Since when did my country’s flag become a symbol of
intolerance—of hatred—of persecution?
When did it become the intention of those bearing the stars and stripes
to use this hallowed symbol to instill fear in those who come to this great
nation for assistance and a better life?
It has come to my attention that those who display the red, white, and
blue are often viewed as racist or nationalistic extremists. When did this change happen?! I remember a time when those who proudly
displayed their flags were viewed as patriots—people who firmly believed in the
ideals of America.
From my history classes I have come to learn of America’s
wrongs—of the injustices done by one hue of skin to another. And as someone of mixed racial backgrounds, I
can truthfully say that I understand these cultural hurts…I can sympathize with
those who have come to view our flag as a symbol of those who conquered rather
than peacefully coexisted. I am the
descendant of immigrants who came from Mexico, Czechoslovakia, various parts of
Europe, and South America—and of the indigenous to this land—and all of these
groups at one time or another suffered persecution. But when liberty was in danger, and the U.S.
asked them to pledge their lives to the service of the nation—and of the world—they
responded without hesitation.
This summer when I moved into the dorms, I took a large
American flag with me to hang in my dorm room.
I don’t know why, but every time I glimpse the American flag waving in
the wind, I get goose bumps—my heart fills
with pride—and I feel invigorated by all of my ancestors who so bravely fought
for this country both on and off the battlefield. I feel my grandfathers and grandmothers
watching over me with the attentive eye of the eagle—wings fluttering much like
the flag in the wind. I must say that it
deeply saddens me to think that some of my fellow citizens and others visiting
our great nation actually feel a sense of fear when they see such symbols
displayed.
To me, that says that someone who is unworthy of bearing
this nation’s flag has shown these people that this banner of the fallen heroes
stands for shame—for hate—for intolerance and injustice—for all of the things
our Great Nation’s Constitution is supposed to protect against.
I am not naïve. And I
won’t even try to defend those who shaped our country from the harsh criticism
that is rightly due. Hindsight, after
all, is indeed, 20/20 and it would simply be untrue to say that the forefathers
took true equality into consideration when they constructed the basis of our
National Identity. However, I will say
that I hope my life and actions show the true spirit of America...of what this
country is working to become. My
grandfathers lived and fought through two world wars, various military
conflicts, the first airplane flight, the conception of the atomic bomb, and
the creation of the space program. They
saw human kind at its worst—but also at its best. And through all of this, they still loved
their country…and even though it was imperfect, their actions and devotion
helped to purge this country of its imperfections—both on the battlefield and
the home front.
I hope that my fellow Americans will come to see our
nation’s flag as something that should be used as a security blanket—a bandage
for this wounded world—rather than some gaudy—and
moreover—disrespectful—display of white “nativist” "supremacy"…which
is itself, a COMPLETE fallacy. The flag
is not a symbol of military prowess, but a guide to those seeking clemency and
opportunity—a source of hope to those enduring great hardship. The American flag should be the banner of all
those who seek to better the world—and a source of encouragement to those who
were not blessed with the PRIVILEGE of being born in a country that provides
the opportunity to work towards progress.
I must also say that it truly enrages me to see the remnants
of the Confederacy…I absolutely HATE it when people from the south (or
elsewhere) wear or display various Confederate flags…because it stands for so
much more than rebellion and “living free.”
Upon those stars and bars lies the blood of my ancestors—including the
Native American blood in my veins…I may not be of African American decent, but
I feel a deep anger towards the symbols of African/African American
bondage—because it is just another variety of the injustice and hate that my
Native American, Slavic, Mexican, Catholic, and Jewish lineage endured. And in many cases, those who expressed
prejudices against those of African heritage also abused the people sharing in
my ancestry. In my opinion, it is the
equivalent of displaying the Nazi Swastika.
We are ALL family…the hue of our skin may be different, but
the color of our blood is the same deep red…
The only thing that should be judged by its size, weight,
and pallor is a person’s heart—the intentions behind their deeds. And because the true gravity of this matter
can only be fully understood by God—judgment of another should only be left to
God…who by the way, made human beings in His (or Her) own image…so I guess we
can’t really define God as one race/classification or another. Why then should we insist upon using these
social constructs with each other?
What right do these un-educated hicks have to tell me and my
fellow Hispanics and Czechoslovakians to “go back to where we came from?!” The Mexica and Mescalero Apache within me
says “why don’t you do the same?!” We
were the ones that were here first! We
lived in harmony with the land for thousands of years prior to your
arrival—taking only what we needed, giving thanks for what Creator provided,
and allowing Mother Earth to heal after giving us such bounty. My Czech lineage says “your relatives were
once immigrants too.”
So, don’t tell me that this is not MY country! The blood of my ancestors forms the crimson
stripes of this flag—their loyalty paints the blue—and their pure devotion to
the ideals of freedom and equality illuminate the stars and white stripes of
this flag!
I can’t say that racism was not a part of my family and that
all of my family members are as adamant about equality as I am. But the only way that history is not repeated
is by each member of the current generation making the choice to behave
differently.
So do not use my last name and my skin color to determine my
intentions when I wave this flag.
Instead, redefine your perception of this flag’s symbolism by the way I
treat others; because when I see these stars and stripes I have only the desire
to protect and share the wonderful life I have had the PRIVILEGE of leading
thanks to the sacrifices of those who came before me—both military and
civilian. And NO American would have had
this privilege had it not been given by the Amazing Grace of the Creator. Who are we to deny or impede the ability of
those TRULY seeking what’s guaranteed in the Constitution, from attaining these
graces unconditionally granted by God?
I am not worthy…are you?
