I recently saw a Confederate flag hanging on the wall of my parents’ home in the heart of a historically black town in Alabama.
I was stunned.
This is a symbol of our nation’s heritage and I was appalled by the symbolism of it.
The flags in my family’s yard were American flags.
When we moved to Georgia, we chose to remove our Confederate flag from our house, and I moved my family to a town that has a Confederate monument.
My father was a slave owner, my mother a slave.
I can’t remember the exact date, but when I moved to New Orleans in 1989, we did the same.
We moved from the Mississippi Delta to the city of New Orleans.
My mother still lives in the same house where we grew up, and when I was young I remember standing on the street and seeing her standing in the street, holding her cane, crying.
I still remember the tears of my mother, and still I can hear her voice when I walk by the house to visit her.
I’ve been in the South for more than 60 years and I’ve seen enough to know that it’s not easy.
But the history of slavery is not easy to understand.
There is a deep, deep history of racism and bigotry in the Southern culture, and that history has not been forgotten by the people who make up our country.
For years, I’ve heard people saying that if we just move to Mississippi and get rid of the monuments, it will be a positive thing, and if we do that, it’ll be the beginning of the end of the Confederacy.
I’m here to tell you, it’s just not true.
First of all, this is not about the Confederacy or the South.
This has nothing to do with slavery.
It’s about our history and our culture and how we want to tell our history.
It has nothing at all to do the Confederate flag, because I’m not a racist.
This country has always been about justice and equality.
That’s what it means to be a citizen.
And it is also a very important part of our history to understand what it is to be American.
We want to be the best and to make this country the best in the world.
But we also want to understand that we are a nation of immigrants, of all colors, of every race, religion, gender, sexual orientation and background.
I have a son who is Hispanic, a daughter who is black, and we have three grandchildren who are white.
These people came to this country, and they are Americans.
They came here in search of a better life, a better future, and as Americans, we have a responsibility to understand them, to respect them and to cherish their culture.
In this country they come from every walk of life, from every background, and to try to take their history and their culture away is not only wrong, it is a crime against our values.
As a child, my father was born and raised in a small town in Mississippi, and his grandfather owned slaves.
My grandfather owned a plantation in Mississippi that he built and used as a plantation.
My grandmother was a black woman, and my grandfather had a slave on the plantation.
And then my grandfather went into politics and became a Republican, which means he was a Democrat.
My parents were Democrats when I first met them.
My dad, as you can imagine, was born in a Democratic neighborhood, and he was always very involved in politics.
My mom was born Republican.
And she was also a Democrat, but she was always a Democrat as well.
I believe that is what we are all called to be.
My family was raised in the tradition of the Republican Party.
I grew up in a family that was very traditional, but my mother and dad are people who are not only committed to their beliefs, they are people of faith.
They have been involved in the Democratic Party for a long time.
They had a very strong faith in their faith and in their country and the Democratic party.
When I was a child in Mississippi my family was not allowed to go to church, we weren’t allowed to wear our clothes to church.
They were required to wear their clothes to school.
And my dad’s mother was one of the first people who wore her hair long.
My grandma’s mom wore it to church and she had long hair.
And that was a part of who I was.
My grandparents were a big part of my childhood.
My great-grandfather was one who built a cotton gin, built a mill, built the largest cotton mill in the country.
My uncle, my great-uncle, was one that owned the largest mill in Louisiana, built up a cotton plantation, and built a plantation for slaves.
And they were slaves and they were American.
So I grew to understand the importance of our traditions and our values, and what they meant to us.
But that’s not all about the Confederate Flag.
The American flag has been flying for years