I am not going to fly off on a tirade about this behavior. It does no good anyway. The people involved in these sorts of activities just take words against them, and spin the complaints so that the people pointing out how wrong they are end up looking like the bad guys. Instead, I am going to tell you all a story.
My maiden name is Ross, and since my first name is Elizabeth, some members of my family would call me Betsy, like my paternal grandfather. This was something that he liked very much, having a granddaughter with the same name as the woman who was historically credited with making the first flag of this nation. The reason he liked this undoubtedly had something to do with his being a generally patriotic man, and a veteran. But, shortly after he died, it became abundantly clear why this quiet gentleman liked that name in his family tree so much.
When we were sorting through his belongings, we found a flag. It was folded neatly, and kept in an old department store shirt box wrapped in tissue paper. When my father carefully unfolded it, and spread it out on my grandmother’s bed, we saw that it had just 48 stars. The white stripes and stars had long since turned to sepia tone, and some of the hem on the edges had fallen apart because the thread had disintegrated. And then we noticed that there was a deep brownish red stain over many of the stripes.
We knew that my grandfather had served in World War II, but didn’t know where, or in what capacity. Until we found that flag, we never knew that he had obviously been in combat. We would find out later from some of his friends from the American Legion that the flag was his because he had used it to wrap around a member of his unit in battle. That man had died in my grandfather’s arms, with that flag as a blanket. Apparently, he had tried to give that flag to the dead soldier’s family, but they either couldn’t bear to take it, or said that he should keep it. In spite of the fact that it is very old and worn, it has never been added to the yearly pile of flags that local veterans burn and bury each year. It sits, neatly folded, hiding the bloodstains it holds, in a case at an American Legion post. It will probably molder to nothingness before any veteran of that post decides to permanently retire those colors in the flames.
Understanding the importance of that flag is what it means to be an American. That is a gift that citizens of this country can own. Failing to grasp that is a tragedy. The flag not only represents this nation, but also the blood spilled to protect it.
The following video shows a group of people that probably will never understand what it really means to be an American citizen. Their only concern is what they can get out of the government. They have no desire to contribute to society, and only desire to usurp the freedoms that were earned by the blood of others. While it is tempting to scream in protest at the desecration they have done, one must remember – they don’t know any better. They cannot be taught to feel what true Americans do. They cannot be taught to respect themselves, let alone others. They are not worth anyone’s time or attention. But, we mustn’t forget that people like this exist in this country. We must continue the fight to remove those that have no desire to actively participate in our society as law-abiding, respectful, legal citizens.
Illegal Alien Protesters Desecrate Flag