It's hard now to remember what that was like. Try. Remember what it was like to walk down your street during summer vacation and see a flag outside someone's window? It always gave me a warm feeling, hard to describe, but a sense that me and the person behind that door had something in common. If you'd asked us if we were patriots, we would have been confused by the question. Of course we were. Who wasn't? We had a deep, abiding love for our country that was simple, non-nationalistic, the same way reasonable people feel about their baseball team. Yours is good, maybe, but ours is better. No insult, just confidence.
Of course things are different now. The flag and its colors have been stolen by people whose goal is not inclusion but exclusion. Now, instead of settling our differences, we hold grudges against each other, question whether people who disagree with us are aiding the Official Enemy of the Hour, and define our America as the kind of walled-in neighborhood w...