Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Great American Think-Off debates whether free speech is worth the cost

Each year since 1994, the Great American Think-Off board releases a new philosophical question. They put out a call for essays on the topic and require a clear yes-or-no stance. Four finalists are chosen via blind judging by the Think-Off Board. They're deemed America's Greatest Thinkers, the people who wrote the best, most persuasive essays on that year's topic--two arguing yes, two arguing no. I was one of this year's finalists.

2024's question was: Is Freedom of Speech Worth the Cost? 

(I won't publish my essay or or argue the point here because I don't own the rights. To read it and find out if free speech "won," click on this link. My essay is third from the top.)

The finalists then travel to a tiny town in west central Minnesota called New York Mills to participate in a debate. The winner is named America's Greatest Thinker. 2024's question was: Is Freedom of Speech Worth the Cost? 

I've waited for each year's question to be announced for about a decade. Sometimes the question didn't speak to me, sometimes the question was too broad. Sometimes I missed the deadline because life happens. I entered in 2018 when the question was "Which is More Influential in a Person's Life: Success or Failure? I argued for success. I received an Honorable Mention. I was honored. 

I admit that this year's question took me aback. I was surprised (but not shocked) that we're debating whether free speech is worth it, in America, the land of free speech. I would, of course, argue that yes, freedom of speech is worth the cost.

So I wrote my essay, which, except for my husband's eulogy, was the hardest thing I've ever written. My "in-house editor," my husband, had died. Everything I've ever written for publication has passed under his eyes before being sent for submission. It was like writing while being beaten with a grief stick, especially because the contest rules require the essay to have a personal connection to the subject matter, and my personal connection involved the death of one of my dearest friends.

Submissions came from all over the world: 25 percent from international writers, 25 percent from Minnesota, and 50 percent from around the U.S. The blind judging process produced three finalists from Minnesota and one from New Mexico. Random and unusual, I'm told.

Being chosen as a finalist came with a flurry of activity: six weeks of media interviews, headshots and bios. During our weekend in New York Mills, we were welcomed and celebrated at all of the events planned by the smart, interesting people of this small town devoted to art and the dying practice of civil debate.

The winners are determined by audience vote. It was live-streamed on YouTube (it's still there), but no remote voting was allowed. I was knocked out in the first of two rounds by the eventual winner. I was a free speech absolutist in a place where I don't think that was valued, and there was definitely room for improvement in my first-ever debate performance.

I was disappointed that I didn't bring home the gold medal, but I was proud to have been chosen to debate. I did my best despite huge mental and physical obstacles: 

  • Layers of grief (the above-mentioned losses and arriving for the first day of "Think-Off Weekend" for a solo stay in a quaint bed and breakfast on what should have been our 38th wedding annniversary). 
  • I slipped (dislocated) two ribs an hour before taking the stage due to the rigors of a solo road trip with a rare genetic condition that makes my bones loose. I realized I couldn't take a deep breath without visibly and audibly shuddering. I couldn't project my voice and thought, "I'm going to have to eat that microphone so people can hear me." Someone asked, "You went through with the debate with dislocated ribs?" Of course I did. 
  • Feeling like one of very few conservatives in town while knowing I was the only conservative in the debate.
  • I'm a full-time caregiver, which is a 24-hour job. I hadn't had a full night of sleep in six months. It's really hard to retain information in a chronically sleep-deprived state. I was given five nights of sleep in the days before the debate, for which I'm forever grateful.

I'm not proud of much these days, but I'm proud of myself for this. In my third year of widowhood, I've been challenging myself to do hard things. Alone. I got to debate one of the most consequential questions of our time because I wrote this essay and went through with the debate despite gales of wind blowing in my face during every step. And I did it anyway. I did what I think we should all do: I excercised my right to free speech because I possess it. 

For now.