♠ That damn flag… ♠
This blog is dedicated to the memories of the nine people who were killed in the Charleston Massacre:Clementa Pinckney, Sharonda Singleton, Cynthia Hurd, Ethel Lee Lance, Tywanza Sanders, Myra Thompson, Susie Jackson, Daniel Simmons Jr., and Depayne Mitchell.
WEEHAWKEN, N.J. (JSC) — In 1982, as a barely 3-year-old boy in Detroit, it was nothing major. It was just an orange flag, with a big blue X and some stars. To me, it was just a funky looking symbol on top of a really cool car. Yep. My first experience with that God-awful symbol of racism, prejudice, tyranny, and treason was on what was the first TV show that I absolutely loved: The Dukes of Hazzard. I was barely able to string together coherent sentences, but I LOVED the Dukes of Hazzard. I loved the car chases, the funny accents, the banjo music, and that really cool orange car, the General Lee. I was a toddler. I knew nothing of the sordid, gross, awful history of the Confederate Flag. So when I was old enough to start liking Hot Wheels cars the following year, I never understood why my mother would never, EVER, buy me the General Lee. The police cruiser that was always chasing the General Lee? Sure. She played it off as the police car is what my dad drove at work. I never really “got it” until I was old enough to start understanding U.S. History and learned about the Civil War. Only then, did it all make sense. Now, some 33 years after my first time seeing the General Lee, it appears that people — be it from a legit epiphany, long-standing guilt, or fear of losing money — have finally begun to smarten up. Let’s Go.