I was there Friday morning with my wife and two kids when the Confederate flag was finally taken off S.C. State House grounds after flying there for more than half a century.

Since then, I’ve tried to stay away from the subject to collect my thoughts, to really explore my range of emotions before commenting. And I’ll provide a bit more reflection this weekend in a column.

But I wanted to touch on a question someone raised this past weekend, and she directed it towards black people in South Carolina:

Now that the Confederate flag is down, how has your life changed?

I think she asked it to imply that it was a silly, overblown fight.

It wasn’t.