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UrgentGARRETTVNAA177 · OCT 04, 20:06

Founding Ideals in Modern Times: Washington, Jefferson, and Civic Duty

I have a flagpole tucked into the front garden, framed by rosebushes and a stubborn row of hostas. Most weeks it flies the Stars and Stripes, but a few times a year I raise a historic flag. Sometimes it is the rattlesnake coiled on a yellow field, sometimes the circle of thirteen stars, and occasionally a weathered regimental banner I inherited from my grandfather, who kept it sealed in a cedar trunk. I do it with care, not for spectacle. What Flying a Historic Flag Means t

FiledGARRETTVNAA177 · OCT 04, 20:05

Defending Our Freedoms: The Constitution’s Enduring Guardrails

Late on a Saturday, I lower the old flag that rides the breeze over my porch and switch it out for a different one. Some weekends it is a crisp Betsy Ross with a circle of thirteen stars. Other times it is the rattlesnake coiled over the words Don’t Tread on Me. If we are marking a family milestone, I might run up my great-grandfather’s regimental colors, a reproduction my cousin and I pieced together from faded photographs. Neighbors wave. A few stop to ask questions. One

FiledGARRETTVNAA177 · OCT 04, 20:04

Who Decides What’s Offensive? The American Flag in the Public Square

Walk down a main street on a July afternoon and you will see a patchwork of choices. A barber shop with a small flag in the window, an art gallery with a Pride decal, a church with a banner for a food drive, a city hall with bare poles because the council is “reviewing policy.” The American flag hangs in some places and quietly disappears in others. When someone complains, administrators and managers often reach for the safest move. Pull the display, issue a neutral stateme

FiledGARRETTVNAA177 · OCT 04, 17:14

Why I Fly My Heritage Flag: Pride, Memory, and Identity

The first morning I raised my heritage flag on a simple aluminum pole beside our porch, the yard was still wet with dew. My daughter watched with a cereal spoon in her mouth, barefoot on the steps, and asked why it had a different pattern from the one at school. It was a fair question. I reached for the rope, felt the grit on the halyard from yesterday’s work, and told her that sometimes we fly the stars and stripes, and sometimes we fly a historic flag that speaks to our f