Is it possible we could all be right, and all be wrong?

I have decided to return to blogging. And for some strange reason I have decided to just continue my old one. As I read through some of the old posts, I barely recognize the person I read about. My life is vastly different then it once was. However, it all makes up me somehow, so just as in life, I will simply add to it. Like many households recently I suspect, my family have been engaging in more moral and political discussion due to events in the world. For the most part we are reasonably on the same page, but one topic remains divided. That issue would the one of the Confederate Flag. My dear sweet bride who is a good ole Texas girl has a different view then I do. I suspect number 1 daughter is more aligned with me, while the boy just looks bored and tolerates the debate until he can go do something more exciting. On the one hand I have social media friends and people I know who are quick to dismiss the Confederate Flag as a symbol of hate and any support of it to be ignorant and racist. The other side is the argument that it is a symbol of the South and it's heritage, and my impassioned in laws like so many Southerners raise that point. This is where I feel like I have a somewhat unique perspective. I spent most of my childhood in Texas, but as a Yankee. My family was from Chicago and many of my parents friends were also transplants. There is a distinct Southern culture that I learned to recognize, but most often felt like an outsider from. I believe for many Southerners, my wife included, the Confederate Flag is in fact a symbol - but not of anything race related. Instead it is a symbol of a rebellion. A rebellion against a perceived attitude of intellectual and moral superiority of the North. It is a rebellion against a way of life that is fast paced and cut throat. The flag for many represents being Southern, sitting on a porch swing sippin sweet tea, listening to music that twangs and tells stories of driving in pickups to visit momma in prison. The Southern way is about cooking food slowly with smokey flavor and the main ingredient is love. Long summers and mild winters and swimming holes and fishing spots. I think being Southern is about rebelling against being told when and how to do something and harboring that inner pride that you know something those silly Yankees don't. I love all that. But I think they have chosen the wrong symbol. That being said, since so much of the Confederate Flag is rooted in rebellion, the more you say take it down, the more they will refuse. I do believe that flag can represent many things to many people, but the fact of the matter is that a very ugly side of what that flag represents does exist. And where it flies makes a huge difference. I would like to find a different symbol that represents all that is good and honorable about the South. Something that is free from stain of blood and hate and oppression. Because that is not what the South is about. The South deserves a better symbol. But they also deserve the right to choose it for themselves. And you know, it seems to me that we constantly want things to black and white. All good or all bad. I haven't found too much that fits that description. Our heros sometimes fail, what's new and shiny becomes old and broken, and sometimes you can be right and wrong - all at the same time. But that's just my opinion