Is illustrated here:
Yep. My older boys have already run into this. The idea that ‘you don’t have a right to offend me.’ Uh, yes I do. That’s freedom of speech. Or let’s just whittle it down to mere ‘freedom.’ Sure, I can not listen, disagree, argue the point, or even show you to the door if I deem you rude or obnoxious. But violence or, worse, calling for officials and institutions to punish wrong speak?
Growing up, Voltaire’s famous quip was the John 3:16 of American liberalism:
I disapprove of what you say, but will defend to the death your right to say it.
If I heard that once, I heard that a billion times. It might be worth digging it back up and using it again. Or more of us you might end up getting caught up in the storm, as professor Allison Stranger discovered all too well.