I'm glad we can still say y'all...
Y'all means all. As in everyone. It's part of my Southern Heritage that no one can change no matter what happens to a flag.
When I think of my heritage, I think of wonderful Italian immigrants, poor farmers in Birmingham, finding their dream and building their lives and families, awesome food, casseroles and pasta, sweet tea, big porches, hard work, Sunday dinners, family, good friends, Sunday mass, funerals, weddings, baptisms... all the good stuff. And the hard times. Southern heritage is family and traditions to me. And giving food and comfort to friends, family, and neighbors of any color - whatever they had that they could give. Visiting the sick. Taking food to the elderly. Protecting their own, but extending their love to anyone who needed it.
The confederate flag never was part of it for us - perhaps we weren't quite white enough back then to adopt it as our heritage. That makes me glad. But, no one could be more patriotic and proud to be an American in the deep South.
We love our Southern Heritage.