Why I regret not burning my neighbor’s Confederate Flag when I had the chance

Taken the day after the election, this new flag replaced both the old tattered one and the fading American flag that had risen above it for the last year at least.

I didn’t notice the pink rag that once had been a Confederate Flag hanging from a cobbled-together pole until this summer. The house is on a major thoroughfare about five miles from my home but on my route to work.

There are a lot of Confederate flags flying where I live. Here on the Delmarva Peninsula we fought on the side of the English during the American Revolution and the South during the Civil War.

We had our last legal lynching in the 1930s. One gets the impression that if there were any English-speaking members of the Axis, we would have supported them as well.

It isn’t bold to say that I have a deep hatred for Confederate flag wavers. Not because they are ignorant losers or because they are uninformed, miserable creatures, but because they like being publicly mean.

The Confederacy rises again

It wasn’t until I saw the pickup truck with one American flag and one Confederate cruising my neighborhood that I became a little obsessed with finding it. I live near the town’s skatepark and best-maintained basketball court and the move offended me.

Within a week I discovered that I had been passing the offending flag every day. That is when I became obsessed with…