The men and women who died holding this Union together in the 1860s, and those who lived with the loss of physical and mental faculties because of a battle over whether states had the right to leave the union or not, are dishonored whenever the confederate flag is displayed.
I’m going to type this out in all caps, so that even the dimmest bulb among us can understand my point:
THOSE WHO FLY THE CONFEDERATE FLAG LOSE ALL RIGHTS TO CONSIDER THEMSELVES AS PATRIOTS.
That’s as simple as it is. That flag was the emblem of an armed rebellion against the government that Franklin, Washington, Jefferson, and others put into place in the 1780s. The issue of secession was settled, and sealed with oceans of blood and pain.
But whoever was holding that flag outside of the White House today obviously doesn’t realize that.
The rebel flag is kryptonite. It’s poison. It’s literally a stain on the American experience. And the person (oh, how I’d love to choose a more colorful description, but I’ll keep my emotions in check) who holds it up high in public–much less outside of the White House–deserves nothing less than the most ringing, unequivocal condemnation possible.