she sees the flag of the south as a symbol of her heritage;
i see it as a symbol of racism and slavery.
she sees freedom of religion as a Christian ideal;
i see it as freedom for everyone, excepting none.
she sees life in blacks and whites;
i see it in colors of the rainbow.
we are friends, but occasionally our words grow heated, our beliefs clash.
i despise conflict, but i refuse to run from it.
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I’ve been having this same conversation with friends and family here in the south. It’s impossible to separate small pieces of history (the good) from the great atrocities of history (slavery). Therefore, this flag can’t just represent certain portions of history but all of it and, as a result, the horrors of slavery.
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I’m on a motorcycle trip in Arkansas. The stars and bars are alive and well here.
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