10/26/2023 0 Comments Black and white american flag![]() ![]() At the edge of our lawn, high on an aluminum pole, soared the flag, which my dad would replace as soon as it showed the slightest tatter. Our corner lot, which had been redlined by the federal government, was along the river that divided the black side from the white side of our Iowa town. The blue paint on our two-story house was perennially chipping the fence, or the rail by the stairs, or the front door, existed in a perpetual state of disrepair, but that flag always flew pristine. ![]() ![]() My dad always flew an American flag in our front yard.
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