This is one of my favorite examples of someone simply refusing to continue playing along with the injustice that surrounds us.  As a white man from a middle-class background ... what have I done that is brave?  I don't ever really think of myself as brave.  Like, maybe taking a mouse by the tail and removing it from the house?  Or is brave something more like, moving into a small cheap house in a poor "integrated" neighborhood, where there are occasionally crack houses and shootings?  This facilitated our quitting our desk jobs, which facilitates spending more time at home, which facilitates permaculture and unschooling. 

What are ways I've stopped playing along?  Besides quitting working full time?  And radically reducing consumption, and eliminating television and fnordy magazines and ... oh, I feel like I'm bragging about how radical my life is.  I've never risked getting my ass kicked just for sticking to my seat in the bus, or sitting at a lunch counter, or drinking from a Whites Only drinking fountain.  What is brave?

Walking into a Nation of Islam Bookstore and Research Center, telling them about the Moorish Orthodox Church, and handing them Michael Muhammad Knight's book Blue-Eyed Devil?  Taking in a traumatized infant on 48 hours' notice, our first child, not knowing if we'd be her foster parents for a week or adoptive parents for a lifetime?

Biking with my daughter at dusk during rush hour?  Or is that foolhardy?