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Wednesday, August 27, 2008

40 Years after Martin Luther King walked with us....



We finally have a serious African American contender for the Oval Office.


And just when you're starting to believe it really is a "new" century, you find yourself living with:




Huge Confederate Flag to Fly Over Tampa
50-by-30-Foot Symbol of Southern Cause to Fly at Private Site by Highway Crossroads


The i's are dotted, t's are crossed and a 139-foot flagpole is ready to fly the Stars and Bars over one of the busiest highway interchanges in Florida. (And I get the honor of bypassing it every morning, ladies and gentlemen).


The Sons of Confederate Veterans in Tampa plan soon to raise what they claim is the world's largest Confederate flag on a private triangle of land tucked near where Interstates 75 and 4 meet. The flag measures 50 feet by 30 feet.


John Adams, commander of the organization's Florida division, has spearheaded the flag project, which includes plans for an accompanying memorial park. And he wants to make sure that the only objections the group faces are based on opinion, not the law.


"You're going to hear some complaints about it for sure," Adams said. "But it's a free country as far as I know."


To some, particularly across many Southern states, the rebel flag represents a rich heritage that includes fighting and dying for the Confederate cause during the Civil War. To others, the flag represents dark memories attached to slavery and racial inequality.


One of those people is Curtis Stokes, president of the NAACP in Hillsborough County, who hopes that a groundswell of opposition to raising the flag might convince the Sons of Confederate Veterans to reconsider.


Sigh. Thus far, the county has not been able to figure out how to make this go away. And so it goes, here, in the land of Dixie.