I asked her why she thought Michael had displayed the flag. Was it Southern pride? “He wasn’t into all the Confederate history and that,” she said, echoing her father. “He didn’t, like, dig into it.” “School spirit?” She smiled. “Michael was glad just to graduate from the place.” She said a few of Michael’s friends had started flying the flag from their pickups about the time he bought his truck. He decided to do the same. “Why?” Hannah shrugged. “He’d do anything to make his truck look sharp. The truck’s red. The flag’s red. They match.”
