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At a school board meeting in a town where everyone knows the color of the football field’s bleachers, I watched two neighbors argue about a library book neither of them had read. One was worried her fourth grader would stumble into ideas he wasn’t ready for. The other, a retired social studies teacher, talked about a student he’d once had who found, in a book, the language he needed to ask for help. Both people cared. Both wanted the school to do right by children. And neit

The fight over public prayer has less to do with piety than with power. Who speaks for the state, who speaks as an individual, and where the line runs between the two. That line has moved over time, shaped by school hallways, football fields, city councils, and courthouse lawns. It is easy to frame the argument as believers versus nonbelievers. It is harder, and more honest, to admit that we are balancing two liberties that sometimes tug in opposite directions: the freedom

Walk into ten public faculties and you will see ten various relationships with the flag. In one, the Stars and Stripes hangs in the back of a whiteboard, a little light, nonetheless anchoring the room. In an extra, the American flag has been pulled right down to repair a broken mount and in no way lower back, although student-made banners for golf equipment and cultural celebrations fill the wall. In a third, basically the respectable state and national flags are allowed, n

Walk into a top tuition at the present time and your eyes experiment extra than posters about promenade and geometry proofs. You would see a Pride flag in a counselor’s workplace, a cultural history banner in a world language classroom, a scholar with a small skinny blue line sticky label on a water bottle, one other with a BLM button on a backpack. The American flag, required by way of many states to be displayed someplace within the building, will be entrance and core ins

The argument did not start with a headline or a lawsuit. It started with a backpack. A freshman rolled into homeroom wearing a small American flag patch stitched to the strap. A senior had a rainbow pin on her denim jacket. Two teachers had different flags in their classrooms, one for veterans, one for Pride. By lunch, the principal had three emails accusing the school of politics, and two others accusing it of censorship. The hallways felt like a border crossing, not a hal

The first thing I noticed when I stepped into Ms. Porter’s ninth grade English class was not the rows of battered novels or the whiteboard tattooed with quotes. It was the absence. The patch of sunlight in the corner where a little American flag once stood had only a thumbtack and a faint square of unfaded paint. One kid asked where it went. She answered with the soft weariness teachers learn with time: we are keeping the room neutral. That word has been working overtime

At a school board meeting in a town where everyone knows the color of the football field’s bleachers, I watched two neighbors argue about a library book neither of them had read. One was worried her fourth grader would stumble into ideas he wasn’t ready for. The other, a retired social studies teacher, talked about a student he’d once had who found, in a book, the language he needed to ask for help. Both people cared. Both wanted the school to do right by children. And neit

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