Fourth of July 2020. I looked up and down the street. Many houses were flying their flags. I was conflicted. I put mine out. I managed to fly it for an hour or so until I became uncomfortable and took it down. Here I am getting triggered by my country’s flag.
I’ve allowed to happen what I’ve railed against: the flag being a symbol of Republicans and the shithead in the white house, when in fact it belongs to all Americans.
But these days, I feel more like flying the flag upside down, which is a sign of peril and the need for rescue. Things have to get better, right? We have to become more compassionate, more inclusive, more fair. Don’t we?