Oh, I’d take it down for them - and then paint the entire wall one big flag.
The flag's been back up for a few days now.
So, I think the solution is for the immigrant from Africa that is offended by this nation’s flag should go back home.
If the boss says take it down then you have to ... it’s his place of business ....BOTOH ...everyone should know what he demanded ....
Then take your miserable, interloping ass back to whatever mud hut it was you came from, parasite. We've had enough of you Third Worlders coming over and spooning off of our good will while you expect us to bow to your ignorant and impulsive demands, you overdressed savage. You deserve neither our respect as an equal nor the protections and guarantees of our Constitution. In fact, you smell and draw flies, too. GET THE F*CK OUT.
Betcha flags sporting hammers & sickles, Che images, or UN blue wouldn't have sparked even a single complaint around her office. These days our country and its political/philosophical tradition is looked upon with complete contempt and hatred by tens of millions of people who happen to have American citizenship.
What was the management thinking, and with what were they thinking?
The right solution was to council the African immigrant, not desecrate this woman's flag.
At least the pressure made them renege on their decision.
I was pretty floored to see this in a court building. Even in LA.
John Greenleaf Whittier. 1807–1892
81. Barbara Frietchie
UP from the meadows rich with corn,
Clear in the cool September morn,
The clustered spires of Frederick stand
Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.
Round about them orchards sweep, 5
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,
Fair as a garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,
On that pleasant morn of the early fall
When Lee marched over the mountain wall,— 10
Over the mountains winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
Forty flags with their silver stars,
Forty flags with their crimson bars,
Flapped in the morning wind: the sun 15
Of noon looked down, and saw not one.
Up rose old Barbara Frietchie then,
Bowed with her fourscore years and ten;
Bravest of all in Frederick town,
She took up the flag the men hauled down; 20
In her attic-window the staff she set,
To show that one heart was loyal yet.
Up the street came the rebel tread,
Stonewall Jackson riding ahead.
Under his slouched hat left and right 25
He glanced: the old flag met his sight.
“Halt!”—the dust-brown ranks stood fast,
“Fire!”—out blazed the rifle-blast.
It shivered the window, pane and sash;
It rent the banner with seam and gash. 30
Quick, as it fell, from the broken staff
Dame Barbara snatched the silken scarf;
She leaned far out on the window-sill,
And shook it forth with a royal will.
“Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, 35
But spare your country’s flag,” she said.
A shade of sadness, a blush of shame,
Over the face of the leader came;
The nobler nature within him stirred
To life at that woman’s deed and word: 40
“Who touches a hair of yon gray head
Dies like a dog! March on!” he said.
All day long through Frederick street
Sounded the tread of marching feet:
All day long that free flag tost 45
Over the heads of the rebel host.
Ever its torn folds rose and fell
On the loyal winds that loved it well;
And through the hill-gaps sunset light
Shone over it with a warm good-night. 50
Barbara Frietchie’s work is o’er,
And the Rebel rides on his raids no more.
Honor to her! and let a tear
Fall, for her sake, on Stonewall’s bier.
Over Barbara Frietchie’s grave, 55
Flag of Freedom and Union, wave!
Peace and order and beauty draw
Round thy symbol of light and law;
And ever the stars above look down
On thy stars below in Frederick town! 60
Too late. This hospital should be hounded until they fire the African immigrant bitch who complained. No one should work with an enterprise that employs such vermin.