Volume 15, Number 1 · July 2, 1970
Our Flag
By Alfred Kazin
There is one business just now[1] that is doing better than it ever did, and that is the flag business. The other day, after their latest I-Alone-Am-An-American Day, I saw in the subway a construction worker with four American flags decalled on his hard hat in such a blaze of assertive, aggressive, self-righteous patriotism that you knew if you accidentally bumped into him—this was the subway—you could get those flags tattooed on your skull. There were also two mild-looking pretty girls on their way home from the rally, each carrying several flags in each fist.
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