I saw an interesting sight the other afternoon. While driving along US-1 in an urban area of very South Florida I noticed a large white pickup truck with large tires (the type of vehicle that, with or without a gun rack, would be attributed around here as being owned and operated by rednecks, or should I say white males with plenty of Southern Pride). Waving proudly in the back was a very large American flag.
Although I’ve recently expressed my view on the display of the Confederate flag, the flag that one is most likely to see in these parts would be the flag of our nearest Latin American neighbors (you’d better check the map; around here that wouldn’t be Mexico). As it turns out, when you are as far south as you can possibly get inside the continental limits of the United States, the traditional southern white folk no longer represent the Majority. That title was seized several decades ago by Cubans displaced by a communist regime at home.
Anyway, when I saw the American flag in the back of the pickup truck, I know it wasn’t that big a deal, but I found it refreshing. Maybe that guy finally found something he could be proud of. Lately the only ones you see flying the American flag, the largest they can possibly find, are used car dealerships. And how many times have you heard on the news about the veteran who tried flying his flag, but was denied or thrown out by his condominium association, which was exercising the same rights to protect their residents from offensive material that he had fought so hard for (and that some of his friends no doubt died for). But this is America, after all. It almost brought tears to my eyes.
DIn the time several centuries ago when the British Navy ruled the seas, “colours” meant “flag”.