"...Last fall, sitting around the dinner table, the twelve-year-old was doing a particularly good job at this with his youngest sister.
She finally grew so frustrated that she said, “Oliver, you need to stop talking—forever.”
This inspired a volley of protests about free speech rights, and ended with them yelling “shut up” at each other.
Desperate to stop the fighting and restore order, I asked each of them in turn to tell me what they thought “free speech” meant.
- The twelve-year-old went first. A serious and academic child, he gave a textbook definition that included “Congress shall make no law,” an evocation of James Madison, a tutorial on the Bill of Rights, and warnings about “certain exceptions for public safety and libel.” I was happy to know the private-school fees were yielding something.
- The nine-year-old went next. A rebel convinced that everyone ignores her, she said that she had no idea what “public safety” or “libel” were, but that “it doesn’t matter, because free speech means there should never be any restrictions on anything that anybody says, anytime or anywhere.” She added that we could all start by listening more to what she says.
- Then it was the five-year-old’s turn. You could tell she’d been thinking hard about her answer. She fixed both her brother and sister with a ferocious stare and said: “Free speech is that you can say what you want—as long as I like it.”
It was at this moment that I had one of those sudden insights as a parent.
I realized that my oldest was a constitutional conservative, my middle child a libertarian, and my youngest a socialist with totalitarian tendencies..."
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