can a Nation Remove God from Public Life and Stay the Same?
A few Septembers ago, I spoke with a high school principal who kept a small ledger of “hard calls” on the corner of his desk. The pages held incidents that did not fit tidy boxes. One entry read, “Senior prayer at flagpole, 7 a.m., no staff present, parent complaint.” Another, “Benediction request for graduation, declined, board split.” He flipped between them and sighed. “I want students to feel free,” he said, “and I want every family to feel welcome. Some days it feels l
Private Belief or Public Identity: How Should Faith Be Treated Under the First Amendment?
A few years ago I sat with a principal and a soccer coach in a small Midwestern town, puzzling through a problem that sounded simple and turned complex fast. A student wanted to say a quick prayer before kickoff. The coach was okay with it, some teammates were not, and parents were already emailing. The legal question was basic, yet tangled in real life: when does a prayer become school speech, and when is it just one kid taking a knee? That scene plays out across the co
When Did Pride Need Permission The American Flag In Our Classrooms
The first thing I noticed when I stepped into Ms. Porter’s ninth grade English class was not the rows of battered novels or the whiteboard tattooed with quotes. It was the absence. The patch of sunlight in the corner where a little American flag once stood had only a thumbtack and a faint square of unfaded paint. One kid asked where it went. She answered with the soft weariness teachers learn with time: we are keeping the room neutral. That word has been working overtime
Stars, Stripes, and School Policy: When Values Conflict, Who Should Have the Final Say—Parents or Educators?
At a school board meeting in a town where everyone knows the color of the football field’s bleachers, I watched two neighbors argue about a library book neither of them had read. One was worried her fourth grader would stumble into ideas he wasn’t ready for. The other, a retired social studies teacher, talked about a student he’d once had who found, in a book, the language he needed to ask for help. Both people cared. Both wanted the school to do right by children. And neit
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
Why I Fly the Flag: For Love of My Country and the First Amendment
The first flag I raised on my own was a yard-sale purchase, a 3 by 5 with edges slightly frayed from years of hard wind. I patched the hem on my kitchen table, stitched a brass grommet into the corner, and set a temporary pole in the ground with a bag of fast-setting concrete. At sunrise the next morning, I clipped on the halyard and sent the fabric up into a sky rinsed clean by night rain. The cloth flicked, filled, and began to sing. The sound surprised me, a low thrummin
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
Tradition Under the Banner: Are American Flag Rituals Preserved in Schools—or Phased Out?
Around 8:05 a.m., the hallway outside a middle school cafeteria sounds like a soft orchestra of chairs sliding and zippers closing. The intercom crackles, students rise, some place hands on hearts, a few stand with arms at their sides, a handful keep their seats. The Pledge of Allegiance still happens in many American schools, but the scene no longer looks uniform. In one classroom, the pledge is daily and dutiful. In another, it is optional and quiet. In a third, it is gon