It’s always disturbed me — “I pledge allegiance to the flag.” I willingly pledge my allegiance to truth and justice, to equality for all, to kindness and empathy and respect. But to a flag? Or even what that flag represents? Isn’t what it represents a moving target and certainly one of personal experience and perspective?
When a flag — any flag — becomes an idol, to be all but worshiped, isn’t that a canary in the coal mine that we’ve lost the plot? That we’re missing the original point of tattered bits of mismatched rags sewn together to give hope and courage to those still in the fight?
So go ahead, take a knee!
Let that flag be what it was meant to be — whip-stitched-together rags — a beacon for a new nation patching itself together. Let those rags be a sign to all of us, that while the battle rages, there is still hope. But always remember, it’s just ordinary cloth, nothing magical or divine. Each one of us is responsible to live up to and create a land of the free and home of the brave. To be worthy of what that flag should represent.
Mari Carlin Dart