Can we talk about the Confederate flag for a minute? Not that “but my Southern heritage!” nonsense because you see this damn thing flying from sea to shining sea. I’d like to take just a moment to consider the idiocy that is Flying The Confederate Flag High. I’ll drop this tweet here for the visual.
Back before the Civil War eleven southern states seceded – yep, that’s right, effing SECEDED – from the United States to protect the institution of slavery. What we call the Confederate flag now is what was flown as the so called “battle flag.” So, in sum: that red fabric flew over southern military forces battling to protect a system of white supremacy in this nation. Blood spilled under that flag was in pursuit of protecting white families owning Black ones. White masters raping Black women, white slaveowners splitting up Black families on the auction block. That flag drips with racism and white supremacy that stains the ground we walk on.
When I see it flying outside homes in the county I know that’s not a safe place to stop. When I see it on window decals and bumper stickers or flying from truck beds driving by I know to leave a wide berth, that there’s no guarantee that driver is reasonable. It sounds fear based but I think it’s more a survival instinct, that little voice inside my head saying uh uh, not them.
I’ve been in the car with my kids more times than I can count when we’ve come across this thing and I’ll tell you this. One look at their faces and I have no doubt they know exactly what it stands for.
Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “flag.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!