We are dedicated to help fund the people, projects, and charities that will help us to . Our Story
As children, we loved our country and the red, white, & blue. As we grew up, we came to understand the imperfections of our past and atrocities present in American history. We came to understand that the true meaning of America, and the symbol that is Old Glory, is our ability to grow, impr
ove, and become better than we once were or are today. Patriotism may have become misaligned with something negative and non-progressive, but Bountiful Patriot is here to take back the Stars and Stripes, support human rights, and take back our country. Our Mission
America progresses toward greater equality and freedom for all. We have an imperfect past, and are not perfect yet, but Bountiful Patriot believes we will continue to improve and that the future is bright for all Americans. Bountiful Patriot salutes those that fought to end slavery, to advance women's and civil rights, and whom continue to fight for oppressed and underrepresented yet brilliant and beautiful Americans. America will always be and represent the scrappy underdog. No matter how great its power becomes, that power comes from ALL the people that are Americans. True patriots support all these people, and will fight, even against our own government and institutions, to ensure that every American has the freedoms we all deserve. Our Giving
Please wear these Stars and Stripes proudly in support of your community and country. A portion of proceeds from every product is donated to support a specific cause or charity of the socially conscious patriots of the United States. Every product denotes the charity it supports and every charity has been vetted. Bountiful Patriot was founded to help fund the people, projects, and charities that will help us to . If there is a cause or charity you feel should be supported or designs or styles you'd like to see, please feel free to Contact Us. Our Ethics
We practice conscious capitalism, all of our products are ethically sourced, environmentally and labor friendly, and printed and shipped as locally as possible. We are a veteran, minority, and woman owned company that is dedicated to furthering the causes our products support. Let America Be America Again
A poem by Langston Hughes
Let America be America again. Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above. (It never was America to me.) O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe. (There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars? I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars. I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak. I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years. Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become. O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”
The free? Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today. O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where everyman is free. The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again. Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America! O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be! Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The r**e and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
