As Joseph sat at his desk typing diligently on his keyboard, the building shook. The sudden sound of thunder washed over him like a freight train. He peered over his shoulder at the window behind him. The heavens opened up and rain pelted the windows like a thousand arrows being unleashed.
Time to get up, time to get ready.
No time to think, go, go, go!
Don’t slow down, keep on going.
Life won’t slow down.
The feeling of despair lingers,
Like the last bit of morning fog.
Every moment tainted by haze.
Overwhelming burden, waiting to crash down.
The yearning to be complete always pushed back.
No time to wonder, or regret.
No time to focus on dreams or desires.
Guilt and responsibility fill the void.
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This has been a remarkable week. We’ve seen a coordinated push to see the Confederate Battle flag, actually the battle flag for the Army of Northern Virginia, removed from state capital grounds in the south.
This has, of course, stirred controversy among people who see this as an attack on southern heritage. Nothing could be further from the truth, and for many reasons. Let’s get into the History of the Battle Flag first.
The flag was flown by all commanders of the Army of Northern Virginia. Robert E. Lee being the most recognized of these commanders. It was the flag used, because it was easily distinguishable from the Union Flag, unlike the actual confederate flag. This was the flag that the confederate troops flew over the bloodiest of battles in the Civil War.
After his defeat, Robert E. Lee wished to have nothing to do with symbols of division. He ordered his troops to honorably surrender, and to forego any attempts at guerrilla warfare. Lee refused to participate in ceremonies commemorating the war, and never few the Battle Flag again. He wished to repair the wounds that the nation had incurred, and though he was no saint, he understood that holding on to bitterness served no good. The south did not fight a just war, against a tyrannical power, they had attempted to preserve their ability to keep slaves. Even at his funeral, no confederate flags, battle flag or otherwise, flew.
After the death of Robert E. Lee, many bitter confederate officers pushed the concept of a “lost cause” explanation for confederate defeat. They pushed to keep wounds open, and founded the basis of years of bitterness. These were not the actions supported by Robert E. Lee, though they used his standard and his name often.
The Battle Flag, during the period of Reconstruction until the Civil Rights era, was not flown on State Capital grounds, it was popularly used, being a symbol of rebellion. It was used by the KKK in recruitment attempts. It wasn’t until the push for desegregation that the flag was adopted by bitter southern states. It was done purposely, to keep wounds open, and arrogantly, but this was not a symbol of long-standing southern pride.
Now for my opinion:
The south has much to be proud for, each state has given heavily of its people for the maintenance of the Union. Our founding fathers hailed heavily from the south. George Washington, Jefferson, etc. Southern heritage, except period in the 1860’s, is that of dedication, pride, and honor in service of the United States. States such as Texas find further pride in their actual flags.
Nobody is saying that you can’t fly the Battle Flag on your own personal property, however if you do, remember that this is not a symbol of southern heritage, but of Southern Arrogance, gone out of control. The true heritage of the south is of rich, diverse culture, a blemished past, and an insanely promising future. The south is home to Nasa, The Texas Medical Center, and scores of industry. This is our heritage, found under the US flag.
There has been some argument about the flying of the gay pride flag being ok, but flying the Confederate Battle flag not being ok. All I can say is that the Gay Pride flag is not being flown on state capital grounds. The Gay Pride flag has only ever been used as symbol of the struggle a group of people have faced, in the face of unfair persecution and violence. To be threatened, lynched, and even killed because you choose to love someone differently from the majority is a far cry from a flag that was flown over the bloodiest of wars.
The fact is, one flag was used to divide, the other is used a symbol of love. To compare the two is a disservice to all.
Davis, George W, Leslie J Perry and Joseph W Kirkley, The War of the Rebellion A compilation of the Official Records. Google Books Edition. Washington: Government Printing Office, 1897.
Dowdey, Clifford and Louis H Manarin, The Wartime Papers of Robert E. Lee. New York: DaCapo Press, Inc, 1987.
Lee, Robert E. The Recollections and letters of Robert E. Lee. Ed. Captain Robert E. Lee. Old Saybrook: Konecky & Konecky, 1909.
Daily grind, always going.
Fleeting moments of freedom,
Vanishing into a haze of duty.
Day in, day out, is there more?
Deadlines, meetings, classes,
Don’t forget to eat, or breath.
No, don’t think, keep going.
Soul and heart keep screaming,
There has to be more.
For the sound of laughter,
And the beauty of a smile,
There has to be more.
I love travel, but I find the airline experience to be about as intuitive, and enjoyable, as performing my own lobotomy.
The need to be rustled by cattle through endless lines, being crammed into seats that would make a smurf cringe, and the ever-present “interesting characters” just seem to suck the joy out of travel. Paying top price for the experience makes me yearn for high-speed rail, or the possibility of being launched from a cannon instead.
My trip home, yesterday, highlights the joys of air travel. As a responsible flyer I picked my window seat, so I could avoid a bout of air sickness, and checked in ahead of time. I gleefully downloaded a book to read, and patiently waited for the announcement to use mobile devices. To my joy, the captain informed us that mobile devices were free to use as long as they were in airplane mode.
After reviewing the ever important safety instructions, where we are told where life vests and flotation devices are (infinitely useful during my overland flight). I proceeded to ignore the large man next to me so I could read. My ability to ignore my neighbors constant shuffling and push onto my seat was awe-inspiring, then he started “tsking” at me for reading.
The flight attendant, on a few occasions, tried to explain to my neighbor that my reading was allowed, but he would have none of it. I reluctantly put away my phone, so that there would be no escalation, and the need for us to land early, because of some dimwits fear that my phone would hurtle us into the nearest body of water.
Ahhh, the joys of travel.