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America changed us

We changed America AW-6-22-19

...Crispus Attucks staked his Life on it...
From the first fight. From the first brick. From the first blood. Native-Black American Ancestors contributed. Our Former-Slave/Freedom-Fighter Ancestral sweat and blood is in the red of the original 13 star flag. 
To put it bluntly, over CENTURIES of being here, "Native" Black Americans have earned one big-ass piece of this flag. Only a damn fool would give up what The Ancestors staked in sweat and blood. This is our flag, earned from git.  As been-here-since-the-beginning Black Americans,  we will fly THE 13 STAR FLAG on every 4th of July and every Flag-Day in between...  JOIN US.
A "quote" from an American hero to whom we ALL owe a debt of gratitude:

"I was born on Independence Day 95 years ago. On June 27, 1924, I graduated from Tuskegee Army Flying School, established in Alabama shortly beforeAmerica’s entry into World War II to train young African-American men as Army combat pilots.

My journey to the flight line started in my high-school library in the New

York City borough of Queens. I came across a magazine article about the first all-black flying combat unit, the 99th Pursuit Squadron. I decided right then that when I turned 18 the squadron was where I wanted to serve. These black flyers had glamour, polish, prestige. The Army Air Forces accepted me even though I had no high-school diploma. The country needed pilots, I was gung-ho, and I had passed the battery of written tests.

The train ride down South was eye-opening for a teenager who’d never

traveled far from New York. When the train crossed the Mason-Dixon Line, the conductor came by and pointed at me: “Move to the colored car.” It was disconcerting, but I saw it as an unavoidable hurdle to earning my wings. I swallowed hard and kept going.

America isn’t perfect, but it was and still is worth fighting for.

At Tuskegee Army Airfield, the sky filled with silvery planes emblazoned

with the Army Air Forces star-in-circle insignia. The big-barreled trainers

emitted a raspy cacophony from their radial engines and fast-turning

propellers. You felt you were part of something big, something magnificent. You weren’t just learning to fly; you were serving your country, and you were going to fight.

At the controls of P-51 Mustangs, I flew 43 combat missions with the 332nd Fighter Group, known as the Red Tails. Our commander was the legendary Benjamin O. Davis Jr., who had endured four years of the silent treatment from white cadets at West Point but nevertheless managed to graduate 35th out of a class of 276. At our mission briefings, he implored us, “Gentlemen, stay with the bombers!” His convictions were encapsulated in his statement: “The privileges of being an American belong to those brave enough to fight for them.”

On Easter Sunday 1945, I shot down three long-nosed Focke-Wulf Fw 190s, the best piston fighters in the Luftwaffe inventory. That action resulted in my receiving the Distinguished Flying Cross. I was thankful that my country had given me the opportunity to fly and fight, and all these years later I am proud that I contributed to the cause. We called it winning the Double V, victory against totalitarianism abroad and institutional racism at home.

July 4 is my birthday, but I celebrate my country’s birthday too. America

was not perfect in the 1940s and is not perfect today, yet I fought for it then and would do so again."

Harry Stewart, A Tuskegee Fighter Pilot