Part 24 (1/2)
”The only difference is what I'm thinking. But the whole point is this: It doesn't matter that they're different because it doesn't matter what I'm thinking. They're both protected. Unless you're saying we don't have freedom of thought in America?”
”No, you...” He stops. ”Of course not. You can think whatever you want. But burning a flag isn't speech. Speech is when you talk.”
”Then that means that pictures and photographs and websites aren't protected. None of them are speech.”
”That's different.”
”How? And who decides what's different?”
”The government,” Riordon says triumphantly, because it's a question he can answer.
”But it can't be the government!” I tell him. ”Congress can't decide these things-it's right there in the First Amendment. Have you even read it?” And I realize something-I've been talking to John this whole time. I shouldn't be. I don't care about him. I should be talking to the audience. So I tear my eyes away from John and force myself to look out at the scary, scary depths of students sitting out there in the auditorium.
”I spent a lot of time reading the First Amendment to prepare for this. And you know what? I didn't find the word 'unless' in there anywhere. Here's what the First Amendment says.” And I have to look down at my notes, and then I don't because I realize I've memorized it.
”'Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to a.s.semble, and to pet.i.tion the Government for a redress of grievances.'
”Again, there are no exceptions in there. It doesn't say 'unless it makes someone angry.' Or 'unless it's hurtful.' Or 'unless someone doesn't like it.' Or 'unless it's burning a flag.' It says Congress shall make no law. Now, I admit I'm not the smartest kid in this school. Heck, would I be up here otherwise?”
That gets me a little laughter from the crowd.
”But even I know that 'no law' means, well, no law. Right? There's not a whole lot of elbow room in the First Amendment. In fact, it doesn't look like there's any elbow room, as best I can tell.”
”If Congress-”
”Wait!” the Doc jumps in. ”We're getting a little freewheeling here. Everyone take a breath. John, I'm going to let you ask a question. Let's try to stay on target, OK?”
Whatever, dude.
John nods and takes the mandated breath, but he's clearly eager to jump me. ”OK, John, go ahead.”
”If Congress can't make those laws, then how do you explain the laws against desecrating the flag?” Riordon asks, and then nods smugly. ”The government circ.u.mvents the Const.i.tution and the law when it serves its own purposes. It happens all the time.”
Wow, I can't believe he just said that! As soon as Dr. Goethe gives me the OK to answer, I go for the throat: ”Dude, laws can be wrong. And when the government circ.u.mvents the Const.i.tution, that's wrong, too. That's why we have courts. The government is supposed to be under the Const.i.tution, not above it. The Const.i.tution created the government, not the other way around.
”Besides, I read about those flag laws, too. But I actually bothered to look into them. What-did you just go to Wikipedia and stop there?”
I want to go on, but the Doc stops me. ”That's your question, Kevin.”
This is a little more complicated then I thought. I need to focus so that I can ask my one, important question.
”Those laws exist,” John insists. ”I read about them.” He fumbles for a second, then goes all clicky again, cycling back through his presentation until he shows his s.e.xy little bullet-pointed list of laws and stuff. ”It's right there, in print. How can you deny cold hard facts, Kevin?”
Oh, good-he asked a question. My turn.
”I know they exist, but do you know what they're for? They say things like 'the flag can't be used for advertising purposes.' So I guess we should go arrest the mayor, because he's got flags all over his car lot.”
”That's not what they meant!” he says.
”Hey, it's my turn right now. And sure it is.” I have to cheat here and look at my notes because I couldn't memorize the line: ”Justice John Marshall Harlan said that these laws are needed because advertising tends to 'degrade and cheapen [the flag] in the estimation of the people.' So maybe you should stop worrying about the flag burners and start worrying about the car salespeople and the people who use flags on TV to sell stuff on Memorial Day and Flag Day and Veterans Day and July Fourth. Maybe you should even worry about the sports teams that sew flag patches on their uniforms and get them dirty. That's desecrating the flag right there.”
And I stop and realize I'm looking at John again, so I turn back to the audience instead. Nothing happens for a little while. I look back at John. He's like a dog on a leash who could get to the cat if he had just another inch of slack. The Doc watches me. Finally, he says, ”Your question, Kevin?”
Oh. Right. c.r.a.p. I made an awesome point and now my mind's totally blank. I have my one question, but it doesn't really fit in with what I just talked about. I suck.
The Doc gets tired of waiting for me. ”John? Your response to Kevin's comment?”
Riordon grits his teeth. ”I did my research, too, Kevin.” More clicky-click. He's getting agitated looking for the right screen. ”There. See?” He reads off the screen. ”Justice Hugo Black said, 'It pa.s.ses my belief that anything in the Federal Const.i.tution bars ... making the deliberate burning of the American flag an offense.'”
”Yeah, but-”
”I listened to you,” John says. ”Now you listen to me. Justice Black said that. Even Thomas Jefferson and James Madison were against flag burning.” Clicky, and their quotes appear on the screen. ”And Norman Schwartzkopf said, 'I regard the legal protection of our flag as an absolute necessity and a matter of critical importance to our nation.' So maybe until you serve in the army, you should just keep your opinions about this stuff to yourself. What do you think of that?”
Wow. Did he really say that? The whole crowd oohs like I've been burned, but I'm totally ready for this one. ”You know something? There's nothing in the First Amendment or in the whole Const.i.tution that says that you only have your rights if you've served in the military. But if you really think that way, then I guess the president should just shut up from now on, because he never went to war. And you know what? It's one thing to be against flag burning. It's another thing to make it illegal and to punish people for doing it. I'm against people saying racist things, but I'm not going to throw them in jail for it. Are you?”
”That's not ... G.o.dd.a.m.n, that's not what I said!”
The Doc steps in as the crowd takes a collective deep breath. Awesome! I really rattled that pain in the a.s.s. I scan the audience quickly, looking for Leah. She's not reacting at all. d.a.m.n.
”Let's move on, guys,” the Doc says.
”No!” John's really hot now. He's all fl.u.s.tered. He realizes he just lost his cool, but he can't help it. ”He's making it sound like I don't support free speech.”
”That's because you don't,” I say. John's getting red in the face and I can't help it-I just want to laugh at him. I bite my lip to stop myself.
”You're lying!”
”I don't know what else to call it.”
Dr. Goethe keeps trying to jump in, but we just keep going. We're like gladiators. Except we're yelling at each other and not hacking away with swords. But otherwise, just like gladiators.
”Why don't you support the troops?” John yells, and I yell right back at him that I do, I do support them. I just don't have to announce it to the world on my car, for G.o.d's sake, and then he's all over me about the Pledge and I'm right back at him and then- ”That's enough!” the Doc thunders. He glares at me as he walks past my podium, then gives John the same look as he takes up a spot between us on the stage. The auditorium has gone dead silent except for the echo from the Doc's bellow.
”One final question,” the Doc says. He looks down at a notepad he's been carrying the whole time. ”Before things got out of hand, it would have been ... Kevin's turn. Kevin, you can ask John the final question.”
Oh, you're kidding me. This is just too perfect.
I take a deep breath. It's a risky question because John could have the World's Most Awesome Answer, but I have to take the chance.
”My question is this: John, what have you-you, personally- done to support the troops?”
It takes a second for everyone to realize what I've just asked. The auditorium doesn't fall silent all at once-it happens in a few seconds, as people figure out the question and what it means and turn to look at John.
Even Dr. Goethe looks a little surprised.
John opens his mouth to speak. He suddenly looks really, really silly with his PowerPoint presentation all blown up behind him. He half turns to look at it, but the answer isn't there.