Saturday, February 23, 2013

WHY I WRITE

WHY I WRITE


James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.

© February 23,2013

REFERENCE:

Someone commented on my blog regarding my most recent essay (A Way of Looking at Things: “Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer”) with the question and comment, “Why do you write these essays? You can’t be making much money doing this.”

I often get comments on my blog and invariably they are anonymous. By the accident of this gargantuan task I committed myself to, of going through my clutter of literally thousands of pieces of published material over the past quarter century, and scores of unpublished works, including several book sized manuscripts, I occasionally come across something that surprises, no, astounds me, something that I have kept, but forgotten I had. In this case, it was an e-mail from a reader.

Novelist Don DeLillo claims writers write to save themselves as individuals. I can relate to that. More basically, however, I believe I write to ease the discomfort if not the pain of those living in these most tumultuous times.

We are culturally programmed to be so self-estranged that denial of our circumstances fails to cover it, alas, if we ran into ourselves in the mall chances are we would smile as if at a stranger.

On September 26. 2004, a reader wrote an e-mail to me after reading the Peripatetic Philosopher’s essay, “Who Put You In The Cage?” It is apparent that he has embraced his resistance to self-knowing, and is not afraid to admit it.

A READER WRITES:

When I encountered your essays originally, they “resonated” with me. I was feeling very much alone in my thoughts. It was very comforting to me that your thinking and analysis was consistent with what I was feeling, that the world was stark raving mad, not me.

You were ahead of your time, and maybe I was, too. It’s hard to know what others are experiencing or feeling, they are just too damned careful about revealing their thoughts, afraid in fact.

Today, I find more and more people willing to admit that they are fed up with the whole system and ready to do something about it. Most don’t know who to blame. Tragically, they don’t trust their own feelings or judgement. Reading your material is confirmation, I believe.

It is difficult for me to pick only a few essays (of the Peripatetic Philosopher). I like them all. These are some of the ones I have read:

Corporate Culture

Being Your Own Best Friend

Staying Employable in an Age of Downsizing

Leadership & Excellence in the 21 Century

Survivor’s Manual

Dealing with the Crazy 90s

Organizational Development

Advent of the Professional Worker

The Critical Need for a New Paradigm of Organization

The Lost Soul of the Engineer

Career Story: The Case of Hamilton Madison

The Cage

Who’s in Charge?

The American Worker and the Phantom Challenge

Parable of the Cage

Shifting Management Paradigms

Killing the Spirit

Victim, Inc.

Morale Management

Customer Expectations

A Letter to Ordinary

Words are Dead

A World Without the Power Elite

People are Different, but Predictably Different

Wake Up Call

Education?

Seductive Selling

Betrayal

Human Nature and Work

Conflict Management

OD is DA

War Room of the 1990s

America Asleep

The New Plague

Why Care

Difficult People

DR. FISHER COMMENTS:

As I’ve said elsewhere, we are all authors of our own footprints in the sand, heroes of the novels inscribed in our hearts. Writing is a way of making contact with an audience of one, ourselves, thus overcoming our bondage to loneliness, meeting that self as our new best friend. When the reader connects with what the writer has written, he or she connects with that audience of one. It was Cervantes that said, “There’s no book so bad that something good may not be found in it.” That is because the reader scripts the material to fit the reader’s own novel.

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Friday, February 22, 2013

A WAY OF LOOKING AT THINGS: NO. 33 --- Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer!

A WAY OF LOOKING AT THINGS: NO. 33 – Keep Your Friends Close and Your Enemies Closer!




James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.

© February 22, 2013



REFERENCE:



Not since March 4, 2005 have I published an essay in this series. That last essay, No. 32 was titled, “Religion and the Ways of Man.”



We have had an uncommon shift in “the ways of man” in terms of sensibility, sociability and civility since that time.



Our society teeters on the brink not so much of economic collapse as social conflict and disintegration. Chaos and conflict, distrust and mischief disrupt our lives by innuendo, lies, deceits and rumors. Personality assassination has become fader for the electronic social media.



Since 9/11, we have retreated from our best inclinations into combative paranoia. We no longer trust human nature to be human.



This distrust has given birth to the idea that terrorists or miscreants lurk around every corner, justifying personal arsenals and police in every school. At the very least, it is reasoned; school principals should be armed with guns and teachers with mace.



A president once said, “The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.” Now fear is our most important product. Fear justifies draconian measures to combat veiled threats with surveillance cameras everywhere complemented by pilotless drones policing the skies.



Trust, temperance and common sense have been the price for this folly.



From my window on the world, people contact me and share their misgivings, apprehensions and insecurities. Often, it is personal and close to my own experience.



KEEP YOUR FRIENDS CLOSE AND YOUR ENEMIES CLOSER



Once, competence, confidence and congeniality were enough to ensure success in one’s chosen profession. That is no longer true. In this contentious climate of avarice, envy, hostility and distrust, a person needs to be on his or her guard as little is, as it seems.



It has taken me a long life to recognize this terrible truth. For in nearly everyone’s inner circle, no matter what the enterprise, Othello’s Iago lurks in the midst. By guile, cunning and ill will, an Iago, armed with disinformation and malicious obedience, can derail a career or a marriage. Iago does this by appearing to be one’s loyal friend when the aim is to compromise or sully one’s reputation by destroying a relationship or a career.



If it hasn’t happened to you, be aware it can at any time. It happened to me more than once in my career, and each time that it did, I retreated into the conceit that no one could hurt me but myself. Not true. People can hurt you when they play Iago and you do nothing.



In my most recent case, now some years ago, as an executive in Europe with an American company, a friend told me that one of my direct reports was going over my head to my superior and whispering Iago like morsels of mischief into his ear, such as I wasn’t happy in my job, I didn’t respect him, and I didn’t do very much. I laughed at this nonsense because none of it was true, and so I did nothing.



Eventually, like Othello came to believe his wife Desdemona was cheating on him, my boss came to the conclusion that I didn’t care. Iago managed to confirm this by giving my secretary a bogus date for an important company social event. When BB and I didn’t show up, it was proof of my insouciance. Matters went downhill from there.



What I should have done, and I share this with readers so that they might nip the situation in the bud should it happen to them, is this:



(1) Explored what my friend was telling me that Iago was saying about me, weighing its credence, not flippantly disregarding it entirely as I did;



(2) Watched Iago closely, a person, who incidentally, was always telling me how great I was and how I was the best person the United States had ever sent to Europe in my position. Taking that with a grain of salt, I should have let Iago know in a subtle way that I knew what he was about;



(3) For damage control, I should have gone to my boss and delicately explored our relationship, gradually coming to the issue of trust, duty, dedication and responsibility, studying his reaction to the surfacing of these concepts vis-à-vis their relationship to my function;



(4) Taking nothing that Iago said at face value, I should have played his game insofar as warming up to him and keeping him as close as humanly possible.



(5) If this failed, I should have sent him back to his home country.



Of course, I did nothing of the sort.



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It is not an uncommon problem. CEO Lee Iacocca at Ford was let go by Chairman of the Board Henry Ford II, after The Ford Motor Company had one of its greatest years ever under Iacocca’s leadership.



“Why are you firing me?” Iacocca asked in exasperation, pointing out Ford’s P&L success. “Well, sometimes,” Ford answered, “you just don’t like somebody.”



Now, it doesn’t take an astrophysicist to see that Iago was lurking somewhere in the midst. But Iacocca, proud, arrogant and self-righteous, didn’t think anyone could hurt him. Somebody always can, no matter how high one flies, and often it is the least suspected individual in one’s firmament.




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Thursday, February 07, 2013

GRANDPARENTS DAY: MUSIC TO THE SOUL IN THE CLASSROOM AND ON THE BASKETBALL COURT!

GRANDPARENTS DAY: MUSIC TO THE SOUL IN THE CLASSROOM AND ON THE BASKETBALL COURT!




James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.

© February 7, 2013

We have been attending the Tampa Preparatory School’s Grandparents Day for years, and have seen our grandson, Ryan Carr, complete his studies there, where his sister, Rachel, is now a junior (this year Grandparents Day was on Friday, February 1, 2013).

Grandparents Day is always a festive occasion as the Head of School, Kevin Plummer, takes pride in showing off the school, students, and teachers. Students work their special magic in a musical variety show in the gymnasium. Once that is completed, everyone retires to the classroom. Grandparents can then see their progeny at work. This is followed by a luncheon. On this occasion, we were able to see Tampa Prep play a basketball game against its archrival Berkeley Prep, winning in an overtime 72-70.

A single theme ran through the day, which was “music to the soul” as these future leaders of tomorrow were efficiently guided through their activities by faculty, coaches, and administrators with unobtrusive Mr. Plummer as their conductor.

The comments that follow are personal and partial for which grandparents are allowed. Excellence is clearly the predicate of the movement of these young people as if they seem to sense that with special privilege comes special responsibility, which is another definition of leadership.

IN THE CLASSROOM – AP CALCULUS

When I was in high school, there was no special designation of advanced placement (AP) courses, although about a score of us out of a class of some 200 took four years of math, four years of science, two or more years of foreign language, four years of English with an assortment of other courses (required or otherwise) of history, social science, psychology and music, home economics, shop, etc.

After taking algebra, geometry, and trigonometry through my junior year, my senior year focused on college algebra, spherical trigonometry and analytical geometry. College algebra is called “pre-calculus” at Tampa Prep, and our Rachel completed that course in her sophomore year. She is now taking “AP calculus,” which I was unable to take until I entered university.

Currently, Rachel’s AP calculus class of some five girls and thirteen boys is studying differential equations in the graphing of functions at the point the tangent line of the x and y axis touches the graphed curve.  The slope of the tangent line equals the derivative of the function at the marked point.

The process of finding a derivative is called differentiation. It has application to nearly all-quantitative disciplines including applications in physics, such as where the derivative of the displacement of a moving body with respect to time is the velocity of the body, and the derivative of velocity with respect to time is acceleration.

Mathematics is often intimidating, especially the mathematics of college algebra and beyond. That was not the case with me as I was blessed with a wonderful math teacher at Clinton High School in Clinton, Iowa by the name of Leonard Herkleman. He made math approachable, understandable and accessible, and for that I am eternally grateful.

MR. BUTCH JALBERT, CALCULUS TEACHER

On this Grandparents Day, we had the privilege of attending a class in AP calculus taught by Mr. Jalbert, who has been teaching mathematics at Tampa Prep for the past 36 years. I felt the same music to the soul here that I felt those many years before in college algebra with Mr. Herkleman.

My BB claims to be intimidated by mathematics. I argue that her problem wasn’t mathematics, as she is quite an effective business manager at Hillel Academy of Tampa (Florida), but not having had access to a teacher whose love of mathematics translated into music to the soul.

On this day, Mr. Jalbert was conducting his normal class in which his students were looking at several graph functions and asked to write the derivative at the marked point of the various convoluted curves.

He also asked the students to explain what they were doing, what the designation was called, and how they would write the derivative. It would be easy for the reader to visualize this were the reader to see the electronic board capturing this magic in the classroom. I say this because my BB said in an aside, “I think I understand what he is doing.” Of course, she did. This was a credit to Mr. Jalbert.

When we were leaving, I thanked this teacher for the fine class. He smiled, “Some of it coming back to you, yes?” I wanted to say, not as much as it would if I had had someone like you in college, but instead just smiled back.

RACHEL CARR

When Rachel was six – she is now sixteen – I used to drive her to the ice skating rink where she was learning to ice skate. It was difficult for her to learn, and she often fell literally on her face, but would pick herself up without crying or embarrassment, struggle to stay on her feet, and continue until she mastered the challenge. I didn’t know then, but I was witnessing what would define my granddaughter’s approach to life.

Mr. Plummer, in a conversation with us after the luncheon, made special note of the brilliant student that Rachel has become, pointing out that she has maximized the benefit of these environs and should be heavily recruited for college. She, like many other students majoring in advanced application courses, should find the transition to university a seamless one in no small way because that six-year-old girl picked herself up from the ice a decade ago without crying and moved on.

During those years of taking Rachel ice-skating, we would have conversations coming and going that became articles in Personal Excellence, a trade publication to which I was then a regular contributor. These articles would feature my picture as well as byline. Rachel would read these articles and say, “Why is your picture always there instead of mine?” I would tell her, “Because I wrote the article.” She would look at me sternly and say, “Don’t you think that is a little unfair? After all, it is not about you. It is about me!” The six-year-old had a point.

ON THE BASKETBALL COURT

It was reassuring to see the magic to the soul in the classroom displayed as well on the basketball court. Similar music is involved in both places.

The mind, heart and soul in the rhythm of the chemistry of the body guide performance in physical and mental activities alike. They require the same attention to detail, the same embracing our natural resistance to pay the price, to confront failure (defeat) in order to entertain success (victory). Neither academics nor athletics are defined exclusively by such arbitrary measures as I.Q. or natural ability. Heart is the defining variable.

It was Wimbledon Champion Arthur Ashe who said many years ago that if athletes applied the same energy to the classroom they did to sport there would be no limit to the profession they might master. Malcolm Gladwell concurs. Stated broadly, he argues in “The Tipping Point” (2000) that 80 percent of influence and power available goes to the 20 percent who repetitively do the things that guarantee such dominance, whereas the other 80 percent share in only 20 percent of the spoils because they refuse to put forth the effort, preferring to complain about their disadvantage.

YONI WASSER

One of the reasons I wanted to attend this basketball game was to see Amy Wasser’s son play basketball. Amy is head of school of Hillel Academy of Tampa. She, like my mother when I played athletics in high school, attends every one of her son’s basketball games. Yoni, on the varsity since a freshman, is now a junior, but not yet a starter.

He is also small compared to many of the other lads, but has never allowed this to interfere with the music to his soul for basketball. In this highly contested game, he played several minutes giving me an opportunity to enjoy seeing him play.

He, like most basketball players, is much more adept at ball handling and dribbling than in my day. Actually, basketball today is a different game.

In my era, there was no three point shot, no dunking, no carrying the ball while dribbling, no taking an extra step before shooting, and no touching another player on defense. If the same rules of my era applied today, I suspect that nearly everyone would have fouled out by the end of the first quarter.

The rule changes have made the game more exciting, faster paced – there were no time limits before shooting in the offensive court – and more entertaining for the fans. Moreover, basketball players today are in much better physical condition than in my era, doing full court presses and fast breaking on nearly every possession. Clearly, players are far more athletic, perhaps because of this, than in my era.

What I found remarkable in Yoni, and he seemed embarrassed when I mentioned this, is that he was a coach on the floor. It was clear that he is a student of the game, spreads the players out when on offense, handles the ball well, while keeping his dribbling to a minimum, always looking for the open man.

On defense, he is so nimbly athletic that he can press his man effectively man-to-man, which not only takes a great deal of agility but energy as well, and can rotate into a zone press with equal alacrity, always keeping himself between his man and the basket.

You can only teach this discipline to a degree, and then the prehensile mind of the player combined with the fluidity of his autonomic nervous system responds athletically to the situation to maximize the advantage of the player. Translated, this is the music to the soul on display on the basketball court, as it was displayed earlier in the classroom at Tampa Prep and, I’m sure, at Berkeley Prep as well.

Student athletics school the body and the mind to be engaged synergistically. Several of these boys on both teams will move on to promising college athletic careers. All players, however, whatever their pursuits in the future, will use the lessons learned here to take them to the next level in life. To that end, I thank them, the faculty, the administration, and Mr. Plummer for making Grandparents Day such a blessing this past Friday.

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Saturday, February 02, 2013

THE DISCONNECTED CONNECTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF ANXIETY!

THE DISCONNECTED CONNECTION OF THE UNITED STATES OF ANXIETY!


James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.

© February 2, 2013


EXORDIUM (An introduction to a treatise or discourse)

Our psyches are constantly peppered with warnings concerning the nature of our times. You see them every day on the opposite page to the editorial page. I invariably go first to the sport’s page of the morning newspaper at breakfast at 5 a.m. to wake up, and then to the op-ed page to get my brain working. The disputation and perturbations of the day here are sometimes quite serious and others quite mundane, but all express the United States of Anxiety. It is a wonder that we ever move off the dime.

Mayor Bill Foster of St. Petersburg (Florida) wrote a column on the op-ed page of the Tampa Bay Times defending his stand of holding the Tampa Bay Rays (Major League Baseball) to St. Pete’s Tropicana Field until 2027, although it has the lowest attendance in the major leagues with less than 300 season ticket holders.

Satirist and sometimes personality assassin Daniel Ruth has had fun with the mayor’s stance in a column on these op-ed pages to which Mayor Foster was reacting in this column. The mayor claimed he deals in facts and not opinions, implying that there is no credence to Ruth’s column or the legitimacy of the Rays’ ownership desiring to move to more economic digs. That ownership has countered playing the fear game suggesting that major league baseball may have no other option than to move the Rays out of Tampa Bay “if” the team is not released from its contract with the city of St. Petersburg through 2027.

Now, I mention this because within opinions there are many facts, and within facts there are selected opinions. In more sophisticated language, opinions and facts represent a combination of cognitive and cultural biases. Few of us, whatever our pedigree, say precisely what we mean, or mean precisely what we say, as these agitations interfere with our perspective and point of view.

It is however interesting to report that opinions or biases, if you prefer, husband data in support of the views of the discriminating minds whenever ideas escape Pandora’s Box of conventional thinking.

Admittedly, baseball is a pretty mundane subject, and if the Tampa Bay Rays choose to leave the bay area, the world will not implode, but the mechanism in play here is just as common to science as well as philosophy, psychology, anthropology, political science and sociology, to name a few serious pursuits.

People who pause to ponder, observe and transform information into thought, with the best of intentions and the most impeccable credentials, can be totally right or totally out to lunch. We make progress in life as well as in sport slowly and not always wisely.

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PERICULUM IN MORA (There is danger in delay.)

Since the 1990s, or for a quarter century, we have been riding a watershed moment to technological explosion, as the computer age, the Information Age has become a train wreck to convention. It is changing us in ways we don’t fully understand but feel powerless to resist the momentum is so strong.

At the end of the 19th century, and by 1913, thanks to the ingenuity and risk taking character of the bicycle mechanic turned automaker Henry Ford, the Model T, which represented the progression through the alphabet of multiple failures (A through S), the socioeconomic and behavioral fabric of society was changed radically. In that year:

(1) Ford was producing 1,000 cars a day, a process Ford established that took worker ownership out of workers’ hands producing to piecework on an assembly line. Workers hated the work so much that quit in droves, making it necessary for the company to constantly retrain workers at considerable expense to the automaker.

(2) Henry Ford came up with the wage of $5 a day and created profit sharing with workers. Thousands turned up to work at Ford, as the wage was double what unskilled workers could make elsewhere. Many were immigrants from more than fifty countries speaking one hundred languages. Ford made conditional of this wage and employment that these workers learn English and adopt the American culture, the majority did. With this move, he created a market for his automobile, quieted the critics of alienation of workers for the monotony of the work, and seeded the incipient working middle class, while Americanizing an eclectic of otherwise splinter groups.

(3) The Model T was accessible to the working class ($800 versus $2,000 for competitors’ models), which gave workers a level of mobility and freedom never known before, and rapidly changed the psychosexual behavior of car owners.

Henry Ford never completed eighth grade, but was a mechanical genius, while his friend, Thomas Edison, never went to school. They were bold visionary, without the breeding or credentials of the gentry, but seeded the twentieth century to reflect their own mental roadmaps. Both men, always in a hurry, never had time to look back, or to second-guess themselves. In contrast, academics and scholars did that for them. Edison gave us 24-hour daylight with his electric power plant, and Ford gave us Detroit that would stir the American economic drink for the twentieth century.

There were 57 American car companies at the beginning of the twentieth century; there are now three. Momentum is everything. He who hesitates is lost. Success is chased by failure to oblivion for most. It is no different at the fin de siecle.

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We find now a cadre of young Turks, often college dropouts, such as Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, redefining this new century with a new set of monumental changes to human existence. Is it more dramatic than the twentieth century? Time will tell.

What is apparent is the introduction of a new impersonal communications universe that introduces a new kind of alienation. Now, it is not work, but the self separated from itself and living in virtual reality. Ron Sachs, a media consultant, writes on the op-ed page of the Tampa Bay Times that there is a “rush towards connected detachment” that a generation of the young is pushing everyone.

While the automobile shrunk distances across the land, Internet technology has shrunk the planet into Hillary Clinton’s “global village.”

Sachs writes, “We’ve largely forgotten what our own handwriting looks like. We are too snug in our modern communications cocoons, opting for exchanges that provide empty soulless solitude rather than enriching human interaction.”

We have a famous Notre Dame football player, Manti Te’o, with a three-year relationship with a virtual reality girlfriend that, once the hoax was exposed, dramatized a new kind of social toxicity. His access to this girlfriend was totally through electronic communication. Sachs continues, this “demonstrates that too many people are living their lives virtually.”

Virtual reality in advanced societies has resulted in fully 80 percent of those able to text from 5 to 75 voluntarily confining themselves to the narrow stalls of technology. It is changing language and expression to the disconnected connection of a miraculous handheld electronic device.

As everything gravitated to the automobile in its myriad of social-cultural vicissitudes, we are in the midst of the same addictive power of the various iterations of the iPod and iPad. More astounding, we are already feeling this impact after only a decade into the twenty first century.

Owen Felltham in “Resolves” (1623) wrote, “Nothing wraps a man in such a mist of errors as his own curiosity in searching things beyond him.” We have evidence of this as we retreat further from each other and ourselves.

HINC ILLAE IACRIMAE (Hence these tears)

Academics and yes, amateurs like myself, try to make sense out of the nonsense of their times. Times change but people remain pretty much the same. They go from victory to defeat to paranoia whatever the age, and seem surprised when they land on their feet.

On these pages, I’ve shared with you the struggle of Gustave Le Bon to penetrate the meaninglessness of the crowd, as did Eric Hoffer a few generations later. I’ve also shared with you the works of Soren Kierkegaard and his search for the common man who his time largely ignored. Most recently, I shared a work of Friedrich Nietzsche and his dichotomy of the “Superman” and “the Last Man” to explain how Western man had tired of an apathetic God he felt he no longer needed.

Remarkable about these men and their works is that they sought the core values of their times, and how environmental factors – technology and science – were forcing men into the safety of the “true believer” crowd, or retreat into conspicuous materialism.

Today, economists and statisticians have replaced such wonderers – mayor Bill Foster would call opinionated – with their hypotheses and replicated verifiable data. The uncertainty principle, however, is more certain in everyday life as well as in science then ever before.

David Brooks is a journalist and columnist for the New York Times, and often appears on the op-ed pages. In his social and political analysis, he is careful not to offend anyone who may see him or herself as a social-political “thinker.”

The dinosaur party, once known as the National Republican Party (NRP), is seen as trying to recover from four years of nay saying to find some kind of relevance by excoriating itself in a current confab meeting somewhere in the dessert.

NRP gutted itself in the recent presidential campaign attempting to make a case about half of Americans not paying any income taxes, and then confounded this problem by managing to insult people of a different lifestyle than conventional, different ethnicity and belief system, thus ensuring defeat at the polls, hence the tears.

The Republican Party is trying to change, says Brooks, but “change is hard because people don’t only think on the surface level. Deep down people have mental maps of reality – embedded sets of assumptions, narratives and terms that organize thinking.” Translation: NRP has no defense against virtual reality except then to deny its existence.

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Enter the economists and statisticians. Brooks mentions economist Mancur Olson and the statistician and social apologist Charles Murray who he implies understand this topography and these demographics. Olson argues in “The Rise and Decline of Nations” (1982) that aging institutions get bloated and sclerotic and retard national dynamism. Notice the metaphor of aging and the central economic issues of the day. Murray insists in “Losing Ground: American Social Policy” (1984) that America is coming apart at the seams, dividing into two nations, one educated and stable with opportunity, the other uneducated and unstable with little opportunity. Like most such thinkers, once they state the obvious they think there work is done, when what they tell us 99 percent of us already know.

Brooks claims most people never change their underlying narratives or unconscious frameworks, but when the Olsons and Murrays of the world come down hard on these frameworks the policies and programs that follow too often make the situation worse or iatrogenic.

Olson and Murray are governed by data that is crafted to make tantalizing sense to materialize into action, whereas Le Bon, Hoffer, Kierkegaard and Nietzsche are mainly -- releasing themselves from the nonsense -- governed by their lights to understand the meaning of the midnight shadows, letting people make of the attention what they will.

Murray wrote a controversial book, “The Bell Curve” (1994), the title coming from the statistical curve of the I.Q. It proved controversial as it argued (in part) the genetic differences in I.Q. between whites and blacks. This argument was featured in only a couple chapters, but enough to have the book denounced by such scholars as Stephen Jay Gould who saw no such differences (see “The Mismeasure of Man,” 1981).

ALEA IACTA EST (The die is cast)

It is what it is, and it is best we embrace our resistance to that fact as history has shown that programs and policies don’t change events, often they simply exacerbate them, people do, and people do when they are ready to change.

Where Olson and Murray, and the others seem to be right is that people, whatever their current predilections, are part of a consistent organic whole. William Faulkner said in his Nobel Laureate speech, “man will not simply survive, man will prevail.” In the 24,000 years that man has walked this earth, he has always found a way to correct his false steps and overcome his anxiety. His disconnected connection is simply the latest self-made hazard to overcome. His constant mantra, resurgam (I shall rise again.) acknowledges this fact, or is it an opinion?

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