the pledge
as six fifth graders climb the stairs to mount the stage
and lead the pledge of allegiance,
the principal signals for everyone to stand.
and as adults and children alike
stand,
i still sit.
my mother looks down at me but says nothing
because she knows.
i pledge allegiance to the flag
the voices of the audience come as one,
pausing after allegiance
and starting to the flag at the same time
as if they've all been taught to speak the same words
in the same way.
"what's she doin?"
to the United States of America
by now i can feel the stare of the woman behind me.
and as the pledge continues,
her voice grows louder.
and to the Republic for which it stands
the woman's voice,
performing that same inflection at re-pub-lic
that everyone else does as if they've all been taught
to speak the same words the same way,
becomes more forceful,
as if she's trying to push me to my feet with her tone.
One nation, under God
she's even louder now, as if trying to call God Himself
to look at the insolent black child sitting
during the pledge.
indivisible
the potency in her voice pushes at my shoulders
and pulls at the back of my blouse.
with liberty and justice for all.
it's over, and immediately, a hushed
"so disrespectful!"
she hasn't yet stopped to think
why the three generations in the room
inflect their voice the same way
at the same time
on those same words,
or why they all pause the same way
at the same times
after the same words.
she, at her age, has yet to realize
that she, like every American child
before and after her,
was taught the "pledge" from the minute after she could read,
and long before she could comprehend
allegiance and indivisibility,
but was failed to be informed
that she was never required to stand.
she has yet to acknowledge
that liberty
and justice
are abstractions to those of us
that they have always been kept from
she doesn't now
that this is conditioned blindness
and she doesn't know
because she's never seen.
the Nation under God made sure of that.
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