Oct 2, 2009
The youngest of eight, I was quick witted before I was mature enough to know better than to say whatever satirical or ironic thought that came to mind. Being clever with words was a survival skill in a big family. It took me a long time to learn that every well-turned phrase does not merit utterance. I learned this lesson the hard way—not so much from embarrassment as from the realization that words arranged just right can do a lot of harm. Some things are just too uncivil to say.
Indeed, words can be as violent as any other weapon. I first observed this on a political level when I was a freshman in college. During a very tense confrontation between fraternity supporters on one side and feminist and gay rights activists on the other, someone started the chant “How do you know your parents are straight?” Although the university had justifiably stopped one of the fraternities from hanging a female mannequin in effigy to express their frustration with being reviewed for dismissal, nothing was done to stop this chant engineered purposely to disturb and provoke a response. The intent of this goading chant was to threaten and unnerve the opposition every bit as much as the hanging mannequin. It was a violent, uncivil thing to say the least, yet it went unchecked by the institution.