• lenten journal: pledge of allegiance

    by  • February 24, 2008 • Uncategorized • 6 Comments

    Sen. Barack Obama’s refusal to wear an American flag lapel pin along with a photo of him not putting his hand over his heart during the National Anthem led conservatives on Internet and in the media to question his patriotism. (AP)

    Pledge of Allegiance

    I was eight years old when they took down
    the picture of Queen Elizabeth over the blackboard,
    ending her reign over the classroom, making
    way for our new President, Kenneth Kaunda,
    as we stood and sang, “Stand and sing of Zambia.”

    I was eleven, sitting in the middle of the front
    seat of his old Ford pickup, listening to the radio
    somewhere in East Texas while he went in to
    buy some unfiltered Lucky Strikes, when they
    said Bobby Kennedy had been shot to death.

    I was twenty-one, on a bus in Lenningrad,
    going to see the memorial for all those who
    had died in Hitler’s vicious siege, when a man
    — a survivor – offered to give me everything
    if I would promise it would not happen again.

    I was thirty-five, teaching school in Boston,
    and talking with one of my Chinese students.
    When I mentioned Tiananmen Square, he
    looked up at me and said, “I was there.”
    That’s as close to freedom as I ever stood.

    I am fifty-one and they want me to believe
    that what matters comes down to lapel pins
    and hand signals. I don’t believe them.
    I pledge allegiance to the God who made us
    and calls us to stand together in love.



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    6 Responses to lenten journal: pledge of allegiance

    1. February 24, 2008 at 6:03 am

      Amen, brother.

    2. February 24, 2008 at 3:55 pm

      I’m saving this to send in response to the impending “Obama won’t say the pledge!” chain mail the extended family email circle sends most every Monday.

      No further comment, or confrontation added — just the words.

    3. February 24, 2008 at 4:38 pm

      Powerful. Thanks.

    4. February 24, 2008 at 7:26 pm

      Powerfully, soberingly true.
      An exquisite poem.

    5. February 24, 2008 at 8:22 pm


    6. February 25, 2008 at 12:40 am

      I had lunch just today with a 39 year old Chinese immigrant who happened to be in Tiananmen Square during the protest…what a story.

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