Since everything seems to bring up a song lyric, the line from Simon & Garfunkel's "My little town", popped out when I read the latest story on two University of Oregon basketball players holding their hand up during the National anthem.
Oregon Ducks hoopers hold hands up during national anthem before game against Ole Miss in the local fish wrap.
Two Oregon Ducks men's basketball players held their hands up during the playing of the Star Spangled Banner before a game against Ole Miss.
The players are believed to be junior Dwayne Benjamin, a 6-foot-7 forward from Lafayette, Louisiana, and freshman Jordan Bell, a 6-foot-9 forward from Long Beach, California. They held their hands at chest-level throughout the anthem and then one appeared to frisk the other as the team's starting lineup was announced.
Surprisingly the comment were not as one sided as I would expect from the racist trolls who usually infect the comment sections. My own comment was;
"I don't pledge to, stand for or salute it. Its a false God. Good for them."
For those old enough or interested in history enough, remember when Abbie Hoffman got busted for wearing a flag shirt? His case went to the Supreme Court and was overturned, the court ruling that the US Flag code was unenforceable.
Now the same ilk who would have been screaming for his head love to dress up in flag themed apparel. And flag pins, don't forget flag pins.
The whole pledge thing and other flag fetish demonstrations remind me of the Glorious Loyalty Oath Crusade in Catch 22.
When fellow administrative officers expressed astonishment at Colornel Cathcart’s choice of Major Major, Captain Black muttered that there was something funny going on; when they speculated on the political value of Major Major’s resemblance to Henry Fonda, Captain Black asserted that Major Major really was Henry Fonda; and when they remarked that Major Major was somewhat odd, Captain Black announced that he was a Communist.
“They’re taking over everything,” he declared rebelliously. “Well, you fellows can stand around and let them if you want to, but I’m not going to. I’m going to do something about it. From now on I’m going to make every son of a bitch who comes to my intelligence tent sign a loyalty oath. And I’m not going to let that bastard Major Major sign one even if he wants to.”
Almost overnight the Glorious Loyalty Oath Crusade was in full flower, and Captain Black was enraptured to discover himself spearheading it. He had really hit on something. All the enlisted men and officers on combat duty had to sign a loyalty oath to get their map cases from the intelligence tent, a second loyalty oath to receive their flak suits and parachutes from the parachute tent, a third loyalty oath for Lieutenant Balkington, the motor vehicle officer, to be allowed to ride from the squadron to the airfield in one of the trucks. Every time they turned around there was another loyalty oath to be signed. They signed a loyalty oath to get their pay from the finance officer, to obtain their PX supplies, to have their hair cut by the Italian barbers. To Captain Black, every officer who supported his Glorious Loyalty Oath Crusade was a competitor, and he planned and plotted twenty-four hours a day to keep one step ahead. He would stand second to none in his devotion to country. When other officers had followed his urging and introduced loyalty oaths of their own, he went them one better by making every son of a bitch who came to his intelligence tent sign two loyalty oaths, then three, then four; then he introduced the pledge of allegiance, and after that “The Star-Spangled Banner,” one chorus, two choruses, three choruses, four choruses. Each time Captain Black forged ahead of his competitors, he swung upon them scornfully for their failure to follow his example. Each time they followed his example, he retreated with concern and racked his brain for some new stratagem that would enable him to turn upon them scornfully again.
Visit the link to read the whole thing. Its a gem.
In conclusion, I hope more athletes join this movement.