Are We Protecting Feelings at the Cost of American Identity?
I was standing in a school hallway not long ago, coffee in one hand and a stack of visitor stickers in the other, watching a custodian roll up a small American flag that had hung outside the front office for years. The principal, a reasonable person trying to keep peace during a tense board meeting week, had decided to take it down temporarily. Better to appear neutral, the thinking went, than to risk complaints. A few parents were relieved. A few were angry. Most were conf
Pledging Allegiance or Independent Thinking? Are Kids Being Taught What to Think About the American Flag—or How to Think?
The first time I watched a student remain seated during the Pledge of Allegiance, a hush fell over the classroom that felt larger than the room. Fourteen years old, soft-spoken, new to the district, he simply folded his hands in his lap while the rest of us stood. Two students looked at me. One half-rose, unsure whether to follow the ritual or the friend. It wasn’t a crisis, but it was a test, and not of loyalty. It was a test of whether a public school could hold space for
When the Flag at School Meets the Flag at Home: What Happens When a Child’s School Values Clash with Their Family’s?
The first time I saw the conflict up close, I was standing beside a third grade teacher during morning announcements. The class had learned a new school pledge focused on kindness, inclusion, and being an upstander. A quiet boy, new to the school, would not say the pledge. His family held a conviction that oaths belonged only to church and family, not institutions. His classmates stared. The teacher glanced at me, wondering if she should insist. In that frozen moment, real
When Did Being Neutral Mean Removing the USA Flag and Tradition?
A few summers back, a small-town principal quietly asked the custodian to take down the hallway flags before a regional tournament. Some teams were arriving from different states, and a few parents had emailed about wanting a “neutral environment.” The principal sighed, waved at the rows of flags that had watched generations of kids hustle to class, and said, “It’s only for the weekend.” Monday came, the flags stayed in storage for a week, then a month. By winter they were
Should Schools Mirror the Community—or Redefine It? The Flag Question
Walk into a school lobby and you can read the room before anyone speaks. A flag in the corner, a poster on the wall, the morning announcements, the student projects along the hallway, all of it signals what the adults believe school is for. Some communities want those signals to feel familiar, even patriotic. Others want the space to feel deliberately open and less anchored to national symbols. The debate over flags is really a debate about purpose. Should schools reflect c
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
From History to Homefront: Flying the Flag for Heritage and Honor
A flagpole looks simple from a distance, a straight line meeting the sky. Up close, it tells a story. The base shows the grit of the ground where it stands. The halyard wears the memory of a hundred ties and unties. The finial gathers sun and frost like a weathered coin. And the cloth itself, whether crisp or soft from years of hand washing, is a moving illustration of a place and its people. I have spent the better part of twenty years installing flagpoles on farms, cot
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