When I look at my genealogy, I find people with various stories. I see a family in Baltimore in a house holding ten people. I see a man who declares he is from "Bavaria", a woman whose husband died the year before leaving her to raise her children alone. I see my great-grandmother, who came here from Germany at sixteen on her own, and the first Pearce, a man who came as an indentured servant on one of the first ships to Maryland. What I don't see is anyone who was a slave. And I say that with the pride I have in knowing each of my ancestors' stories. I say that because to have a history of slavery means to have had a family history that was lost. And when I consider that loss, when I consider that realization of the suffering of some peoples' ancestors at the hands of a willfull nation, I understand the resentment some hold towards the Betsy Ross flag. I love my nation, with all of its road bumps, hiccups, and horrible parts of history included. Our constitution...