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Sunday, February 16, 2014

THE BANALITY OF FRAUD -- REFERENCE A RANT BY A FORMER AT&T CEO


 
A READER WRITES:

 Dear Dr. Fisher,

 Lee Hindery, former CEO of AT&T Broadband, agrees with you about corporate fraud.

 B 

 

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 DR. FISHER RESPONDS:

Thank you for the reference.  I listened to the video which is listed at the end of this missive.  It stimulated some thought to put this in perspective.  Although this is a bit of a rant, it has currency with our present economic climate. 

Not only are CEOs of Fortune 500 companies on average making 400 times average workers, some are making a 1,000 times more.  He traces this to the Reagan years of "trickledown economics.”  But again, he is too specific as this banality of fraud has been evolving since WWII through many presidents and generations of Americans. 

The management class was essentially a new idea in 1941, but WWII brought the idea to fruition.  Evidence is what management accomplished between December 7, 1941, when Japan bombed Pearl Harbor, killing thousands while destroying the nation's 7th Fleet, and thereafter. 

David Halberstam writes in "The Fifties" (1993) that the nation mobilized its industrial mite in a matter of months so that by the beginning of 1943, the United States was out producing all its Allies, as well as the Axis Powers in planes, tanks, jeeps, merchant ships, guns, bombs, destroyers, battleships, submarines and aircraft carriers.  This was management's grandest hour as it directed a sleepy nation out of its slumber and into maximum production. 

WWII would not have been won without the confidence, competence and control demonstrated by management on the home front during those war years.

Once the war was won, the world decimated in the aftermath, only the United States remained fully intact.  This period (1945-1959) produced such leaders as Eisenhower, Dulles, Oppenheimer, MacArthur, Hoover, Nixon, and yes, entrepreneurs Ray Kroc (MacDonald's) and Sam Walton (Wal-Mart). 

Academics would come out of the woodwork to explain this success with theories and paradigms: Douglas McGregor (The Human Side of Enterprise," 1960), Frederick Hertzberg ("Work and the Nature of Man," 1966), Robert Blake and Jane Mouton ("The Management Grid," 1964), Rensis Likert ("The Human Group: Its Management & Values," 1967), Paul Hershey and Kenneth Blanchard ("Management of Organizational Behavior," 1972), Abraham Maslow ("Motivation and Personality," 1970), Peter Drucker ("Management: Tasks, Responsibilities, Practices," 1973).  There were many others, but this is representative. 

These efforts remind me of the infallible authority of encyclicals from the Pope of the Roman Catholic Church.  These authors unwittingly and inadvertently celebrate the infallible authority of management, while suggesting a kinder and gentler approach to that authority. 

Leaders tend to rise in crises and many such leaders rose during and immediately following WWII.  But as Lord Acton has reminded us, "Power corrupts, and absolutely power corrupts absolutely." 

The corruption that Hindery alludes to is quite banal because it rises out of mediocrity, and is based on accumulated wealth, alone, which cannot fathom much less fashion corruption of any other kind.  There is no transformative wisdom here, only the capacity of getting and getting and getting some more.

There is no George Marshall to manage the Marshall Plan or Harry Truman to authorize the Truman Doctrine that saved Europe from communism and accelerated Europe's economic recovery.  These were sage moves that had a bit of humanity to them, but that did not detract from their sagacity. 

On the military management front, my sense history will be extremely kind to the United States through the efforts of General Douglas MacArthur, who allowed the Emperor of Japan to remain on his throne, as he orchestrated Japan's postwar recovery.  MacArthur supported by the president and Congress turned Japan from an enemy into an ally, and eventual genuine competitor.  Can you imagine if such sagacity had been shown in Iraq or now in Afghanistan?

These are splendid moments in our American management history.  But like all good things, they, too, have a short shelf life. 

Moving into the 1960s when I was a young man, and many like me were the first generation in our families to have a college education, opportunity was beyond imagination for those willing to study and work hard.  Coming out of the Great Depression, this generation knew nothing about security blankets or golden parachutes.  If they failed, they knew there would be no one to pick them up, no government hand out.  They were on their own, which meant they were in charge.  They were free.  They would be the last generation ever to know such freedom. 

I write about this generation -- with some amazement -- in A GREEN ISLAND IN A BLACK SEA (2014). 

My boss and I were trained lab rats, he of a fawning disposition and I of a more aggressive nature.  He picked me out of a bunch of comers because together we made a complete man.  He was the velvet glove to my iron fist; he was tentative and I was not.  In another time, he would have remained a brilliant chemist and I a failed one.  But it was the 1960s and companies had no choice but to promote people like us into jobs we never dreamed of having.

Coming from the working class, and seeing how my da had been treated all his life, I never felt comfortable when I made 5 to 10 times what the average worker made, which grew to 15 times -- as Hindery points out -- in the 1960s. 

As does young Seamus "Dirk" Devlin in A GREEN ISLAND IN A BLACK SEA, I retired in my mid-30's because life made no sense to me, not in terms of the money I was making, the duplicity I encountered my work, or the clash in values that was making me go mad.  

My retreat was to write, it was also my therapy.  I was not successful, and so what did I do?  I went back to school like tens of thousands of others like me.  That got me into consulting, which I found as legitimate as the traveling medicine man of yore.  But consulting did get me back into the corporation in 1980.  There I witnessed and then joined the gravy train Hindery chortles about, the gravy train that he now calls "executive pay a CEO fraud."

I got back into the gravy train more by serendipity than anything else.  The corporation was my laboratory as an OD psychologist, and that work brought attention to me, as work as a chemical sales engineer a generation before had done so in a previous life.  This second opportunity confirmed many of my theses developed earlier, and provided fodder for ten books and some 800 articles published in the vernacular of Hindery's rant.

He blames cronyism and greed and fraud, and all obviously apply when CEOs are making on average of 400 times what working stiffs in the trenches are making, but to blame Reagan?  Come on!

In my books, I blame it on “executive creep” and not on "trickledown economics."  This phenomenon started after WWII when managers justified raises and perks by the number of people reporting to them.  Managers, no idiots, found ways to inflate their staffs, as academics have found ways to inflate grades and develop curriculums that have no efficacy as our collective culture tailspins into the river, Styx.  A quarter century ago, I pointed out the problem in Work Without Managers (1991), and you would have thought I was advocating mortal sin.

And as bad as CEOs are, they cannot touch Wall Street.  There are people on Wall Street who make 10,000 times what the average worker makes in New York City.  Hindery mentions that 10 percent control 50 percent of the nation's wealth of a workforce of 156 million, half of whom are underemployed or unemployed, and no longer looking for work.  He doesn't mention that one-hundredth of one percent (0.01%) earners exceed the bottom 90% (New York Times February 12, 2014) in income. 

As you know, I have no political ax to grind.  I am not into protecting workers, who are now mainly professionals, or into bad mouthing managers for the exercise.  I am into pointing out that our economy fluctuates between being lopsided and upside down as if we have too much of a buzz on to know what’s happening.  We are not structured to get better only structured to get worse.   

Capitalism and the status quo of business as usual practices can be traced to Pope Leo X's Roman Catholicism.  Luther’s rant was about the church’s failure to focus on its mission, not on the draconian practices of feudalism.  Luther rose in the Information Age of his time with the movable type of the Gutenberg press.  This allowed the printing of the Bible to be disseminated to the masses, spawning languages and nations with feudalism giving way to capitalism, and individualism. 

Calvin took up the gauntlet and made “the Elected,” those of property and not poverty.  Capitalism has been riding that train ever since. 

Now corruption is not in the selling of indulgences, but in the buying and trading of indulgences.  Now is the new Information Age with the banality of corruption on its last leg.  Make no mistake.  The age, which I call one of mediocrity in all its pursuits, is ripe for an authentic intercession.  And a reminder.  It will not come from the money classes, not from management, but from the most modest among us, as Martin Luther was a peasant priest with no authority, no credentials, only a burning heart for justice.

Jim

PS Listen to Lee Hindery’s rant by clicking here:



http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/02/13/leo-hindery-ceo-pay_n_4784162.html

 

 

 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

WHY DON'T WE KNOW OURSELVES AND WHO WE ARE?

WHY DON'T WE KNOW OURSELVES AND WHO WE ARE?
 
James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
Copyright February 11, 2014
 
During my consulting days, one of my clients was a hi-tech subsidiary of a Fortune 100 corporation.  I met with the CEO under amiable conditions, and listened to him for the better part of an hour berate his direct reports and their staffs, claiming they were constantly squabbling and that, as a result, the operation wasn't reaching its quotas.
My initial sense of the man was that he might very well be the problem, and so I suggested that we have a series of meetings before moving on to his people.  He claimed that was totally unnecessary, then looked me in the eye, and said "You don't think I'm the problem?" 
Of course, he was the problem, or if not the problem directly, he was not immune to having influenced the behavior he described among his staff.  His leadership, or the lack thereof, established the climate.  He wanted his situation fixed but without his involvement.  That was not how I worked.  So, I let the question dance on the walls without comment with a slight smile pursing my lips.  "Goddamn it," he said anxiously, "say something!"  Again, I let the question bounce off the walls a few seconds, and ricochet back into his humorless face.  "Well?" he waited.

Finally, I said, rubbing my chin, "Can I make a proposal?"

"So you answer my question with a question?"
"If you like."
Still simmering, he got up from his chair behind his desk which separated us by a good six feet, and said, "Well, go on!"  He perched himself on his desk and looked down at me. 
"I propose we have an offsite of your direct reports and their direct reports, a total of ten people.  Before we have the offsite, I would like to interview each of them, and that includes you, and have you all provide a thumbnail sketch of how you see yourself, your strengths, your weaknesses, your peccadilloes, and each other in the same manner."
“Peccadilloes?”
“Yes, irritants, those peculiarities, or tics if you well, that are characteristic of a person that cause you some discomfort, that you find irritating.”
“Yes, I see what you mean.  Quite frankly, I don't have any if you must know.  My people love me and I love my people.  I’m fair, consistent, honest and play no favorites.  I’m tough but it is the nature of the business, but peccadilloes?  No, that’s not me.”
Ignoring this declaration, I continued.  “Once I talk to each of these people, I am told they are eight men and two women, I would like them to develop personality profiles of themselves and of the other ten.  This would be pre-offsite work.  I would like to have it a week before the offsite if that is not too inconvenient."
“The other ten?  That would be nine.  Math must not be your strong suit.”
“No, it would be ten, including you.”
“As I told you before, that would be redundant.  I know how they feel about me.”
“In that case, giving me that assurance, I take it you won’t mind if I include you in the profiles.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you did, sir, or you implied it as you said it would be obvious how it would come out.  This is a way to confirm your assessment.  That is all I am saying.”
He returned to his desk, ran his hand through his hair, took off his glasses, wiped them with a sparkling white linen handkerchief, replaced them on his face.  “You’re something of a bastard.  Ever been told that before?”
“All the time.  It's part of the job description.”
“I have one question.  What do you plan to accomplish with this?”
“Hopefully, to find the answer to why your people are squabbling and your operation is not meeting its quotas."

"Don't you think this is a bit off the wall?  To me it sounds like a lot of nonsense while my situation doesn't get any better."

"I’m quite certain you checked me out thoroughly, and yes, my approach has sometimes been considered a bit unconventional, but you also know my reputation for success."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"I take that to mean we're on."  
He ignored the comment.  “How much time will you need with each of us?  We’re all pretty busy.”
“At least two hours.”
“You’ve got one.”
I smiled broadly.  It was precisely what I needed.  My Irish mother taught me the benefit of exaggeration from as early age.  When I was a boy, she would send me to the neighborhood grocer, asking for twice as much as he would give her on credit, and always satisfied with what I brought home, which was half as much as I asked for.  She would have delighted in the modern parlance of a “win-win” situation, but for her it was a survival strategy during WWII.
The eleven executives were interviewed.  They created personal profiles, and offered assessments of their other ten colleagues, including the CEO.  These data were then used to create eleven personality profiles based on this data.

To a person, the personal profiles pretty much followed what had been experienced initially with the CEO.  To put it another way, all of the personal profiles were defensively positive when it came to self-assessment, while the personal profiles of associates, including the CEO, were consistently offensively negative.  Obviously, they differed from person to person, but it was possible to create a personality profile of each of them based succinctly on their collective assessment of each other.
The offsite was held.  Each was given a Myers-Brigg’s Personality Assessment, mainly for them to warm up to the process.  They seem to enjoy discovering that they were introverts, extroverts or ambiverts.  They laughed and joked about these assessments in good humor feeling no threat to their own self-appraisal.  In other words, exposure to Myers-Briggs was an entertaining exercise, no less or no more. 
It has been my experience people delight in these instruments that give them some insight into themselves, but feel little threat from them, as they are outside themselves and generate no imposition on their current behavior, and therefore provide little insight into who they are or who they think they are. 

It is why television gurus and roaming psychological evangelists fill conference centers with their antidotes on how to relieve anxiety and anecdotes that send them happily into the streets after the sessions, feeling it was money well spent. 

These psychic preachers bombard passive participants with truisms that bounce off their persons like soap bubbles, tickle a bit but fail to penetrate.  The evidence is irrevocable for in failing to penetrate behavior doesn't change. 

The assessment process I was mounting was not value free, was not scientific, but personal and impressionistic.  My objective was to get inside their minds by getting inside their impressions of each other in an attempt to establish common ground, not in making them all alike, or encouraging them to think alike, but getting them to accept and build on their differences, recognizing that that was their collective strength, for which they need not apologize.

These personality profiles were impressions, and impressions harbor feelings, and feelings become facts when it comes to how people relate to each other in intimate situations, such as in love and in work environments. 
The eleven personality profiles were taped to the four walls of the rustic inn where the offsite was held in a pastoral setting, far removed from the workplace.  The eleven participants were asked to take from the wall the profile that best matched how they saw themselves. 
How many of these well-trained discriminating and highly intelligent executives acquired their own designated profile as perceived collectively by their colleagues?
The answer is NONE!  That included the CEO.
The balance of this three-day offsite was working through this disconnect, pointing out that because of the nature of our culture, and its programming, self-estrangement is not only not uncommon, but rather it would be uncommon if it were not so distinct. 
We are all, as it were, harder on ourselves no matter how hard we are on other people, and are more critical of ourselves no matter how critical we are of other people.  But when it comes to indicating this with unabashed good humor and candor, we are likely to retreat into the myth that protects us from not only self-knowing but self-accepting and self-understanding.  Our personal dodge is a programmed virus into our personality that results in our seeing the world and ourselves through rose colored glasses.  It was why Leon Fessinger’s “cognitive dissonance” is both so alarming to our self-regard and yet so pervasively self-revealing. 
The television program “60 Minutes” once interviewed a high ranking educator with clearly bogus degrees on her impressive academic office.  On national television, she answered questions of her interlocutor with blasé aplomb with no trace of irony, when he presented proof that she had not matriculated at any of the institutions she claimed to have attended.  It was embarrassing to watch, but I marveled at the woman's composure while being called a fraud.  I could not say that impression extended to the interviewer.  

Equally ironic, subsequently, “60 Minutes” was exposed as to presenting bogus malfunctioning automobiles that accelerated into crashes to dramatize the point of one of its stories.  Self-ignorance is a cultural phenomenon that obviously doesn't stop at the individual.  None of us escapes this irony.  None of us.
 

Sunday, February 09, 2014

AMAZON.COM KINDLE -- FEATURES -- A GREEN ISLAND IN A BLACK SEA -- SOUTH AFRICA, 1968

The Winter Olympics are now on in Sochi, Russia, and I cannot believe some of the daring do of participants in the downhill skiing and now slopestyle snowboarding.  It literally takes my breath away.  I salute all the athletes, not only those from the United States, knowing how much dedication, hard work, an imponderables these athletes must endure to arrive at these games.

One might not think there is much daring do to putting words on a page, but it is a daring do of totally different kind. 

I have been doing this -- on and off -- for the past forty-four years.  Eleven years ago, I did what I think is the equivalent of slopestyle snowboarding daring do by writing a novel. 

Well, it wasn't exactly a novel but a memoir of my youth during WWII in a small industrial town on the banks of the Mississippi River in Clinton, Iowa (IN THE SHADOW OF THE COURTHOUSE 2003).  I had attempted to write a novel before -- and have pieces of many novels all over my patio -- but found the business of actually writing, too daring.  Finally, David Cavanaugh, a life long friend, receiving many feeble attempts to explain why I hadn't written the memoir, wrote, "Stop complaining, write the damn book!"  So, I did.

I spent ten years (1993-2003) researching "In the Shadow" taking twelve trips back to my hometown, spending tens of hours studying microfiche of the war years at the Clinton Public Library, and interviewing more than 100 souls from the era of my youth still around.  That does not include the extensive correspondents with people across the country over that decade.  I received wonderful letters -- yes, people were still writing letters in 1993 -- and audio cassettes of personal recollections.  The book couldn't have been written without this cooperation, and enthusiastic support.

A GREEN ISLAND IN A BLACK SEA was even a more challenging project.  It took me forty-four years to finally complete it, and have Kindle of Amazon.com offer to publish the story. 

Over that 44-year period, I wrote and rewrote the text, and thought I would die before it reached an audience.  Thanks to modern technology, and the generosity of Amazon, it became an actual e-book on the Internet January 3, 2014.

Prior to these quasi-novelistic daring dos, I have been writing nonfiction books and articles out of my genre of industrial and organizational psychology.  Since these efforts were based on empirical work over the years, they have come fairly easily.

Once I read somewhere that the hardest thing in the world for an actor to do is to act natural in front of a camera.  I found that equally true staring at a blank white page of paper or a blank screen on my computer when it came to writing a novel.

In an early rendition of my life, I was videotaped doing a piece on what was called "Quality Control Circles."  It was after Tom Brokaw had headlined an NBCTV program, "Japan Can, Why Can't We" in early 1980.  Technical Publications at Honeywell spliced our two efforts together on the same tape for internal use.  To put it bluntly, it was an embarrassment.  Brokaw was so "natural" and I was so "wooden" that I've never looked at the tape again.  I hope it has been destroyed by now by my former employer.

Many have read A GREEN ISLAND IN A BLACK SEA in its various forms.  Some have read it on Kindle.  None so far have exercised the opportunity to post their comments (or reviews) of this novel on Amazon.  They instead write to me, which kind of defeats the purpose of the process, a process of which I know little about. 

You see, I am a totally unknown novelist, totally, and writing in this daring do medium is more than a little threatening to me.  I appreciate comments to me about the novel but it would serve the novel and reflect the general interest if instead they posted their views on Amazon.

How do readers find the novel?  I have a very small sample and all those sharing their views, knowing me and my proclivities, have asked that I keep them to myself.  Well, in a way, I suppose I am violating this by summarizing what they have written or posted to date, but in the interest of readers in general and Kindle, which has sponsored me, I offer this thumbnail reaction:

Some readers find the novel daring, informative (re. South Africa apartheid policy in 1968), like a movie in the head; others see it as an actual film with the lively characters of the novel jumping off the screen; then there are others who find it richly and surprisingly sexual but not beyond the believable; some could see themselves jumping right into the story as participants, others find it highly critical of the Roman Catholic Church and formal religion in general, still others find it weirdly and revealingly confessional, some find it narcissistic in a strangely balanced way, and on and on. 

These comments -- were they posted -- would give readers ample opportunity to judge their relative interest or disinterest in the book, but alas, they are not available. 

Kindle is featuring A GREEN ISLAND IN A BLACK SEA during the month of February, which is African American Month.  This is appropriate as the book deals with the draconian practice of apartheid by the minority (20%) population of the Afrikaner government on the majority population of the Bantu (80%).  Afrikaners (1968) represented two-thirds and the British one-third of the white population.

The novel is a story of betrayal on every level imaginable: personal, professional, political, corporate, industrial, economic, religious, and cultural.  No one is saved from this betrayal paradox.  No one.

Friday, February 07, 2014

QUALIFIED BUT NOT DEGREED, COMPETENT BUT NOT CREDENTIALED, BIGOTRY THAT THRIVES UNDER THE RADAR

QUALIFIED BUT NOT DEGREED
COMPETENT BUT NOT CREDENTIALED
BIGOTRY THAT THRIVES UNDER THE RADAR
 
James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
Copyrighted February 6, 2014
 
 
"We are students of words, we are shut up in schools, and colleges, and recitation rooms for ten or fifteen years, and come out at last with a bag of wind, a memory of words and do not know a thing," laments American poet and philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882).  He pines, "I hate the shallow Americanism which hopes to get rich by credits, to get knowledge by raps on midnight tables, to learn the economy of the mind by phrenology, or skill without study, or mastery without apprenticeship."
 
Should you peruse a volume of the great wit of this man's writing, you would know as an American, there is nothing new that Emerson hasn't pondered about our culture, and he lived more than 130 years ago.  He hated intellectualism, conformity, the idea that book readers could think themselves erudite without the necessity of experience.
 
You experience the same poignancy today when you read Charles D. Hayes, Ivan Illich and Thomas Sowell.  They concur with Emerson.  Hayes does this in Proving You're Qualified: Strategies for Competent People without College Degrees (1995).  Illich does it in Deschooling Society: How to Remake Schools to Meet our Human Needs (1972).  Sowell does it with his Inside American Education: The Decline, The Deception, The Dogma (1993).  There are scores of others who have also addressed the breach between learning and doing, but, alas, apparently to no avail.
 
The Program for International Student Assessment (PISA) in its most recent rankings finds Shanghai of advanced societies first in math, reading and science across the board, while the United States is 26th in math, 17th in reading, and 21st in science, despite the fact that the US spends more than $115,000 per pupil, which is far in excess of any other program including that of Shanghai.
 
This is my attempt to understand the essence of this gap between formal education, and what it espouses to provide, and what it actually delivers.
 
Education is not a classroom.  Education is the arena of life, and we get a report card every day.  That report card is based on experience, on our demonstration of a capacity to learn and an ability to problem solve.  Unintentionally, as it may be, former education produces too many knowers, who once they have their diploma or degree in hand, believe they have a right to a position.  They fail to see that the credential provides an opportunity to develop competence on the job in the discipline of their choice.
 
Too many college graduates expect, since they burned a little midnight oil studying, that they have the entitled prerequisites that only actual skills can confirm.  They expect to replace doers on the job without the need for a lengthy apprenticeship to master their discipline.  They believe they have arrived.  They are ready to be knighted.
 
Those not privileged with a formal education, not having had the $10,000 to $60,000 a year to acquire such credentials, have often taken the long twisted road of experience to arrive at mastery, only to be denied entrance into that esteem company because they lack this piece of paper.
 
This is a problem of bigotry that festers under the surface of enterprise that everyone knows, but nobody talks about.  Too often competence without credentials counts for little as these learners are denied the opportunity to compete for good jobs for which they are qualified, jobs that instead go to knowers who simply have the credentials, but no inclination to compete.  
 
Obviously, this is not always the case, but in my experience the non-credentialed person is commonly found to be a learner and a student of what he does, while the credentialed person is a knower always campaigning for the next job finding little time to do the job he is paid to do. 
 
This is the state of education in these United States, and alas, the state of the nation as well.
 
Read Emerson and you will see he applauds the learner, showing little empathy for the knower, for the individual who acquires a degree and thinks he is educated.  I have met more educated people who have never spent a day in college, indeed, some of them didn't even finish high school.  They are listeners, not tellers, learners, not knowers, hungry to take on new challenges, not comfortable resting on laurels.
 
Yet, most advertised good jobs require a college degree.  Should a non-degreed person be lucky enough to get an interview because of his overwhelming qualifications for the position, the first question he is likely to be asked is, "What is your formal education?"  
 
Take this person I know.  She is an excellent grant writer, psychometrician, computer literate at the highest level, personable, mature, professional, energetic, an excellent resource person, always goes above and beyond, in a word, highly qualified for the open position, but non-degreed.  "What is your education?"  That was the initial question in the interview. 
 
She provided the interviewer with impressive samples of her work, relevant references, and a sterling work history.  The next day she got a call telling her that a follow up interview was not necessary.
 
This gets a bit dicey in the large complex organization where all jobs are posted and ostensibly all employees have equal opportunity to apply for these positions, degreed or non-degreed.  When I was an industrial psychologist at a hi-tech facility of some 4,000 employees, I dealt with the insincerity of this policy on a regular basis.  What follows is typical.
 
A supervisor came to me and said he liked a certain person for an opening in his group, a degreed position, but this person was non-degreed.  "No big deal," he said, "I can deal with that."  Then he added confidently, ""All I have to do is get her supervisor to sign off on the transfer."
 
That was the glitch.  The supervisor had gone to school nights for several years to attain a degree.  Here her subordinate was being invited to the professional ranks without a degree.  Cleverly, she told her subordinate that she was fighting for her to get this position, while telling the supervisor wanting to hire her that despite what he thought "she wasn't qualified to do the work."  The subordinate didn't get the job because the supervisor backed down, not wanting to break ranks with fellow supervisors.  So, a qualified person without a degree, competent but not credentialed, remained in place.
 
The deception, the duplicity, the hidden agenda of American education is Thomas Sowell's rant.  The decline is real.  The evidence is disturbing.  It is reflected in our ranking among other advanced societies across the globe.  The hope is throwing money at the problem, a typical American strategy, is sure to find some of it sticking.  Experience suggests otherwise.
 
We like clean unambiguous, predictable and easily implemented ideas, boilerplates that take discretion and good sense out of the equation, and make matters uniform.  Positions are therefore defined by the college degree positions require, not the competencies.   Corporate society has bought into this Rites of Passage, and this is one of its major sins.
 
This American cultural travesty is not new.  Emerson's writings indicate that he dealt with a similar cast and class system in his day.  Opportunity and upward mobility has been promoted overtly, but covertly everyone is equal but some are more equal than others. 
 
My wonder is if Americans have failed to leave their ancient European roots.  Clearly, from an education standpoint, our institutions mirror those of Europe while professing to be unique.  The consequences, to my mind, when it comes to creating competence and purposeful education, "we are broken and in heaps," as Emerson might say, disunited from ourselves seeking authentication from afar.
 
We pride our individualism but are nostalgic for the aristocratic order of Europe that no longer exists.  Could a degree, or a collection of degrees suffice as surrogate to knighthood?  This obsession with alphabetic letters after our names, badges that have little relevance to what we do or can do, has intensified rather than faded over the decades.  Therefore, you cannot fault this first line supervisor profiled here for protecting her turf and keeping her subordinate in place.  She is doing only what she knows.  Our programmers have a vested interest in things as they are, and little interest in solving this conundrum as Emerson, Hayes, Illich and Sowell know only too well.
 
 

Monday, February 03, 2014

BRITNEY, 15, THE FUTURE BELONGS TO YOU!


BRITNEY, 15, THE FUTURE BELONGS TO YOU!

JAMES R. FISHER, JR., Ph.D.

 

American Statesman and orator William Jennings Bryan (1860-1925) once wrote, Destiny is no matter of chance.  It is a matter of choice.  It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to achieve.

I was reminded of this quote as I talked to Britney, 15, yesterday, as everyone was looking forward to the NFL Super Bowl.  It was also a time for Nana Betty and Papa Jim to celebrate the birthday of our twin grandsons, Killian and Keaton, who just turned 9. 

Like many events that are serendipitous in nature, my conversation with Britney was spontaneous, but as it proved, quite revealing. 

For the past several years, I have noted the gradual evolvement of what I call the advancement of the FEMININE PARADIGM, which is a remarkable departure from convention, but quietly so, bridging the gulf between a male dominated society and an emerging feminine one.

Some sixty years ago, when I was in high school, long before they had App courses, and privileged status of students as “high talent,” I had the good fortune of being part of a small group of students, some fifteen, out of a class of some two hundred who took what came to be known as “college prep” courses: four years of English; four years of math, chemistry and physics, two years of Latin, and so on.  I mention this because of that class of 15, nearly half were girls, and they were among the brightest.

Past high school, all of them went to college, but only one followed a career in science, becoming a physician, only to give that up and ultimately become an artist and sculptor.  Moreover, whereas 80 percent of the top 10 percent in my high school class were girls, in college 80 percent of the top 10 percent were boys, as girls politely regressed back into the fold and allowed boys to take over the lead, the good jobs, the great careers, the prominent status, while the girls hoped to marry well, and be supportive of their husbands although clearly, in my view, they were superior in intellect, emotional stability, maturity, and good sense, lived within their means, and didn’t have to pretend being or having or doing what they weren’t or couldn’t afford to be doing. 

These girls, in a word, were well anchored while the boys lived in the illusion of soaring like birds with their feet never having to touch the ground.

My life as a writer and a thinker has taken this all in, and wondered what it might have been if these young ladies of sixty years ago were like Britney.  What is she like?

Britney I had never met, although I knew her stepdad from years ago when he was a boy, and a friend of my son, Michael, the father of Killian and Keaton.  We got into a conversation, as I noticed she had brought a school book with her to my son’s house, and was reading and working on a paper.  Given that this was Super Bowl Sunday that was a bit of a surprise.

Remembering when I was so occupied in studies in my day, when my jock buddies weren’t, long before the NFL and football was king, when Major League Baseball was the National Pastime, I asked her what she was studying.  She said it was history, which she admitted she wasn’t all that set on.

“What do you prefer studying?” I asked.

“Math and science.  I love chemistry.”

“Do you now?”

“Yes?” she said with a question in her eyes as if that should be some kind of a surprise.  “I’m into all my App courses, and acing everything.”  Then she paused.  “I want to be a chemical engineer.”

Remembering how grueling such studies are, and remembering my days as such a student, I started to say, when I was in school that was hardly what girls would take, but she interrupted me…

“I am going to be a chemical engineer,” she added emphatically.

I smiled at that.  “I’m sure you are,” then I asked, “What is it about science you like?”

She didn’t answer me directly, but said, “everything about chemistry and mathematics I love; I could be earning my AA degree in high school, but it would mean giving up some science, which I don’t want to do, so I had to make a difficult choice between taking pre-calculus or statistics and decided on pre-calculus because it would help me more in my chemical engineering studies.”

Wow!  That was a mouth full!  Listening to this young lady, confident, competent and engaged, remembering how I went from science and engineering to psychology, and how I lacked the same passion as she for the discipline, as my drive was more to get out of my socioeconomic basement and into something resembling a career, but always secretly loving words and ideas perhaps more than the discipline of my choice with which she was so passionately committed.

I asked, “How are you with the humanities? “  She gave me a curious look.  “With English, English literature, history,” pointing to the book on her lap, “and such things?”

She studied me briefly, and apparently decided to be candid, “Well, I do all right in them, got a ‘B’ in history so far, which is not good enough, but I’m all right in that stuff?”

“That stuff?”

“Well, yeah, I mean…”  She didn’t finish figuring I knew what she meant.  But I persisted.

“The biggest problem I have with engineers is that they don’t think ‘that stuff’ is important, and it could be at least as important as your engineering.”

“Why do you say that?”

“If you cannot frame a problem you see clearly in your mind in a way to persuade others to see the value of it as you understand the problem, in other words, if you do not develop a knack for composition and creative expression you limit your influence.”

Looking at her I thought this statement might turn her off, but her eyes told me otherwise as they burned with alertness.  I continued.  “I’ve always thought that I could teach history in such a way that every student would feel he was living, at that moment, in the period we were studying.”  I mentioned the American and French Revolution, and why they turned out so differently, and why that was important to know today.

After I finished my soliloquy, she defended her point of view, which I liked, as I was not interested in her adopting mine.  “I didn’t mean to give the impression that I don’t study these courses thoroughly, because I do, and I usually do quite well in them.  I was just trying to answer your question honestly as to where my interests were, and why I will be a chemical engineer.”

We talked about the field, and how I started out in R&D in a chemical laboratory and was terrible, then went into chemical sales engineering, and the rest was history. 

She shook her head in acknowledgement, “There are so many different fields of chemical engineering, so many different branches that I have no idea what will suit me best.  I only know I like everything I’ve read about the field.”  She then shared with me her extensive research, and it impressed me for only a sophomore in high school, to be so self-directed, self-assured and willing to make the hard choices necessary in any successful career, and to do so for one so young. 

Intrigued by this dedication – she is also a very pretty young lady – I asked, “Are all your friends in App courses, and so sure of their direction?”

“In school, they are.”

“How about outside of school?”  A long time ago, I learned ‘tell me who your friends are and I’ll tell you who you are.’  We are attracted to people in the same manner as we are attracted to anything – we feel we have something in common with them and they fill out a part of ourselves that we otherwise might find missing or a void. 

Her honestly continued.  “Well, they’re not all into school like I am but they could be.”

How many times I have heard that “could be” expressed in the euphemism, “potential?”  It is a word I’ve grown to hate, almost as much as the expression, “She (he) has a high IQ and could be brilliant?” 

Intelligence is not a thing.  Intelligence is what it does.  Unlike potential, it is something that performs by doing something concrete.  

Britney is using her intelligence.  She has made the choice.  She is not waiting for something to fall into her lap.  Luck is when preparation meets opportunity, and there is no opportunity if there is no preparation unless you are counting on winning the lottery. 

Britney is taking time away from her friends, sacrificing a good time now, or a good time all the time, for something substantial in the future.  I told her I have had the good life that I have enjoyed because when I was young I had a similar drive to hers, only in a much less competitive world.  She looked at me curiously as if to say, ‘It is not such a big deal,’ but it is. 

Women are taking over medicine, dentistry, law, science and, yes, engineering because they are willing to ‘pay the price,’ an expression that was popular in my day but usually relating to athletics, not academics. 

The smartest people I have known in life, including my mother and my wife, Betty, are or were women, not because they flaunted their stuff, but because they paid attention to what was important, and possible, and ignored what was not. 

Maturity is the thing I have found lacking in our culture, some call this a lack of people behaving as adults.  Even that expression has come to be a cliché which is another ways of saying it lacks meaning.   We are in an age of few grownups, that is, with the exception of many ladies.

THE FEMININE PARADIGM is embodied in Britney with a maturity that will carry her successfully into the future. 

There are no delusions of grandeur in the eyes of this young lady, but the level head of making meaningful and positive choices now rather than waiting for a throw of the die later. 

Four hundred years ago, William Shakespeare (1564-1616) wrote, “It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves.”  Britney understands this.  I hope she finds a little time to read Shakespeare.  He fills in those crevices left vacant with all that engineering.
 
Copyright James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D., February 3, 2014

Thursday, January 30, 2014

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      January 15, 2014
      A Green Island in a Black Sea is a novel of South Africa in the tumultuous times of apartheid. A young American executive, and his family from the Midwest, is sent to this country to form a new conglomerate anchored with his company's subsidiary. It is an immediate "clash of cultures," and values. Seamus "Dirk" Devlin, the protagonist of the story, finds himself betrayed by everything he thought he was, and believed to be true. This results in a shattering of his pretentious façade that he took to be real, and to be him. It leads to him going native in a way that reflected the year 1968, when the past was cut off from the future, and everything changed. This destabilizing wrenching in 1968 was not only true for him and South Africa, but for the United States and Western societies as well. The reader is invited to walk with Devlin towards his emotional breakdown while, paradoxically, his training as a chemical engineer and executive is the only thing that keeps him upright and functioning. The book pulsates with the principals of the story -- Americans, Afrikaners and Brits and Bantu -- where the villains and the saints have the same stripes.

      CAVEAT! This is to forewarn the reader of explicit sexual content in this novel that some readers might find disturbing or offensive.


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