I would never burn an American flag. It represents the country
I loved, the country in which I lived, the country more than sixteen of my
direct bloodline ancestors battled to create, the country I hope to live in
once again, God willing that I live long enough.
Fifty Star - Old Glory |
With sadness, some tears, and
a prayer to the brave ones who risked all they had to create the America I have known all my life, I took Old Glory down from her place of honor in front of my house,
folded her carefully, and stored her in a drawer with a prayer that she could
someday be flown again with pride. For the first time in more than fifty years,
there is no fifty-star version of Old Glory gracing my home. It is not possible
to pledge allegiance to the Republic for which it stands, for in reality that
Republic itself no longer stands. Both the flag and the Union have been hijacked by people who have no love for them.
Government ‘of the people, by the people, for the people’
has perished. The country Old Glory represents no longer exists. In a bloodless
revolution and civil coup, under the guise of a constitutionally run election,
a minority of my countrymen voted to become the land of the oppressed and the
home of tyranny once again. I am far too old to bear arms to bring it back. I
mourn the loss of my freedom, and my pride in America. I live in hopes that my
grandchildren will see restored the country to which they were born, for which
their own ancestors shed blood to give birth. I have only this means to protest
the injustice of it all.
In the place of Old Glory, on my house now hangs the Grand Union flag, also known as the Continental flag. It was the first flag of the united American colonies. It reminds me that once upon a
time a few brave men believed so deeply in the human right of
self-determination that they raised an army of civilian soldiers and defeated
the strongest military force on the planet to achieve their goals, a nation
based on the ideals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
Grand Union (Continental) Flag The first flag of the united colonies |
That first American flag, the Continental flag, will
be a daily reminder of what I have lost, and that my country is in the tiny hands
of a dangerous child-demagogue. That my course must be daily resistance. That these states must become united once more. There are only stripes to count the colonies - there are no stars representing states. It represents new beginnings.
Beneath the Grand Union flag on my flag pole, flies the
Bennington Battle Flag, a reminder that dissent is an honorable path and that
the heirs of the Revolution know how good intentions and grit can win over tyranny.
That civil disobedience is a heritage to be embraced. That protesting a
dishonorable man by removing an honored symbol from representing what little he
stands for – is just.
The Bennington Flag - commemorating the Battle of Bennington |
This time around, the country can only be saved by an army of
lawyers and sturdy political leaders, rather than by an army of soldiers. The soldiers
are now committed to decidedly non-American tasks and the permanent destruction
of that which centuries of bloodshed built. If you can only hope to be as good as your leader, then the bar is set very low for you now.
19th century immigration gave us the famine Irish. They came
in masses, adopted the ideals of our Democracy, worked, and proudly served to
protect the country which offered protection to them and their families. So,
perhaps it was 20th century European immigration that led to the downfall of
the Republic for which Old Glory stood.
Perhaps, we who carry the bloodlines of the Founders and the
immigrant Irish were too compassionate, too welcoming to the poor, the hungry,
and the oppressed refugees from the European autocratic, fascist regimes. But, we lived in the shadow of those good, ethical, and humble patriot ancestors and
their high ideals. And we honored the example of those loyal Irish who built and
expanded their adopted nation, and served her well in war. We just couldn’t
close our doors to the European refugee.
Thus, many of our citizenry today have no knowledge of the
country’s founding principles, no respect for her successful growth and expansion, no love for her
soldiers. Therefore, they have no loyalty to the foundation on which the
country was built.
Perhaps immigration reform should have begun long before the
First World War. Perhaps we should have refused the poor, displaced immigrants
from Europe who had no vested interest in democracy, but merely sought escape
from something ‘worse’. Clearly a few of their descendants have no respect
for ideals on which their own European ancestors’ adopted nation was born and
grew. Those powerful few have morphed back to their own ancestral amoral roots:
hate for the masses, and disdain for equality, disrespect for anyone not like
themselves. We made them welcome, and their heirs now seek to destroy us.
They will have us return to a society ruled by wealthy neo-kings and princes, and run
into the ground on the backs of the poor. Yes, the very things their immigrant forebears
sought to escape are now the reality of our daily American lives in what once
was an envied democratic constitutional republic. Where the famine Irish fully
adopted their new country and its total history and heritage, some later
arrivals from Europe apparently did not.
It is not an exaggeration to think I won’t live to see the
United States become whole and free again … I am old; I am poor; I am sick; and in a Nazi
America, medical care will be for the wealthy and those who decide what is best for us lesser folk – hard work, low wages, poverty and an early
death – especially for the most useless among us, the women and children.
And we will be
without a military defense sworn to uphold America’s Constitution – a force answering
to a Commander whose goal is to destroy it.
I am an American by birth, and by birthright, and my country
has been taken from me by a group of avaricious curmudgeonly elderly rich men, most of
whom are vastly overweight and over-indulged. With any luck, their lavish
lifestyles and poor diets will catch up with a few of them before their neglect
catches up with me. I will not mourn the passing of a single one of them.
Old Glory will rest in the bottom of a drawer, along with
the off-season clothes, in hopes that her season will come around again, hopefully
sooner than later. I will look in on her often, and cry a little for her exile.
And I will pray that the day will come when those who claim to defend her will be able to defend again all that for which she once proudly stood. God, I miss her.
MRP
[Edited 5 Jan 2017 to remove references to the flag of Washington's Raiders, An Appeal to Heaven - the flag I had planned to fly during our national dictatorship. That flag has been misappropriated by radical white supremacists of allegedly evangelical christian groups, and is used to represent their misanthropic ideals. I will burn mine.]
[Edited 5 Jan 2017 to remove references to the flag of Washington's Raiders, An Appeal to Heaven - the flag I had planned to fly during our national dictatorship. That flag has been misappropriated by radical white supremacists of allegedly evangelical christian groups, and is used to represent their misanthropic ideals. I will burn mine.]