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This is Hidden Brain, I'm Shankar Vedantam. When Sara Najarian was about 10, his pastime was collecting baseball and basketball cards, these were hard to come by in Cyprus, where he grew up. So when Sarah's cousin pestered him to share his cards with her, he always said no.


But she didn't give up as she pestered and begged and pleaded, it came to a boiling point where I got so angry that. Everything blacked out. And I slapped a really hard. Saros arm seemed to act of its own volition. A second later, I came back into the reality and I saw her crying and had no idea what I had done. Hannah Reed experienced something similar at the same age. She was a budding environmentalist with a peace ecology flag hanging on her bedroom wall.


One afternoon, she heard the cracking of trees and a low rumble. She realized that her neighbor was knocking down trees to build himself a shorter driveway. He was using a bulldozer. This neighbor came up the road in the bulldozer and was pushing over trees and something in my head just snapped. Paula's dad had brought a machete in his travels to South America without thinking. Paula seized the weapon. Its blade was about as long as her arm in shorts and bare feet.


She climbed up on the bulldozer and swung the blade. Metal struck metal as Paula rained down, blows. The bulldozer stopped, then retreated. Paula chased after it, cutting ribbons in the air with the machete. I have no idea where that came from, but I was in a complete wild red rage. Today on the show, while red rage, the moments when we suddenly snap an animal, furies erupt within us. Such rage can harm others, it can harm us.


It's easy to think we'd be better off without such wrath. But as blind as uncontrollable anger can be, it turns out we would be worse off without it. The deep logic of irrational rage this week on Hidden Brain. In order to support our show, we need the help of some great advertisers and we want to make sure those advertisers are ones you will actually want to hear from.


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Just Cavender always thought of herself as a timid person, timid to the point of pushover.


My brother wasn't shy about telling me that I was a doormat for most of my life, and I didn't want to see myself as a doormat. But I also didn't have evidence to the contrary.


In elementary school, for example, just saved up years of pocket money and birthday cash, storing her savings in a music box.


Her dream, a much coveted trampoline. Finally, one day she had enough money, she and her dad drove to Sam's Club. I bought this trampoline and I was so excited until her trampoline was taken over by intruders.


My two siblings, my older brother and younger sister would bounce on the trampoline as well. And sometimes I couldn't get it to myself the way I'd like it.


Just as siblings didn't just hog the trampoline, they treated her as if she were an unwelcome guest.


Just try to get her dad to step in instead of helping, he offered her some advice.


My dad suggested to me that I, you know, charge them to use the trampoline since it was my trampoline and I had done all the work to save for it, that I should charge them a fee to use it.


He might as well have suggested she punch someone in the face. Her siblings didn't even bother arguing with her. They just ignored her.


I don't know how I would have ever enforced charging twenty five cents for my siblings to use that. They certainly would just be like, no, walk past me and get on the trampoline.


Just did not experience the slights with fury. She accepted them with resignation over the years.


There were other moments like this, moments that would have sparked anger in some people, but just usually kept her cool.


Until one night, years later, when she didn't. She was in graduate school living with two roommates in off campus housing.


It has all of the the trimmings of being sort of college living where you're paying for a lot and not getting very much and people are packed in. Late one night, Jess was jolted awake by a sound I hear heavy footfalls going down the stairs. Jess immediately thought she knew what had happened, her roommate Kim had torn her Achilles tendon and was wearing a boot, just figured that Kim had fallen on the stairs.


She leaped out of bed, threw on her robe and opened her bedroom door. Her other roommate, Shelby, opened her door. At the same time, she'd also heard the noise. She's looking at me and I'm looking at her, and Kim's not at the bottom of the stairs, so we both just run down the stairs to see what had happened. Well, the both of us arrive at the bottom of the stairs in a very large man with my kitchen rag held over his face comes wheeling out of the kitchen with a gun pointed at us.


The first thing just took in about the man was his size, he was at least six foot five, he was about a head taller than she was. All I could see was his eyes. The glare of his eyes were yellow. And aside from that, really, I was staring at the barrel of the gun. The man yelled, Where's the money, get the money, go upstairs, standing there in her robe with a gun pointed at her head just did not snap.


Instead, her mind became cool and analytical. What could she do to get out of the situation out of the corner of her eye? She noticed a movement. Another man had emerged from a side room. And I know that they want something valuable and I have nothing. I'm aware that I have no cash. I have no TV screens. The man with a gun motioned for the two women to go up the stairs, presumably to fetch their wallets.


Be normally a ball of energy had gone. Still, I discovered that she's frozen. She isn't blinking. She's not looking at me. She's not moving. So I. I put my hand on her back and I say, everything's going to be OK. We're going upstairs. Just give them what they want. As Jess and Shelby climb the stairs, the robbers came up behind them. One of the guys puts his hand on my butt to, like, push me, and that's when.


It occurred to me that something sexually violent might happen. Still just felt no rage, the second robber took Shelby into her room, the first man, the one with a gun, followed Jess into her bedroom and he's yelling, get on the bed.


And that's when the sort of thought, there's no way in hell that I will get on this bed. Not for anything. It's a second story building. I probably would have jumped out of the window before I actually got on the bed. Just kept thinking, what could she give the man to make him leave? And I'm looking around my room and I'm looking for something of value, I, I have stacks of books, I have dance clothes, I have all sorts of things that could not possibly, in my mind, register giving to him.


I'm just looking around for something valuable to give to him so that he will leave. And I look down and I see my camera. The camera she used for work, now my camera is the main way that I provide for myself, and that's how I was making enough money to really to feed myself. And so that represented to me my livelihood, my survival. I had a split second emotional response to it, thinking, no, he doesn't get that, and that's when everything changed, just did not snap when two men invaded her home.


She didn't snap when one of them touched her. She didn't snap when she was forced at gunpoint into our bedroom and told to get on the bed. But when she realized the robber might take her camera, that's when I realized this person has no right to come in here and to demand my things or to even be in my space. That was really the first time that I had a strong response to this person violating me.


I looked at the gun, just squarely faced him in a way that I don't think I've ever done to anyone and said, get out, get out of my house. You do not belong here. Jess could hear the man's accomplice in the other room shouting, shoot her, shoot her. Just spotted her cell phone. She grabbed it, the robber saw what she was doing. And as I got my hand on it, he jumped on top of me and we're rolling on the floor fighting each other.


He's using one hand to try and pry the cell phone out. And I'm using the same hand that's on the cell phone to dig my fingernails into his skin.


And then the other hand, to try and pry the gun out of his hand, something Primeau stored inside. Yes, she was suddenly consumed by blinding rage. His chest is on my back.


His arms are around my my arms. He's completely sort of crouched over and around me as we're, you know, falling on our sides. And I'm kicking and scratching.


And the one thought flooding her mind, not survival. Don't let him win.


Somehow that mattered. I was using every ounce of my physical strength and not caring that I was inflicting pain and actually being like, that's fine. That that's the point. If to get this phone back out of his hand, I don't know why I was more focused on the phone than the gun, but I was the second robber barged into the bedroom. They were not two of them in the room, but she had no thought for risk or danger.


Something new had taken over.


I just started screaming a full on high pitch bloodcurdling screech of a scream. And apparently my scream was so loud that I woke up one neighbor who was wearing headphones and then the other neighbor who was asleep on the other side. The men were so startled by the screams that they took off one grabbed Jess's laptop on his way out. Jesus Scream woke up her other roommate, unbelievably, Kim had slept through the whole thing. And she opened the door and says, you know what's wrong?


And I was like, call the police. In that moment, just Cavender, who had lived her life as a timid person, had no sense that she had acted out of character. All that unfolded was in no way, shape or form unnatural or surprising to me in the moment, it was what needed to happen.


I wasn't surprised at myself until but later when I was like, I can, for the life of me, believe that I looked at a guy who's holding a gun at my head and decided that I was going to yell at him. Or fight. Yeah, or fight. Jessi's story reveals a strange truth about our capacity for fury. It often arrives without warning, it seems to have a mind of its own. We can ignore serious provocations for years and then boom, we snap.


Only later do we look back at our actions in wonder.


When we come back, understanding the triggers that can push even the most mild mannered among us to see red. Stay with us. A defining quality of wild red rage is that it often comes out of nowhere, it takes over our minds and deprives us of reason and logic. When Jess Cavendish lost it and literally fought a robber who had a gun pointed at her head, she took a very serious risk.


She and her roommates could have ended up dead.


In retrospect, you could say it was foolhardy and irrational. All this presents a mystery. It's taken millions of years of evolution to produce the human brain. It has an exquisite capacity for reason and logic.


Why would natural selection install a circuit breaker to undermine our capacity for logical thinking?


Doug Fields has long puzzled over this question, his interest in rage grows out of his fascination with the brain, but it's also based on an unforgettable personal experience. The story, he told me, has the ring of a Hollywood thriller, but with a catch. Doug, our leading man, is not a musclebound hero.


He's a neuroscientist and not just any neuroscientist, but a walking stereotype of a neuroscientist. Here's his daughter, Kelly.


Feels like we'd be watching a movie together and there's some sort of car accident or some, you know, big scene going on. And he'll just sort of chime in and be like, wow, you know, you can't see the shadow behind that plant in the corner anymore.


Did you notice that they changed the lighting for no reason, even though it's the same scene? And I'd be like, no, actually, I was watching the car accident.


So, yeah, just very sort of typical nerd is five foot seven and weighs maybe 135 pounds, glasses, thin hair.


I don't think Sean Connery or, you know, Matt Damon. You got to think of Woody Allen here. In 2007, Doug was scheduled to go to Barcelona to present some research at a neuroscience conference. He decided to turn a work trip into a father daughter vacation and took Caylee with him. She was 17. He was 57. Their first stop was Paris waiting in line to the Eiffel Tower.


Kelly got a new glimpse into how her dad's mind worked.


A couple came up to us and was speaking perfect English with American accents, and they were very nice and I just noticed they were standing too close to us. I kept glancing behind us, sort of like, why are you standing so close? And I noticed this woman's hand near his pants. And then I look again and I notice his pocket is unzipped. And I just sort of whispered to my dad, I think they're trying to rob you.


Doug was completely unfazed. My dad informed me that that was a decoy wallet. Your dad had a decoy wallet. You are just as surprised as I was.


I was like, what? He had this special wallet that he would keep in his front pocket. It was special because the way it was cut to fit into his front pocket and that was his wallet. So I'm blowing all your covers down. And he had a fake wallet in his back pocket with not a lot of money in it and a few fake credit cards.


Doug came up with a strategy many vacations ago.


You know, when you travel, it's a wise idea not to have all your money and credit cards in one place. You know, you can get robbed or mugged. And so the idea is, you know, if it's a pickpocket and they get a wallet that's useless, that doesn't matter.


But if you're if you're mugged, you can hand them the wallet or throw it on the ground and run.


So that's why I do that for anyone keeping score. That's a neuroscientist one, pickpockets zero.


After visiting the Eiffel Tower, father and daughter went back to their hotel and packed their bags.


The next day, they took the metro to the airport.


And this is when Doug broke one of his cardinal rules.


I violated my rule of having money in multiple places because TSA makes that difficult when you have to go through inspections. So I figure we're just going to take the ride to the airport.


So I had everything in my wallet, everything in one wallet we got on the metro, lots of people.


Then we came to a stop and everybody on the metro train left except one lady who looked very sympathetic at us. And I felt that my wallet was gone. They had lost their money and credit cards. That's neuroscientist Juan Pickpockets one. Doug and Kelly still had their passports, so they were able to get on their flight to Barcelona where Ducks Conference was being held.


If you have your wallet stolen in Europe, how do you check into a hotel? What are you going to do? What ultimately happened is I managed to reach my brother in the United States and he arranged to wire us cash.


My brother had picked this place for us to get money kind of at random on the Internet, and Doug and Kelly got in a cab and gave the driver the address of the bank where they were to pick up the money. It wasn't a bank. So we got in a cab, took us way out of the Barcelona tourist area to the most seedy neighborhood you've ever seen. As vacant shops and trash strewn streets replaced sprawling parks and cafes, father and daughter got more and more anxious.


Our adrenaline is like coming out our ears already because we've just been pickpocket and had all the stress. And we we end up in a seedy part of town at an Internet cafe. And it was just a small, dingy building full of really big men.


Basically, the burly man was staring at a TV when Doug and Kelly entered, the man silently turned to watch. Doug went up to the cashier, gave him this receipt. He reaches in his pocket, pulls out this wad of money and starts peeling off, you know, a thousand dollars or something.


And we were just standing there sort of looking at them like, are you contacting your friends to come and rob us, Kelly?


And I just know we're going to get robbed again. It was terrible.


They didn't get robbed. The cab stayed there. We got in the cab and then we went back. The next morning, they resolve to put the unpleasantness of the previous days behind them. Doug, I had to give a talk at the conference that afternoon, in the morning, he and Kelly decided to visit a famous Barcelona cathedral. Now, it would seem like too much bad luck to get robbed again, but we're coming up the steps of the metro station and suddenly I felt this tug at my pant leg and I slapped the zipper pocket above my knee and my wallet was gone.


This wasn't a decoy wallet. It was the real thing with all the cash that Doug's brother had wired him from the United States.


Something snapped inside the 57 year old neuroscientist. He was done being used as a portable ATM by European thieves. I shot my arm back. The robber hadn't gotten far. He was right behind Doug. He started to turn away from me and I snagged him in the crook of my arm. He had the robber around the neck. Now what? Doug didn't have to ask himself the question. His arm seemed to know what to do. I flipped him over my hip to the ground on the pavement and jumped on his back and put him in a chokehold, and then this thought bubbles up to my cerebral cortex.


What are you doing? If you're Rob, you should give him the money. But I was sort of just like a spectator in this whole thing. Kelly, who was a couple of pieces in front of Doug, turned around to see something she never expected to see in all her life. Wild red rage from her father.


And I see my dad choking this random person. He has this young guy in a headlock. And I was just looking at him like, what is going on? Then I hear my dad yell my wallet. And when he says my wallet, I knew instantly what had happened, somebody and pickpocket him again.


So I'm on the ground with this guy and he's in his 20s. I'm just thinking back to watching my kids wrestle and I'm trying to do what they do. I'm taking control. I got to keep this down, keep him pinned. And I yell, call the police, call the police.


I've got him. And there's no no reply. And then from my perspective on the ground, all I saw were men's feet circling around me. And I didn't realize they were all part of a gang. The thief somehow managed to fling Doug's wallet toward an accomplice. It was now Kelly's turn to do something crazy. The next thing I see is a woman's hand flying through the air, and I recognize that is Kelly Kelly was captain of the ultimate Frisbee team at that time, and she's doing a full on layout on a solid concrete to deflect the disk, you know, and taps the wallet into my outstretch right arm.


And I sort of jump up to my feet and I'm looking around like, OK, now what? And I see these big guys and I watch I follow the gaze of one of these guys. I follow his eyes as he looks down on the ground. And I see that he sees my dad's BlackBerry.


And as I'm locking eyes with him, I jumped on my dad's BlackBerry just like a football player with like grab a football or something, which is a funny image to me because it was just a BlackBerry.


So I'm like on the ground hugging this little BlackBerry.


And I'm like, Dad, I got your phone and I'm yelling because there's now a circle of men around me and I can see through their feet. There's a circle of men around my father as well. And he has his wallet and he knew the next move and that was to let the guy go.


That's neuroscientist's to. Puckett's one. When I let the band go that I had in the chokehold, he scooted away on his back, kind of like on his, but sort of like a crab.


And he pointed at me going crazy man, crazy man. And I'm staring eye to eye with, like, the ringleader and all these other guys and, you know, so what am I going to do now?


I had so much adrenaline going, which I've never felt before. I was ready to throw him into his accomplices and knock him down the steps into the metro station. And there was no question whether I could do that or not.


And then, yeah, really pretty well dressed elderly man with a cane just sort of walks up really casually and said, yeah, he's no crazy go and they are flat, you know, like a bunch of birds leaving a telephone wires, something. They were just like, poof. And I'm just sort of like trying to process it all, like what just happened.


Oh, my dad must be a spy, of course. And he just like, did some spy things when that guy stole his wallet. He's not really a scientist at all.


Doggin Kellie's tumbled away from the scene and their hearts were racing. My dad says, you know, we have to get a knife. And I was like, what?


OK, now I'm concerned. That's like a horrible idea on multiple levels. That's a really bad idea, you know? And I couldn't believe that my father, who I had only ever seen, use knives for, like cutting vegetables or firewood, was now suggesting, like, we need to go get a weapon. And I was sort of like, OK, I need to step in. And the decision making process, that's insane. We're not getting a knife.


Doug was sure that they were being tracked by members of the street gang. And it turns out he was not being paranoid. He and Kelly really were being followed.


Now, it turned into a scene out of like a spy movie. We're running down back alleys, we're running through restaurants, going into shops, going in one door, out the back door, and so we go into a different shop and I bought this like skirt so we could try and change clothing, which was really bizarre. And it's funny that we thought that would help.


And we get out of the store and I remember seeing another person walking towards us on one side of the street and then a group of men walking towards us on the other side.


And my dad just goes, we need to cross the street, ready? Go like no conversation. And we just started booking it across this crowded road and we run across the street. Realized these people are following us for sure. We see them now crossing the crosswalk to come to our side of the street again. And we're like, what do we do? And he goes, let's get a taxi. And we run into the street and he like hits the hood of a taxi driving by, you know?


And he's like, we need to get in. When they got out of the taxi, they still hadn't shaken the robbers. They jumped in another cab and asked the driver to get them the hell out of Barcelona. Ben went to the. Next city with hundred and seventy year old cab fare, I still remember. It was here far outside of Barcelona, that dog's heart rate started to slow and his normal logical brain came back online. He couldn't believe what he had just done.


He's like, I should have given them my wallet.


That's crazy. Why did I do that? Why was I doing that? Like, never do that. If this ever happens to you again, you know, give me your wallet.


Dog's behavior described him as a father, but it also described him as a neuroscientist who thought he had a good handle on how the brain worked on how his own brain worked. From a neuroscience perspective, how does this happen that you can instantly do this aggression without even being aware and it's all unconscious? If something in my environment could cause me to suddenly risk life and limb with no conscious thought, I wanted to understand how that worked at a neuroscience level, what's going on in the brain.


The question again was why evolution, which is sculpted our brains and bodies to be scaled survival machines would preserve systems in the brain that cause us to act with unthinking haste and violence, haste and violence that can place our own lives at great risk.


Dog eventually realized that the answer lay in the question itself. It was all about speed. The conscious brain is too slow and it doesn't have the capacity, so when you're faced with a sudden threat like a fist thrown to your chin, you have to respond. Faster than the conscious brain can handle it, there are lots of things that can be done slowly, but surviving an immediate threat is not one of them.


When you're dealing with a predator or some other imminent danger, you have to act fast. So nature has developed high speed pathways to the amygdala. All our senses go there before they go to the cortex, which is where we have consciousness. And that's so you can have this rapid response to a real threat.


Now, we've all experienced this. It's you're on the basketball court and in a wayward basketball comes toward you. And you you duck and turn and you bat it away and then you go.


What was that your unconscious mind detected because the visual input went first to your amygdala, that something was in your visual space that shouldn't be there, sort of like a motion detector.


But not only that, then put you on a very definitive course with a complex behavior.


You think about the behavior where you turn and you intersect this thing and you batted away rational thought isn't just unhelpful when that basketball is hurtling toward you.


It's actually counterproductive. Being deliberate can end up getting you smashed in the face.


But Short-circuiting logic creates dangers, especially when you're in the grip of an emotion like rage.


You can literally stop thinking about your arm as your arm.


It becomes a weapon that can be wielded, deployed, sacrificed. The brain's threat detection mechanism, which is highly controlled to engage in a violent, aggressive interaction, risks life and limb.


Most of the time we are well served by being logical and deliberate, but on rare occasions it's helpful to act with unthinking haste. The operative word here is rare. What Dog has found is that wild red rage erupts in very specific situations, often when you're defending your most vital interests.


The brain controls this response, so that's only tripped by very specific triggers.


Doug says. Most of these triggers are related to our basic needs. For example, you can easily imagine an animal or a human reacting with protective rage when its own life is in danger, life or limb.


If you're attacked, you will fight back. There's nothing to lose. All animals will do that. Another thing most animals will do protect their young. You know, the rule never get between a mama bear and her cub. And while you're at it, don't try to steal her dinner resources.


That was the other thing that was tripped on my wall. It got snagged. Even a family puppy will snap at your hand. If you get too close to the dish, the list goes on. Don't try to take my mate. Don't encroach on my territory. Don't corner me.


If an animal's trapped, you will use aggression to to break free. I mean animal and trap Alturas Legoff that.


But some of the human these triggers remind us of a truth. We cannot avoid humans at the end of the day, our animals.


But we are also more complicated than this list may suggest, one story that made an impression on dog involved a man named Ray Young. He was 67 years old and lived in Silver Spring, Maryland, where Doug lived to.


Ray was waiting his turn at a post office one day when he saw what he thought was another customer cut the line. The next thing that happened was unbelievable. He pulled out a knife and started knifing the guy viciously. I went many of his trials and, you know, he had no record of violence. No arrest record is completely out of character.


Ray snapped because he was defending something that is of vital importance to humans. Order in society, this guy broke the rules, he cut in line. We all depend on a functioning social order, a stable rule following society is as essential to our survival as food and shelter. We are willing to fight to maintain such order. And social animals in order to maintain order following the rules. Aggression is what is used. That's still what we use. We use violence.


Now, it's not as if every threat produces mindless rage. Plenty of people see the social order breach or get insulted and don't turn into Rambo.


The threshold for snapping and the drivers of violence can vary between people.


You know, if you grow up in a hostile inner city, you're going to have a hair trigger because you'll be victimized if you're not. We can see those changes in the brain, but that also means you're more likely to, you know, misfire. So sometimes the right thing to do is to, you know, be the Marine in charge after the threat. And sometimes that's going to get you killed.


But as a species, the group as a whole will survive because somebody is going to do one thing and somebody's going to do something else.


Doc says stress is often a factor in sending us over the edge. He sees stress at play and just scavenger's responds to the armed robber. She didn't scream and take her hands into the attacker.


When she first saw him, she tried to appease him.


She had been enduring this for a while and stress was building and a trip that trigger the resource trigger. She said that it was the most valuable thing in her life that she depended on for food and everything was her camera and they weren't going to get it.


Now, there is a wrong lesson you can draw from this account of rage, you could say, look, just lost it, and because she became enraged, she managed to save her camera.


Doug was furious at being robbed and his rage allowed him to take his wallet back from the Barcelona thieves.


These examples suggest that rage always results in good outcomes, that you end up better off when you violently lose your temper. What this misses is that literally no one in their right mind will tell you to attack a man with a gun or to take on a street gang in a foreign country.


Risking your life to save some money or to protect a camera is the very definition of crazy. When we come back, why you can't understand the deep logic of blinding rage by looking only at situations where things turn out well for you. Mohamed Bouazizi was sick of the police and their demands for bribes. He was a produce seller in the city of Sidi Bouzid in Tunisia, in North Africa. The harassment felt endless. On a Friday morning in December 2010, Mohammed had an encounter with the police.


Years later, there are still varying accounts of what happened. According to some, a cop confiscated the scales that Mohammed used to sell his produce. Others said an officer wouldn't let him set up his stand. Some accounts said Mohammed was slapped or perhaps kicked. The street vendor did what citizens are supposed to do. He went to the authorities to protest his mistreatment, but when he got to the government building to lodge a complaint, he was barred from entry.


Mohammed was gripped by an intense feeling of injustice. And then. He snapped, he draws himself with gasoline, standing in front of the government building that it shut the door on him. He struck a match and set himself ablaze. One of the last things onlookers heard from him with these words, how do you expect me to make a living? By the time the fire was doused and Muhammad was rushed to a hospital, Burns covered 90 percent of his body.


He died a few weeks later. History shows the self destructive power of wild red rage. But it also reveals the hidden logic of Feri. Thousands of Mohammad's fellow Tunisians showed up at his funeral on social media. He was dubbed a martyr. Members of the crowd shouted, Farewell, Mohammed, we will avenge you. We weep for you today. We will make those who caused your death.


We will. Ten days after Mohammed's death, with escalating protests around the country, the president of Tunisia ended a 23 year autocratic reign and fled the country. Within weeks, protests in Tunisia spread to other Arab countries in what came to be known as the Arab Spring. It is the end of an era in Tunisia. President Hosni Mubarak has stepped down. Libya's ousted.


Neuroscientist Doug Fields has found that we are capable of fury when we want to defend our lives or protect family or God resources, rage can be triggered when we want to maintain the social order.


It also serves another useful purpose, rage acts as a signaling device.


If you look at the long history of social protests, it's just clear that powerful emotions like anger and rage have a huge and have had a huge role to play in galvanizing people, motivating them, bringing them together in movements towards increased justice.


This is a mere Sreenevasan, a philosopher at the University of Oxford.


AMEA recognises that rage does have costs, but she wants us to remember that it can be useful to communities, causes and individuals.


Anger can play this clarifying role for myself, so it can help me understand what's going on right. It can make me come to certain kinds of moral and political realizations I didn't have before I come to realize there's actually an injustice at work. The benefits of anger don't stop with the clarity it brings to us as individuals. Getting angry can act as a certain kind of warning signal to other people.


And in fact, there's a lot of social psychological evidence that suggests that getting angry can be an effective means of changing other people's behavior.


Right counter to the kind of standard liberal understanding where calm group deliberation is the only way to get people to change. Actually getting angry sometimes is an effective social signal to motivate other people.


In fact, Amir argues, it's important when we talk about fury to distinguish between what might be counterproductive or even harmful to individuals in the short run and the usefulness of that theory to movements, groups and causes, individual anger can often spread and become communal anger and collective anger and collective anger has extraordinary forms.


She asked me to think of an example in an interpersonal setting. Imagine the scenario you're in a romantic relationship and your partner cheats on you.


I mean, it might be that getting angry at your cheating lover just encourages that cheating lover to cheat more.


And if your lover were to say to you, well, you shouldn't get angry at me because it just makes me cheat more.


I mean, that's an infuriating response.


And it's infuriating because it it treats your anger as as just an instrument, an instrument for encouraging or discouraging his or her behavior, whereas, in fact, anger, like other moral emotions, is something that makes a claim about the world.


An angry spouse does more than show her displeasure at infidelity. She's also sending a signal about the kind of behavior we think is appropriate in a society in interpersonal relationships.


Her anger sends a message to other spouses.


Obviously, this is not happening at a conscious level, rage can prompt you to take a stand about something and make you incur personal costs by short-circuiting reason, it makes you ignore those costs. Your actions might be personally harmful, but it can help the group to which you belong. This is why natural selection might conserve such behavior. We have these circuits because we need them. We have violence because unfortunately we need them. We don't call it snapping when the outcome is good, then we call it heroism or quick thinking.


One example of unthinking rage that can produce personal harms and societal benefits comes from something I've noticed on the road, including in my own behavior.


Let's say I'm driving on a highway and the lane is narrowing.


There's a sign that says the lane is merging left in a thousand feet. So I follow the sign and much left, but lots of cars behind me don't march. They zoom ahead and merge in front of me, basically jumping the line. I like to think of myself as a cool headed person, but in situations like this, I sometimes move my car into the side lane and hit the brakes to prevent the side ZUMAR from cutting ahead. It's crazy.


I'm not a police officer. I'm in a tiny sedan with a bunch of SUVs on my tail. But when I block these cars, I'm sending a signal, a costly signal. I'm saying I am willing to incur personal costs to enforce a social norm.


So imagine lots of people were protesting in precisely the way that you protest on the road than it would have a huge effect on people's driving behavior, a huge positive effect on people's driving behavior.


Rage, in other words, can be productive not because it benefits us or our individual self-interest, but because it helps the groups to which we belong. Rage, in fact, may be one way that nature gets us to prioritize the interests of our groups over our narrow self-interest. By disabling logic and empowering reason, we can be prompted to do things that we would never do if we were only looking out for ourselves. So somebody violates a social norm and we become angry, and again, anger is preparing to fight.


And as we know, sometimes these turn out tragically, people get into a fight on the road and pull out a gun. Acting in the interests of a group is not always the right or virtuous thing. Terrorist organizations have long used rage as a recruiting tool for new followers. The anger of partisan politics can cause us to think more about the well-being of narrow groups like our political parties, rather than the well-being of larger groups like our nation.


Fury can drive massacres, wars and genocide. All this leaves us in a bind if we were to eliminate rage or to logically determine when to get angry, we lose the speed and potency of sudden anger.


But when we allow our furies to flare unchecked, we can cause senseless damage to ourselves and others. Centuries ago, the philosopher Aristotle said anybody can become angry.


That's easy but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose and in the right way, that is not within everybody's power and is not easy.


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