The flag of Apple Island, which is patched together from several difference pieces of fabric, represents how the island itself is a patchwork community, made up of disparate parts but which is ultimately more resilient due to its diversity. The most notable scene with a flag is the great flood, where Patience holds the flag over her head as the waters rise. Although Patience herself submerges, the flag never goes underwater, symbolizing how the community is stronger than any individual member and how even a force as powerful as the flood can’t overcome it.
The patchwork flag of Apple Island contrasts with the American flag that the white Matthew Diamond raises in his yard over on the mainland. Although Matthew Diamond believes he’s doing his patriotic duty by trying to “improve” the residents of Apple Island through education, he soon learns that the government would rather remove all trace of Apple Island rather than try to understand its residents. The United States, which itself began as a patchwork group of states, has now become too monolithic to accommodate the unusual lifestyle of the Apple Islanders. And so, although eugenics-inspired government action threatens to erase Apple Island’s way of life, the final image in the novel of Zachary Hand still holding a patchwork flag up suggests that no matter what happens, some part of Apple Island’s spirit will endure.
Flag Quotes in This Other Eden
[…] I held that foolish flag as high as I could, and the water rose up my shoulder, and the water rose up to my raised elbow, and the water rose up my forearm, and the water reached my wrist, and so there was just my one hand holding that motley little tattered flag sticking up above the surface of the flood, and the waters rose up my fingers, and just as my hand was about to disappear and that flag and all us Honeys be swallowed up in the catastrophe, the water stopped rising.
MATTHEW DIAMOND PUNCTUALLY arrived at his summer home in Foxden, visible right across the channel, on the evening of each June 20th and signaled his coming to the islanders by raising a U.S. flag up a pole in his yard the next morning at dawn.
As the light left the sky, John Thorpe saw Zachary Hand to God wading away from the island across the channel, chest-deep in the water. Zachary held what looked like an old faded and patched flag bundled and knotted together by the corners above his head. His silhouette cut through the invisible current of the tide and to Thorpe he looked like a threadbare angel abandoning the wrecked ship over which he’d once been guardian, light fanning across the water behind him as he pushed against the incoming flood.