When a meeting of the Anti-Slavery Society in New York was broken up by thugs (who attacked the speakers as they left the hall), Lucretia Mott asked someone to escort some of the other ladies through the ruckus. "But who will look after you?" he asked. "This gentleman," Mott boldly replied, taking the arm of the toughest-looking thug. "He will see me safely through." So astonished was the brute that he unquestioningly escorted her safety through the crowd.