I came of age in Covington, the same part of Kentucky where Nick Sandmann and the other MAGA-hat-wearing “Covington Boys” live, when they are not staring down indigenous activists. The question of whether the Cov Cath high school students did anything wrong seems obvious to me, but America takes a long time to come to an agreement. Kentucky, for instance, fought against the Confederacy. But almost 150 years later, when I was the same age as those “tomahawk chopping” teenagers, anonymous pamphlets with Confederate flags printed on them were left in my neighborhood (where only one black family lived: mine). The flea markets in Kentucky are filled with Confederate flag memorabilia, and in the time since I’ve been gone, the same booths sell “all lives matter” bumper stickers, thin blue line American flags, and MAGA hats. What each of these means remains always up for debate.
In Covington, I Was Taught to Doubt My Own Experiences of Racism
Just one county over, about 10 miles from Covington, I graduated from Boone County High School, home of the BCHS Rebels. Guess what our school flag looked like right up until the year I started there...like, literally that school term. If you thought “The Confederate Flag”, well, you’re right.
And when I was a student there, during my senior year, students of the school and people who lived nearby broke into the school and vandalized it over MLK, Jr. weekend...the put up KKK signs and swastikas. I got together with some other students and we put together a proposal that I took directly to the principal. We wanted to come together at the flag pole to stand against the racism.
Mr. Baker, the principal, said no. He said it would be illegal because it would be like having a religious ceremony on the school property. Never mind that it wasn’t at all religious or that I’ve always been anti-religion so that wouldn’t be something I’d include anyway. And never mind the fact that he condoned and allowed Prayer At The Pole every year.
Then, when I was studying to become a teacher, I worked as a practicum student in Simon Kenton High School...which, btw, is in the exact same county as Covington, 11 short miles from CovCath. I was working to become an English teacher and I was warned, by Simon Kenton’s principal, that I wasn’t to teach To Kill A Mockingbird, because the racial elements of the book upset the students...He implied that the very VERY VERY VERY white school population would become violent if made to read the book.











