Flags of my Father: The Question of National Identity
Sheila Ngọc Phạm
Seeing Dad’s flagpole out the front of our house in Bankstown, you’d think the double-brick house belonged to rednecks—or a true patriot, depending on your political orientation. The three-metre flagpole rises from the front lawn, crowned with a finial shaped like a red diamond. The flag hangs limp on the halyard, its royal blue far […]