The super blog 1009

On a rainy Monday a few years ago, a middle school principal I know asked his custodian to move a cluster of flags from the main hallway to a smaller side corridor. The building had collected them over time, a big Stars and Stripes, a state flag, and a couple of banners donated by service organizations. The principal was trying to declutter the entryway before a construction project, and he figured the change would keep the flags cleaner during months of dust. He did not an

A few years ago, a high school principal I know faced a problem she never expected to put on the agenda: pickup trucks with beach-size American flags whipping across the student parking lot every morning. Some kids cheered. Others felt intimidated after a week of lunchroom arguments about immigration and protests during the anthem. The principal met with student leaders, asked drivers to scale down the flagpoles for safety and tone, then took heat from parents who accused h

A few years ago, a high school principal I know faced a problem she never expected to put on the agenda: pickup trucks with beach-size American flags whipping across the student parking lot every morning. Some kids cheered. Others felt intimidated after a week of lunchroom arguments about immigration and protests during the anthem. The principal met with student leaders, asked drivers to scale down the flagpoles for safety and tone, then took heat from parents who accused h

One spring afternoon a few years back, a high school assistant principal called me about a dustup at lunch. A small group of students had bowed their heads over their pizza and prayed quietly. A classmate filmed it, posted a snarky caption, and within an hour the comments were a mess of slogans about freedom, tolerance, and tyranny. The staff wondered if they could ask the students to stop. The parents wanted to know why their kids were getting mocked for something that fel

A few years ago I visited a middle school that had just finished a renovation. Fresh paint. Bright, flexible classrooms. A gym that smelled like new sneakers. The principal walked me through the main corridor, proud of the space, until we reached the atrium where the flag should have been. The pole was there. The hooks were there. The flag was not. A parent committee, after a heated debate, had asked to remove it from that high-traffic spot and relocate it to a side hallway

A few years ago I sat with a high school junior in the guidance office after a minor dust-up in the lunchroom. He had bowed his head for a quick grace. A nearby student snapped that he was “making a scene.” No one had shouted. No one had tried to recruit anyone. Two kids, two views of public space, and a principal stuck in the middle trying to respect both. That small moment captures why this question never quite goes away: how do we treat faith in places meant for everyone

The bell rings and a river of teenagers floods the hallway. Backpacks knock, sneakers squeak, someone laughs like a trumpet, and the flag above the main office barely stirs in the climate control. It used to be background. A fixture as unremarkable as the water fountains, our quiet proxy sunrise in cloth. Lately, it feels more like a lightning rod. In faculty group chats, district board meetings, and parking lot circles, people whisper the same set of questions with rising

Walk a high university hallway and you will see a quiet referendum on identity. Pride flags on a counselor’s door. A navy service banner tacked above a locker. A scholar’s backpack patch that reads “Don’t Tread on Me.” And in some rooms, conspicuously, no American flag at all. Parents ask, usually angrily and regularly with straightforward confusion: Why are American flags being got rid of from school rooms, however different flags are encouraged? The brief reply is mess