I never felt comfortable with the American flag. I was the kid in elementary school who wouldn’t say the Pledge of Allegiance as ordered every morning. I’d stand so as to not cause disruption, but I’d keep my mouth closed in silent protest. I never questioned why I felt so against this ritual. I don’t think my parents or anyone else around me talked about options for dissent. I’m not aware of any classmates who didn’t pledge. But something about the flag always made me squeamish. Nonetheless, I am a sucker for dressing to a theme, and every 4th of July, I feel the need for my nails to celebrate. I usually wear red-white, and blue that day. I love the idea of celebration, even for Independence day, but I never once felt “proud to be an American.”
Recently I listed to a podcast that changed all that. I can’t remember who the interviewee was, but he said:
We are a country of Natives, ex-slaves, and immigrants.
That sits really well with me. It describes an America I can get behind. It feels right. Looking at “us” this way feels true. Looking at our country, and thus our flag, through this lens elicits an outlook I can get behind. This year, I wear the American flag with pride.