I went to high school with Matt Walsh. In 10th grade, I was in his English class. When the class was reading Mark Twain's classic, "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn," he always volunteered to read aloud all the excerpts that had the N word. At some point, the teacher stopped calling on him, but he would always start reading the excerpt anyway, and when reprimanded he would respond by saying it's his 1st Amendment right to say the N word without reprimand. After repeated reprimands and rebuttals claiming his 1st Amendment rights, he was given detention — something he had apparently never gotten before — and he was so worried about his academic career that he peed his pants but only a little bit. Even though it was only a little bit of pee, everybody laughed at him. Except me. Because I saw value in what he was doing, fighting for our free speech rights. So when he had to sit in class after school, I stayed after dismissal and found his room. I walked up to him and thanked him for his service. And after I did, he peed again — just a little bit, in his pants — and he said it was because a girl had never talked to him before. I laughed and said "that's the cost of being a warrior for free speech in America"