Removing battle flag was the right decision
In 1967, I was drafted into the U.S. Army. I went to Fort Dix in New Jersey for basic training. All who were there knew our next stop was advanced infantry training and, from there, to Vietnam. When basic training was over, most of us got orders to report to Fort Jackson in South Carolina.
After a few weeks there, our company was given a weekend pass. Most of us went to the state capital of Columbia just a few miles from the fort. I remember walking aimlessly around the city with a few of my friends, one of whom was black. At some point we found ourselves in front of the state capitol building. Looking up we saw the Confederate battle flag flying on the dome.
No one said anything in that awkward moment, but I recall thinking how my black friend might feel about seeing that flag. Soon he would be in Vietnam fighting and maybe dying for a nation that allowed a symbol of white supremacy, slavery and treason to be so brazenly displayed.
An ounce of empathy says the right decision was made in removing that flag.