Flying the Confederate Flag, by Arlene Antoinette

Driving to church for the early morning
service, I stopped at a red light and
waited for the green light to send me
on my way. A motorcyclist turned off
the main street onto the side road
where I was stopped, passing my car
on the left. As I watched him ride by, I noticed
a small confederate flag flying from the
rear of his motorcycle seat. For a moment
I was surprised, but I was not shocked. What
shocked me the most was that I, a Brooklynite
at heart, continued to live in a part of America
where the confederate flag is still displayed
proudly. Years earlier, I left New York to find
a quieter way of life. What I was unaware
of back then was that sometimes beautiful
green fields come attached to rifles in the rear
of pick-up truck cabins and confederate flags
decorating license plates, tee-shirts and flag poles.
I glanced once more at the Caucasian man
riding away from me and wondered about
his upbringing, his family, his friends. The
light changed, and I turned left onto the main
road and headed off to praise my God who
is color blind and all inclusive.

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Arlene Antoinette is a poet and lyricist. Her work has been published in various journals and magazines.

 

 

 

Arlene Antoinette

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