As a kid I fancied myself as kind of a rebel, but in retrospect, I was anything but. The most rebellious thing I ever did was to wear green and yellow tennis shoes under my high-school graduation gown (our school colors were blue and gold) as a way to show my displeasure for how I had been shafted in football and track my senior year. (That is a column for another day).
I had fought the urge to write a column on the lawless hoodlums in Southern Oregon. I told myself that no good could come from it and that it looked like it was going to quietly subside. I was going to write my next column on athletes and coaches – until I saw an Associated Press picture of protesters in Southern Oregon holding American flags as if they were mascot banners for colleges.