I was a little boy in Ottawa, Illinois when
the Civil War Centennial began. Stores started selling Civil War hats, but by
the time we got there, the blue hats were all sold out. Nobody wanted a gray
hat, so by default, Peter and I became rebels. Tommy Dodd bought his hat the
next day, so he was a rebel, too. It was always Peter, Tommy Dodd, and me
against everybody else when we had battles, and we put up a good fight. I went
around chalking on the sidewalks, THE SOUTH SHALL RISE AGAIN!, somewhat to the
consternation of our neighbors. For a second grader, I even had some pretty
good ideas about State’s Rights.
After the Centennial, living in another
state, the rebel hat long outgrown, I became aware of the Civil Rights
movement. The meaning of the rebel flag was crystal clear to everybody in
America at that time. It was the flag Governor Wallace flew in his fight for
segregation and inequality based on skin color. It was the flag people warped by
hate flew to keep negroes from getting educated. It was the flag the KKK flew
in their marches, in their cross burnings, and in their lynchings. On both
sides of the Civil Rights movement, there was no doubt in anybody’s mind that
the rebel flag stood for segregation, persecution of negroes, inequality, and
hate.
In recent years, there has been a lot of
sophistry about southern heritage, that the flag stood for state’s rights and
not slavery, and a general rewriting of an embarrassing history. I don’t care
about any of that. In my experience, the rebel flag stands for Governor
Wallace, the KKK, lynching, “keeping the negroes in their place,” “not letting
the negroes get uppity,” and a hateful cast of mind.
The soldiers who flew the rebel flag in
battle fought against the Declaration of Independence, against the
Constitution, against the Bill of Rights, and against the government of the
United States. Some people today like to burn the American flag; this is
despicable and childlike, but it is nothing compared to taking up arms to fight
against Old Glory. The Stars and Bars is a conquered flag. It is time to take
that rag down. If you want to fly it in reenactments and historical drama, go
ahead, it is the flag of defeat and hate, so everybody should be reminded of
the nation’s dreadful past.
My heart is warmed by South Carolina’s
decision to take down the flag. Never again may it wave.