Lessons from two very different flags
Our family is complicated. Like many other Americans, my
second husband Ed and I are both divorced from our first spouses. Ed has no
children of his own and thinks that “our” four (plus our very lively cat) are
more than enough. My children’s father has also remarried, so my children have
step-siblings and a half-sibling to add to their postmodern family tree. We are
all white and middle class, and we live in one of the most politically
conservative and the least racially diverse states in the nation: Idaho.
One of the biggest challenges of raising children after a
divorce is navigating the space between very different sets of parental values.
My younger two children are being raised in a faith tradition that historically
discriminated against blacks and that continues to prescribe rigid
gender roles. I support their father’s decision to take them to the Mormon church because I
don’t think religion is worth fighting about, and because my own Latter-day
Saint parents managed to raise children who were respectful and tolerant of
others. But I cannot remain silent about my values, even when they conflict
with what my children learn in church.
In light of a landmark week for gay rights and racial
discrimination, I asked my children what they knew about two very different
flags. “A flag is a symbol,” my 11 year old told me. “It represents a country
or an organization.” As we talked about the Confederate flag, I asked them what
it symbolized. “Isn’t it the Civil War or something?” my 10 year old daughter said.
I explained that for many people, the flag was associated with slavery and
oppression.
“But didn’t Dr. Martin Luther King fix all that?” my daughter
said. “I thought he made it so that black people and white people were equal.”
White people say things like this all the time. They say, “Oh,
we have a black president now, so we can’t be a racist country,” or “Oh, we
have affirmative action policies, so white males are actually the victims of
discrimination” (Yes, I have actually heard this phrase come out of more than
one white man’s mouth).
If there’s one thing we’ve learned over and over again these
past few years, from the Trayvon Martin shooting to the tragedy in
Charleston, it’s that Americans are decidedly not “over” racial discrimination.
As a parent of white children, it’s my duty to teach them to use their privilege
to be allies to those who do not share that privilege. My children were shocked
as I explained to them how black mothers and fathers were afraid for their
teenage sons, because they could actually be shot and killed, just for being
teenagers. “That’s not fair,” my son said. “That’s not right.” Exactly.
Then we talked about another flag: the rainbow flag that
symbolizes the LGBT pride movement. The Mormon church, along with many other conservative Christian churches, has
been and continues to be a vocal opponent of gay marriage. I actually do feel some empathy for people who fear that their deeply held
religious convictions are being challenged by last week’s Supreme Court ruling
supporting gay marriage. But in listening to some of my conservative Christian
friends, I think there’s a basic misunderstanding of what the ruling really
means. No church is going to have to marry gay people. The decision does not at
all impact their religious freedom, any more than the long overdue imminent removal of
the Confederate flag from South Carolina’s state capitol impacts individual
freedom of speech.
I told my children that I think the First Amendment is one
of the things that makes America a great country. Every person who wants to
display the Confederate flag on his or her front lawn or white Chevy pickup
truck should unequivocally have the right to do so. But any person who wants to
fly the rainbow flag should and must have that same right. The government
should not sanction discrimination of any kind. And as a parent, I have the
power to teach my children tolerance and respect for differences and to encourage them to speak up for those who are oppressed.
That’s one thing I have learned from my conservative
Christian friends: We shouldn’t be afraid to share our values. In the end, no matter what your family looks
like—black, white, gay, straight, or some combination of all of these—the love you share is what matters. Love wins.