Saturday, April 26, 2025

Are You Brave?

 


LUCY BURDETTE: : it seems like there are a lot of ways we need to have courage these days. But maybe it’s always been so? When it comes to physical bravery, I’m not so great. I suppose I would try to rescue someone if I saw they were drowning in a rough sea, though I think they could do better than me. As far as running into a burning house? It’s not going to happen.


But there are other kinds of bravery, including standing up to bullies. Earlier this winter, I went to an event featuring Amanda Jones in conversation with Judy Blume. Amanda is a librarian in Louisiana who decided it was not OK to ban books in her library. She has become an outspoken critic of book banning, as has Judy. And both of them have suffered from death threats for speaking up about their opinions. In politics, we are watching many people who are afraid to speak up about what’s going on in our country, and I can understand the fear of retaliation. I would like to think I would not fold in these conditions.



So that is the question of the day, Reds. Are you brave? Physically? Mentally?



HALLIE EPHRON: It’s a great question… but I don’t think any of us know what we’re capable of until we’re *in* the situation. I remember when my daughter Molly was maybe two years old and we were at an outdoor party and I wasn’t paying attention and she fell into a hot tub. Believe you me, I raced over there, jumped in, pulled her right out. Scraped my legs in the process and my clothes were soaked, but she was fine. For the rest of the party she kept insisting that she wanted to “Jump in Cuzzi.”

As far as standing up to bullies, that’s a truly scary prospect, and scarier still the more powerful the bully.

JENN McKINLAY: I think I am. I have an intolerance of injustice and a big mouth so I’ve gotten myself into a pickle a time or two. I’m also six feet tall and very active so not much scares me on a physical level. Thankfully, my older brother taught me how to fight. I have no problem facing down a person behaving badly because I dealt with all sorts of folks at the central library in Phoenix for twenty years. Hub has told me repeatedly that he fell in love with me when we were working together at the library and a male patron was having a mantrum, so I marched right over to the guy, got in his face, and said, “Get your sh*t together. Right now.” Honestly, I don’t remember it, but yeah, it tracks.

DEBORAH CROMBIE: I am a physically small person, and I’m a pleaser. (Isn’t it interesting how children of the same family can be so different? I can’t imagine that my super type A brother ever worried about people being unhappy with him!) I hate arguing, and will avoid confrontation whenever possible. So no, not brave in that respect. I have, however, done things that completely surprised me. Twice I’ve jumped, fully clothed, into swimming pools after toddlers who’d fallen in, while even the kids' parents stood frozen. I’ve dealt with emergencies on the street when other bystanders wouldn’t. I’ve driven my husband to the hospital when he cut off the end of his finger (including putting the severed finger joint on ice in a plastic bag.) And, after twenty-five years of having German shepherds, I have a surprisingly impressive command voice. So I guess you never know how you’ll react until you do. But I wish I was better at standing up to bullies.

RHYS BOWEN: This is something I have often debated with myself. In high school my daughter was Anne in the Diary of Anne Frank and I used to wonder would I have to courage to hide my Jewish friends in my attic? I certainly would have the courage to speak out, to challenge ICE if I saw them dragging someone off the street. I’ve always had a strong sense of justice (hence Molly Murphy) But if it got to a stage, like Nazi Germany, when normal citizens could disappear for speaking out, would I still be brave? I really don’t know. I’d hope so. I have done a few brave things in my life: when I was up at drama school in London there was a horrible train crash in an awful smog. No buses, no transport, nothing. Of course now I’d check into a hotel for the night but I walked home, 14 miles in dense fog. Got home at 3 am. My parents must have been frantic. (no cellphones in those days)


HANK PHILLIPPI RYAN: Brave. Huh. That’s such a question that’s impossible to answer. I have done brave things–audacious, like asking really hard and unpleasant questions, and risky, out of responsibility as a reporter–carrying hidden cameras into cult churches, going undercover and in disguise  to get to the truth of a story. But is that actually brave?
 
I’ve raced toward tear gas in a hostage situation, but we missed the good video because my photographer had stopped to put a mask over his face. Was I brave or stupid?
 
 I’ve jumped fully clothed into our swimming pool to save little baby Eli, who had, in a flash, decided to leap  in. It never crossed my mind what to do, I don't even remember “deciding.”
 
I’ve handled truly scary  medical emergencies for my husband, but is that brave?
 
These days I think there’s a different definition of brave, and I think we are tested every day.  How valuable is the principle compared to our personal “safety” or risk?
 
Would I run to the ocean to save a person who is in trouble? who would know until the time comes.  
 
Would you put a sign in front of your house declaring your position on anything? 
Is THAT brave?

JULIA SPENCER-FLEMING: Wow, what a thought-provoking question, Lucy. On the one hand, like Debs, I hate confrontation and I almost compulsively try to see everyone's side in a disagreement. On the other hand, one of the great joys of aging is that my GAF index has gone way, way down, so I'm just not bothered if people disapprove of me.
 
I think real bravery can only be revealed in the moment, and I think it requires acting in spite of fear, not because one is actually fearless. The famous picture of the Chinese citizen blocking the row of tanks at Tiananmen Square is an icon of bravery for a reason - that man must have been so scared, but he stood up anyway.

29 comments:

  1. I definitely avoid confrontation, but I'd like to think I would find the courage to speak up in situations or stand up to a bully. Like most moms, I've done the "grab the child out of danger" things, but I'm not certain that's "brave" . . . I think it might be more of a "mom reflex" . . . .

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  2. What a timely topic. I'm not surprised about you pool/hot tub rescuers - I did the same, once - and I love Jenn's fearlessness. Bravo for that librarian, for Judy Blume, and for all others resisting book banning.

    I've been standing out weekly at pro-democracy rallies, face unmasked, with my sign, but that doesn't seem like a risky act for an older white lady. So far the only belligerent opponents we've encountered stay in their cars and deliver rude gestures. I just smile and wave. I do put out yard signs for candidates who share my values, signs that I know don't sit well with the Red neighbors who are mostly all around us.

    I've been so pleased by the number of judges acting with integrity in recent weeks. They are the only institution holding the line against the many illegal acts our so-called government is committing. That's bravery, because you know they and probably their families are being threatened.

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    1. Oh, and Hank - it was a delight to see your face on screen introducing the Newburyport Literary Festival last night!

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    2. Hank Phillippi RyanApril 26, 2025 at 8:52 AM

      Oh, thank you! I cannot wait to hear all about it… That festival is so amazing!

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  3. I have asked myself that question my whole life. I know that I am physically brave sometimes, but that can happen before you think it through. Consequences?
    Rhys, I have often asked the Anne Frank question. It's one thing to stand up to a bully on a playground, in a restaurant or a library or on the steps of your university where the Jewish students are being prevented from going to classes. It is quite another to risk your life and those of your whole family by hiding Jews in your attic from the Nazis.

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  4. I think bravery comes in many different forms. One year ago today, I held my mother's hand as she died. She wanted to die but didn't want to be alone. I didn't want her to die, but knew she would, and definitely didn't want her to be alone. So I held her hand. A final act of love. Fiercely loving in the face of fear and grief is a kind of courage...

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    1. Very brave Amanda. I’m very sorry for your loss

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    2. Oh, Amanda, this really moved me. Steve's cousin's only son, age 31, died last February from complications of testicular cancer that had come roaring back after five years of remission. He and his wife had been about the celebrate the first birthday of their miracle twin girls (his wife had had ovarian cancer as a teenager!), so the tragedy was intense. I watched his mother at his deathbed talking to him calmly, holding up the phone so his only first cousin could chokingly tell him goodbye, and also to calmly order one the many medical professionals distracted by her son's father's collapse to please attend her dying son in his final moments. I could never have been as controlled as she was. I was a blubbering mess.

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    3. Hit reply too soon. There is massive courage in holding your own composure to ease a loved one to that transition.

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    4. When my sisters and I accompanied my mom as she died, singing and reminiscing, I didn't feel it was brave - but maybe it was. She'd had a long good life, she'd been ill, and we didn't know if she could hear us. But it was a moment of blessing and grace, and for that I am grateful

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    5. I just received a note this morning that my cousin's wife who has cancer is opting for MAID on Monday (medical assisted dying). Just to confirm, if I was in the same situation, it would be my choice. However, it is still brave of her to stand up to get it (it is legal in Canada), but more so, brave of the family to be there with her. It is also extremely brave to publicly admit to it.

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  5. I've had many individuals in the medical field as well as friends and family describe both myself and my husband as courageous. Whether that is the correct description of that word I'm not sure although we consider ourselves a member of the Warriors and Champions club. Bravery is facing complex and frightening circumstances head on but does it still hold the same meaning when there is no other choice but to move forward? We've had doctors tell us that we deserve a break and "enough already" but I know there are so many others out there who face the same fears... or even worse...and don their armor and go to battle just the same. Courage has so many meanings and levels and I would never compare myself to those who, for example, ran towards danger during 9/11 without a moment's hesitation. Our First Responders, police and fire who face the possibility of never returning home to their own families and yet still continue to do their jobs bravely on a daily basis. Individuals who live in countries who do not have rights, liberties and the freedom to speak or worship or live their lives as they wish without being punished...that's courage, too. So many other examples of being in unfair circumstances but who manage to carry on despite having to consistently face prejudice and injustice in their lives. I consider myself a lucky person who may not be wealthy in dollars but rich in many blessings that others are not fortunate to have. I generally keep my political feelings to myself on social sites but have no problem discussing them in person . However, when someone is acting rude or disrespectful to myself or others in the public arena I somehow manage to find my voice and charge forward without hesitation. Individuals who tell others who may have a different opinion that they should "move on" or "keep going" and who are only "brave" behind their computer's keyboard are the most cowardly ones of all. It takes courage now to move in the direction of bipartisan opinion and welcome all voices to the table without being thrown under the bus by either side.

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    1. A Quaker friend in his mid-seventies puts on a (weathered) linen suit and attends big democracy rallies in Boston. He makes a point of engaging the "other side," gently trying to reason with them, asking them questions about where they get their information. I'm someone who doesn't like confrontation, and I admire David so much for his peaceful courage.

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  6. I did something as a young child which may have looked brave, but it was actually quite stupid. We were in Maine, at a dump if I remember correctly. There were a couple of bears there and my father was always taking pictures. Then he noticed his cigarettes were missing. I spied them, right up by the bears and said "I'll get them" as he yelled "no don't!" But I just zipped in there and got them. Problem solved. What an incredibly ignorant thing to do. I was young and didn't know enough to be afraid of bears.

    The scary things now are not animals, but people.

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  7. The day our daughter drowned and the other two kids went through the ice as well – was I brave trying to find her or desperate? There was no thought given to anything that happened or decisions made at all – I just did it. I remember visualizing myself overseeing myself racing about – really weird.
    Bullies – no, wimp here. Obvious is how I react as my sister always bullies me. Got used to it.
    Stand up and protest something – like to think in my head I would, but I know I won’t. Too chicken. Would think a lot of thoughts about it, or maybe could vocalize on paper, but maybe not…

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    1. Margo, I am so very, very sad and sorry to read about the tragic loss of your daughter. (Selden)

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    2. Margo, no one should ever have to face such a test. I'm so sorry.

      And today is your day to be brave, isn't it? Bon courage, for your presentation!

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    3. Margo, I had no idea about your daughter. Sending my deep sympathies, no matter how long ago it was.

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    4. Margo, my heartfelt condolences on your daughter's tragic death. What bravery to act in the moment, what courage to keep living thereafter...

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    5. Hank Phillippi RyanApril 26, 2025 at 8:54 AM

      Margo— we are so honored that you shared this with us. We love you so much.

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    6. Thanks for your sympathy. It was in 1985, but it never goes away and she will always be a yellow-haired 2 year old. Cannot even image her as an adult! As for today - yes, another 2 hrs and it will be over. Apparently lunch will be lobster sandwiches. I told my brother and my daughter about it on Wednesday, and last night at 9:30, who appeared at our dark door - Laura and George! Now that was a surprise! Since they drove for 5 hrs, I will have to stand up straight and not faint.

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    7. Margo, you will not faint! You will get up there and say your piece and boom! it will be over before you know it! It's the waiting that's the hardest part (this from a total introvert who has had to stand before audiences and deliver presentations and papers and not faint while doing so).

      And my heart goes out to you for the loss of your daughter. May her memory always be a flame that warms your heart. (Flora)

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  8. This is a great question and one I brought up every year while teaching my 8th grade history class, in the spring term at the end of the Holocaust unit, after we watched the BBC's excellent production of THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK. Would I have been as brave as Miep Geis and her coworkers, who hid their boss and his family from the Nazis? I have zero doubt that I would have that courage for my own children. But to risk my life for the family of my boss? I always told my students that I hoped so, but did not know. I also told them that courage is not the absence of fear. It's doing what's right despite being afraid.

    Like Jen, I also am tall (5'10") and have an athletic build. As a child I occasionally fought boys on the playground. I also have a loud voice and a commanding "teacher's tone." (Recently at a march in support of Ukraine, the leaders, without a bullhorn, asked me to roar their directives to the crowd.) Early in our relationship I told my husband that because of my size and strength, I was not afraid of men. He smiled patiently, tipped me to the floor, and pinned me. He was a wrestler in high school. "Throw me off," he said. I could not move. I stopped saying I was not afraid of men. Now, of course, I am 65 with health issues so it's moot.

    Much like Edith, I have felt that as an old white lady, in my case with centuries of privilege, I am safe. I taught four sections of U.S. history a day for many years, so I know it cold. My current state of grief and horror makes me feel I should be doing much more than I am. I am haunted by one of the many quotations I had made into posters for my classroom wall. "The ultimate tragedy is not the oppression and cruelty by the bad people," said Martin Luther King, "but the silence over that by the good people." (Selden)

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    1. Some of us have SO much unearned privilege it's embarrassing, and that makes me want to be public in my demonstrations, weak though they might be.

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  9. It seems as if courage is a choice, and sometimes we don't know we have it in us to be brave until we are called to be, and then choose to be.

    In the last couple years friends have called me brave for posting what I do on social media. I'd never looked at it that way and then a few months ago I went to a high school reunion. Because my hometown is in a part of Ohio that is generally considered deeply conservative, and it was a month before the election, I'd been reluctant to go. Then a friend was coming in who I'd not seen in a long time, so we went. It turned out that a lot of us, a surprising number, felt the same way, and we had a nice conversation about how to know what the truth was, with so much utter nonsense going around. It dawned on me that I am privileged to be able to have access to many different sources of real reporting, and not just opinion, and that even though it sometimes feels as though I'm shouting into the abyss, others are actually listening and observing.

    It does mean that my relationships with some people have changed--although I do try to be as respectful as I can (even though others don't always return the favor), and not for the better, in some cases. But like Edith, I don't think we can afford the luxury of being silent. We have too much at stake, and no matter what "side" we are on, we are all in the same boat for climate change, and world peace, and the stability of our currency and economy, as well our liberty and ability to exercise free speech. The freedoms and rights we are ALL guaranteed under the US Constitution are being tested, and not paying attention is not the right way to go here, despite how uncomfortable it may make us to watch and understand.

    Is that courageous? Or is it self-preservation?

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    1. Karen - it is both. Inter-connected and related; the feeling of one begets the other.

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  10. What a fascinating discussion. I tend to be very NOT brave physically, as a small person, trained to please people. I too wonder what I would do in a given situation, but I also realize that one can develop those resistance muscles. We've done some role playing with our rapid response group at church and have some ideas on what we are going to do in a given situation. The civil rights marchers in the '60s were organized. Rosa Parks, while she acted alone, had trained and participated in a civil rights groups. There's strength in numbers and solidarity.

    I would love to have seen you ordering that patron to leave the library, Jenn!

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  11. Such a timely post, Lucy! I've been asking myself what more can I do under these frightening circumstances. The door to my garage is on the side of the building, not visible from the street if the lights are off. The interior door to the house opens on a small landing with the basement door right there. Someone could come into the house, slip into the basement, and hide in the interior room down there. I've thought it through, I would be willing to hide someone--a family--but then I think--what about my nephew? He's young, would I want to put him in danger of arrest, being shipped off to CECOT because of my choices? Most of all, I think of my dad. He went to war on the other side of the world as a young man, fought to preserve those freedoms we hold dear in this country. I have a loud mouth, I can use that. I can show up to gatherings, write letters, make calls. Give what money I can to groups that are better prepared to fight in the courts, for example. Somehow, it doesn't seem enough. And nothing I do smacks of bravery or courage, just what needs doing as best I can. (Flora)

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