Marion Lambert is unapologetic about the abundance of Confederate flags that surround him.

A faded pillow with the flag's print sits on the porch chair of his quirky urban farm in South Tampa, an area known more for craft beers and gluten-free brunch. He's got a sticker with the red-and-blue battle flag and the words “I ain't coming down” affixed near the shopworn light switch in the building that holds his farm's free-range eggs. And in his barn, there's a cloth flag near a sign that says, “COW COUNTRY watch your step.”

But the flag he's proudest of sits about 17 miles away, at the corners of Interstates 4 and 75, main arteries for tourists headed to and from the state's theme parks and pretty beaches.