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A few months ago I walked into a suburban community center that had recently been renovated. The lobby looked like a tech startup, all glass and greenery and abstract murals. What it did not have was a flagpole. I asked the director, a thoughtful woman who had run youth programs for twenty years, why the big American flag that used to stand near the registration desk was gone. She sighed and said the board wanted the space to feel “neutral.” Not everyone shares the same vie

A few Septembers ago, I spoke with a high school principal who kept a small ledger of “hard calls” on the corner of his desk. The pages held incidents that did not fit tidy boxes. One entry read, “Senior prayer at flagpole, 7 a.m., no staff present, parent complaint.” Another, “Benediction request for graduation, declined, board split.” He flipped between them and sighed. “I want students to feel free,” he said, “and I want every family to feel welcome. Some days it feels l

On a chilly Friday night in a Midwestern town, a high school band played through a tight formation, the lights turned the field into a bright stage, and the stands held generations of families who knew each other’s middle names. The game ended. In years past, a coach had taken a quiet knee for a brief, personal prayer at the 50-yard line. Some players joined, others headed to the locker room. Nobody kept score for that moment. Then a district memo arrived instructing staff