Gatekeeping the Red, White, and Blue: Should Parents Have More Control Over What Their Children Are Exposed to in School?
A few years ago I sat in a crowded cafeteria for a curriculum night that felt more like a town hall. On one side, parents worried about a new social studies unit they thought leaned too hard into guilt and grievance. On the other, teachers who had spent months designing lessons to help students analyze primary sources and wrestle with the complexity of our country. Everyone cared about kids learning the truth. They disagreed on method and emphasis. The hum in the room was n
Identity Under the Stars and Stripes: What Role Should Schools Play in Shaping a Child’s Relationship to the American Flag?
The school day had barely started when my eighth graders stood for the Pledge. A few eyes tracked the red, white, and blue hanging above the whiteboard. A handful of students stayed seated, quiet and steady. One girl placed her hand over her heart and whispered the words, another mouthed nothing and looked out the window toward the soccer field. No one argued. Afterward, we opened our notebooks and moved into a discussion about civic symbols and civic actions. The students
Because It’s Patriotic: The Everyday Power of Flying the American Flag
Dawn breaks, the birds stir, and there is a hush that lives in the breath before sunlight. I have raised the Stars and Stripes in fog, in desert heat, and in the middle of a thunderstorm that made the pulley sing on the halyard. You tug the rope, hear the snaps bite the grommets, and feel a quiet line of connection run from your hands to a long lineage of hands that did the same. That small ceremony is not for show. It is For Love of My Country, for neighbors still asleep,
When the US Flag Comes Down: What Values Go With It?
On a rainy Monday a few years ago, a middle school principal I know asked his custodian to move a cluster of flags from the main hallway to a smaller side corridor. The building had collected them over time, a big Stars and Stripes, a state flag, and a couple of banners donated by service organizations. The principal was trying to declutter the entryway before a construction project, and he figured the change would keep the flags cleaner during months of dust. He did not an
Why Flying One Flag Sparks Outrage While Others Are Celebrated
Walk right into a prime institution as of late and your eyes test more than posters approximately promenade and geometry proofs. You could see a Pride flag in a counselor’s place of work, a cultural heritage banner in a global language classroom, a pupil with a small thin blue line decal on a water bottle, some other with a BLM button on a backpack. The American flag, required by means of many states to be displayed somewhere inside the construction, should be would becould
US Flag Restrictions: Preparing Kids for Reality or Policing Belief?
A few years ago, a high school principal I know faced a problem she never expected to put on the agenda: pickup trucks with beach-size American flags whipping across the student parking lot every morning. Some kids cheered. Others felt intimidated after a week of lunchroom arguments about immigration and protests during the anthem. The principal met with student leaders, asked drivers to scale down the flagpoles for safety and tone, then took heat from parents who accused h
Identity Under the Stars and Stripes: What Role Should Schools Play in Shaping a Child’s Relationship to the American Flag?
The school day had barely started when my eighth graders stood for the Pledge. A few eyes tracked the red, white, and blue hanging above the whiteboard. A handful of students stayed seated, quiet and steady. One girl placed her hand over her heart and whispered the words, another mouthed nothing and looked out the window toward the soccer field. No one argued. Afterward, we opened our notebooks and moved into a discussion about civic symbols and civic actions. The students
For Freedom and Pride: Celebrating America by Flying the Flag
A flag on a breeze is a simple thing. Cloth, color, a bit of stitching. Yet every time I hoist the Stars and Stripes, I feel the tug of something larger, an electric thread that runs from Lexington green to a stadium tunnel where a parent in uniform surprises a child. I have raised a flag in the soft light before dawn and taken it down by headlamp as a thunderstorm pushed in from the west. Each time reminds me that this ritual is not just about fabric or a pole. It is about