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The ride of gathering Confederate flags will not be merely a pursuit of ancient artifacts; it can be an exploration into the troublesome tapestry of American hi…

A few years ago I sat in a crowded gym on a Friday night while a high school football team took the field. The announcer asked for a “moment,” and the place fel…

A few summers ago, a parks director in a midwestern town told me about a Fourth of July email chain that spiraled. A volunteer asked if the community center cou…

A thin pole, a scrap of fabric, the whisper of movement in a hallway draft. You do not forget the first time you carry a flag through a crowd and feel the looks…

A middle school principal once told me that the hardest decision she made had nothing to do with test scores or hiring. It was a flag. The school had always dis…

A few Septembers ago, a high school administrator in a midwestern district asked for help with what sounded like a small thing. A student had started wearing a …

On a chilly Friday night in a Midwestern town, a high school band played through a tight formation, the lights turned the field into a bright stage, and the sta…

The e-mail arrived midmorning, well mannered but tight. A figure wished to recognise why her 6th grader had been informed to cast off a tiny American flag from …