We’re driving through the South and have encountered more than our fair share of Confederate flags flying from vehicles. I’m sure in something of a protest to the South Carolina decision.
While I associate “The General Lee” more with the Duke boys than David Duke, I have no affection for the Confederate flag. And never have. Not so much because of its ties to racism but because of its ties to the Confederacy.
I share the views of my paternal grandfather. It’s the symbol of rebellion. To his grandfather it was as much of an enemy flag as the swastika was to my maternal grandfather. My great-great grandfather was one of Lincoln’s first volunteers from Illinois. He was wounded in the Battle of Bull Run, healed, and re-entered the fight. My blood runs Union blue.
Here’s the thing. I’m fine with those who choose to fly the confederate flag in the same way I tolerate those who choose to fly swastikas, hammer and sickle flags, wear Che shirts, or burn the American flag. I hate racism, anti-Semitism, communism, and anti-Americanism. But I do love freedom.
Feel free to weigh in on this issue.