The tattoo of the Confederate flag is still on my arm, and I’ll have to live with the fact that I’ve seen my tattooed image of a man who fought for the Confederacy on a wall somewhere in my brain.
It’s still there, and while the flag is no longer a symbol of the United States of America, it’s still part of who I am, a part of my identity that I can’t easily change.
That’s what I wanted to do, to have a Confederate Flag tattoo, but I’m still stuck with it.
The tattooist who gave me the tattoo, a tattoo artist named Kevin Smith, told me he came up with the idea of the tattoo when he was visiting family in Georgia a couple of years ago, just after the election of Donald Trump.
He wanted to be able to proudly wear the Confederate Flag while at the same time keeping it as a personal touch, just like he had been able to do when he wore it in public.
I was like, “I think this is a perfect way to honor our history,” he told me.
I had always wanted to have the tattooed symbol of a Southern slave owner.
Smith said he had always had a Confederate Army flag tattooed on his arm, but was surprised to find it on my neck when I told him I wanted one.
I wanted a Confederate symbol that I could put on and take off, just as the people who fought to protect our nation have done.
The symbol is very recognizable.
There’s a Confederate battle flag, there’s a banner that says ‘Make America Great Again,’ there’s another banner that reads ‘Make War Respectful.’
There’s also a Confederate shield that reads “We Will Always Stand.”
It’s a beautiful thing.
But for some reason, it got me thinking about the fact of who the people behind it are.
Smith explained that he was trying to be respectful and to honor the Confederacy’s history, but not at the expense of my family.
I asked if I could have it removed, and he agreed.
I told Smith that I wasn’t going to let it stand.
“I want you to think about this tattoo for a second,” he said.
“The tattoo is your history, and you can’t just leave it on your body.”
Smith said that he wanted the tattoo removed because it was not the Confederate symbol he thought it was.
I said that I didn’t want to have it on me, and that was fine, he said, because he was just thinking about what I had done to him.
“You know, you could leave it off if you wanted to, but the Confederate people who were here don’t deserve it,” I said.
He laughed, and said that the tattoo was an icon of a history that I’d lost.
He said that in the end, it was the Confederate symbols that got him so angry.
I’m sure that’s what it was like for him, that he felt the need to have his family’s history erased from his body.
I’ll never forget the day I got my tattoo, I said, not knowing what to think.
I knew that I had to make a choice: I had no right to have this on me or not.
I thought that maybe I should keep it, but it’s not right.
It was a difficult decision, but a decision I made, because the Confederate Army fought for freedom.
And if they were going to fight for slavery, it should be on display in public places, so that people can see it.
I felt the same way about my tattoo.
It had been sitting there for a couple months, and it was still visible to me.
But it was time for me to take action.
I took it off, and went back to the tattoo artist to get the part of the message I had chosen erased.
I’ve always been a firm believer in freedom of expression.
And for me, the idea that the Confederate soldiers who died defending this country could be tattooed with the message that they fought for it is an ugly, divisive, and hateful message.
So that’s why I chose to leave it there, on my own body.
“Do not forget the Southern heritage of your family, and do not forget that history, because they will never forget it.”
I took a deep breath, and let my body relax.
I let go of the anger.
I opened my eyes, and smiled, knowing that I would soon have my freedom back.
The next day, I went to the same tattoo shop and picked up the same part of message I’d had erased.
That message was that the people of America had no business deciding what symbols were acceptable to display in our public spaces.
“It was just so hard to leave the message there,” Smith said.
I left the tattoo shop the same day, and was able to take another look at it.
This time, I wasn of the opinion that it should have been taken off.
Smith agreed with me.
“If I had just