Burn That Flag! Just ask permission... by Tom Adkins
Does the first Amendment
give us the right to desecrate the American flag? Or is the flag a sacred symbol of our nation, deserving
protection by law? Tough call? I think I've got the solution. For those who want to light Old Glory on
fire, stomp all over it, or spit on it to make some sort of
"statement," I say let them do it. But under one condition: they must
get permission from three sponsors.
First, you need permission
of a war veteran. Perhaps a Marine who fought at Iwo Jima? The American flag was raised over Mount
Surabachi upon the bodies of thousands of dead buddies. Each night spent on Iwo
meant half of everyone you knew would be dead tomorrow, a coin-flip away from a
bloody end upon a patch of sand your mother couldn't find on a map. Or maybe ask a Vietnam vet who spent years
tortured in a small, filthy cell unfit for a dog. Or a Korean War soldier who
helped rescue half a nation from communism, or a Desert Storm warrior who
repulsed a blood dictator from raping and pillaging an innocent country. That flag represented your mother and
father, your sister and brother, your friends, neighbors, and everyone at
home. I wonder what they would say if
someone asked them permission to burn the American flag?
Next, you need a signature
from an immigrant. Their brothers and sisters may still languish in their
native land, often under tyranny, poverty and misery. Or maybe they died on the way here, never to touch our shores. Some have seen friends and family get
tortured and murdered by their own government for daring to do things we take
for granted every day. For those who
risked everything simply for the chance to become an American ... what kind of
feelings do they have for the flag when they pledge allegiance the first time?
Go to a naturalization ceremony and see for yourself, the tears of pride, the
thanks, the love and respect of this nation, as they finally embrace the
American flag as their own. Ask one of
them if it would be OK to tear up the flag.
Last, you should get the signature of a mother. Not
just any mother. You need a mother of someone who gave his or her life for
America. It doesn't even have to be from a war. It could be a cop. Or a
fireman, maybe a Secret Service, or NSA agent. Then again, it could be a common
foot soldier as well. When that son or daughter is laid to rest, their family
is given one gift by the American people... an American flag. Go on. I dare you. Ask that mother to spit
on her flag. I wonder what the founding
fathers thought of the American flag as they drafted the Declaration of
Independence? They knew this act would drag young America into war with
England, the greatest power on earth. They also knew failure meant more than
just a disappointment. It meant a noose snugly stretched around their necks.
But they needed a symbol, something to inspire the new nation. Something to represent the seriousness, the
purpose and conviction that we held our new idea of individual freedom. Something worth living for. Something worth dying for. I wonder how they'd feel if someone asked
them permission to toss their flag in a mud puddle? Away from family, away from the precious shores of home, in the
face of overwhelming odds and often in the face of death, the American flag
inspires those who believe in the American dream, the American promise, the
American vision... Americans who don't appreciate the flag don't appreciate
this nation. And those who appreciate
this nation appreciate the American flag.
Those who fought, fought for that flag.
Those who died, died for that flag.
And those who love America love that flag. And defend it.
So if you want to desecrate
the American flag, before you spit on it or before you burn it ... I have a
simple request. Just ask permission.
Not from the Constitution. Not from some obscure law. Not from the
politicians or the pundits. Instead,
ask those who defended our nation so that we may be free today. Ask those who
struggled to reach our shores so that they may join us in the American dream.
And ask those who clutch a flag in place of their sacrificed sons and
daughters, given to this nation so that others may be free. For we cannot ask permission from those who
died wishing they could, just once ... or once again ... see, touch or kiss the
flag that stands for our nation, the United States of America ... the greatest
nation on earth.