I could not have had a more patriotic beginning, or so I was
taught to believe. I was born on Flag Day (June 14) in 1942,
during World War II, at Liberty Hospital in Philadelphia,
birthplace of both the nation and the flag purportedly designed
by Betsy Ross. I wanted to believe family members who told
me that flags were hung in honor of my birthday.
My first public speech was at a fourth-grade Flag Day
ceremony. I was chosen to read my essay “What the American
Flag Means to Me.” In that essay, I wrote about looking at the
flag when The Star-Spangled Banner was sung at major
league baseball games, hoping I would one day be a player on
that field. I’m pretty sure my essay was picked because I
happened to mention that Flag Day is my birthday. Or maybe
the other essays were even worse.
My views on Flag Day have changed considerably over
the years. Suffice it to say that the anniversary of my birth has
become a day when opportunistic politicians regularly attempt
to take away freedoms for which our flag is supposed to stand.
On my twelfth birthday, President Dwight D. Eisenhower
signed into law the addition of “under God” to the Pledge of
Allegiance, saying, “From this day forward, the millions of
our schoolchildren will daily proclaim in every city and town,
every village and rural schoolhouse, the dedication of our
nation and our people to the Almighty.” President Eisenhower
made no mention of the Constitution during this Flag Day
ceremony in 1954 because the Constitution prohibits religious
tests for public office and says nothing about any Almighty’s.
The words “under God” were inserted into the Pledge of
Allegiance at the height of the McCarthy Era to distinguish
Americans from those “Godless Communists.” This melding
of God and Country turned a secular pledge into a religious
one and caused me to feel less patriotic when I no longer
believed we were under any gods.
I just turned 83 on June 14, the 250th
anniversary of the
U.S. Army. Unfortunately, I’m not as proud of my birthday as
I used to be.
I am exactly four years older than Donald J. Trump, who
wasted close to 45 million taxpayer dollars on a parade in
Washington, D.C. to celebrate his birthday. No doubt Trump
believes that tanks and soldiers on display will make America,
and its president, look tough and strong. It would have been
better to spend the money to support the military.
Trump never served in the military, receiving an
exemption during the Vietnam War because of bone spurs in
his heels.
Trump once made fun of a real war hero, Senator John
McCain, who was a prisoner of war in Vietnam for five and a
half years. Trump said, “He's a war hero because he was
captured. I like people that weren't captured, okay? I hate to
tell you.”
There are so many causes that our government could
better spend 45 million on than to glorify Trump.
taught to believe. I was born on Flag Day (June 14) in 1942,
during World War II, at Liberty Hospital in Philadelphia,
birthplace of both the nation and the flag purportedly designed
by Betsy Ross. I wanted to believe family members who told
me that flags were hung in honor of my birthday.
My first public speech was at a fourth-grade Flag Day
ceremony. I was chosen to read my essay “What the American
Flag Means to Me.” In that essay, I wrote about looking at the
flag when The Star-Spangled Banner was sung at major
league baseball games, hoping I would one day be a player on
that field. I’m pretty sure my essay was picked because I
happened to mention that Flag Day is my birthday. Or maybe
the other essays were even worse.
My views on Flag Day have changed considerably over
the years. Suffice it to say that the anniversary of my birth has
become a day when opportunistic politicians regularly attempt
to take away freedoms for which our flag is supposed to stand.
On my twelfth birthday, President Dwight D. Eisenhower
signed into law the addition of “under God” to the Pledge of
Allegiance, saying, “From this day forward, the millions of
our schoolchildren will daily proclaim in every city and town,
every village and rural schoolhouse, the dedication of our
nation and our people to the Almighty.” President Eisenhower
made no mention of the Constitution during this Flag Day
ceremony in 1954 because the Constitution prohibits religious
tests for public office and says nothing about any Almighty’s.
The words “under God” were inserted into the Pledge of
Allegiance at the height of the McCarthy Era to distinguish
Americans from those “Godless Communists.” This melding
of God and Country turned a secular pledge into a religious
one and caused me to feel less patriotic when I no longer
believed we were under any gods.
I just turned 83 on June 14, the 250th
anniversary of the
U.S. Army. Unfortunately, I’m not as proud of my birthday as
I used to be.
I am exactly four years older than Donald J. Trump, who
wasted close to 45 million taxpayer dollars on a parade in
Washington, D.C. to celebrate his birthday. No doubt Trump
believes that tanks and soldiers on display will make America,
and its president, look tough and strong. It would have been
better to spend the money to support the military.
Trump never served in the military, receiving an
exemption during the Vietnam War because of bone spurs in
his heels.
Trump once made fun of a real war hero, Senator John
McCain, who was a prisoner of war in Vietnam for five and a
half years. Trump said, “He's a war hero because he was
captured. I like people that weren't captured, okay? I hate to
tell you.”
There are so many causes that our government could
better spend 45 million on than to glorify Trump.