Correct and Incorrect Ways To Display the Nazi Flag

Good point here.

My dad brought nothing home from the war. His brother John, by contrast, got a Nazi uniform with full regalia, and a ****load of mortar shells, which I found by accident in a large box shoved in the corner of my grandmother’s garage attic when I was perhaps seven years old, in 1962. “What is this?” I asked my father, who was standing at the bottom of the ladder. I showed him something like what is pictured at right.

“OK, Craig,” he said calmly.  “I’ll tell you in a second.  First, I want you to take it with both hands and carefully put it back, exactly where you found it.”  He knew that a mistake here could have detonated the whole carton, the size of a small refrigerator, rendering our entire township a collection of little bits.  Fortunately, I had no idea.

As to the use of swastikas in current American culture, I’m glad my dad didn’t live to see it; he would have been sickened.  He had left college in 1942 to be part of what is now called “Antifa,” and wouldn’t have looked kindly on these ignorant, hateful pigs.