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Tuesday, October 02, 2012

TALKING TO MYSELF -- NUANCE LEADERSHIP -- UNMASKING THOMAS JEFFERSON


TALKING TO MYSELF – NUANCE LEADERSHIP – UNMASKING THOMAS JEFFERSON

James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© October 2, 2012

Nuance leadership is a subtle variation of the moral façade of what purports to be leadership. 

Too often what is experienced is not leadership but simply dominance, the top down will of the few over the obligatory compliance of the many.  For centuries, this power construct has sometimes resulted in high crimes and misdemeanors without accompanying consequences.  Take American slavery and the unmasking of Thomas Jefferson as a case in point.

Nuance leadership can also be moralistic. As such, it is likely to be counterintuitive with the many having a dominant voice in affairs.  Over the years, I have practiced a form of nuance leadership with certain success but failure as well, which will be discussed in a future missive.

As I walked today, my mind was preoccupied with Thomas Jefferson and slavery based on an article written by Henry Wiencek that appears in the current issue of The Smithsonian (October 2012, pp 40-49, 92-97).

Jefferson was very much a nuance leader in an amoral sense.  It would be interesting to know if Wiencek’s revelations change your views of the third president (1801-1809) of our Republic once you read this missive. 

THE GENIUS OF JEFFERSON


JFK once flattered a White House dinner party with the comment never had a more able assembly of guests graced this room other than when Jefferson dined alone. 

Historians and intellectuals have echoed these sentiments.  He was a most gifted man and clearly the greatest writer to ever occupy the White House.  Perhaps that is why he has been given a pass on his moral ambivalence when it came to slavery. 

Imagine the boldness of this man to derail Aristotle’s dictum that democracy was meant for a select few and that subjugation was natural for the many. His premise held until 1776.  Jefferson changed that with his words that “all men are created equal” in the Declaration of Independence.  He even went further to declare slavery evil and an abomination and should be abolished. 

His genius with words unwittingly led to his duplicity in action.  This allowed him to rationalize that slavery fit naturally into American enterprise.  A Virginia abolitionist once said, “Never did a man achieve more fame for what he did not do.” 

MASTER OF MONTICELLO


Wiencek profiles Jefferson’s moral ambiguity.  In his lifetime, Jefferson owned more than 600 slaves with at any one time 100 living on his mountain retreat of Monticello. 

Monticello is revealed in dreamy splendor in books and articles, paintings and photographs.  If you have ever been there, you were undoubtedly moved by Jefferson’s cunning mind, inventiveness and architectural and artistic acumen. 

You leave Monticello imagining this landmark a place of culture and sophistication with slaves not really slaves but workers living in comfortable ambience with this fatherly figure.  Wiencek paints a different picture.

Even the facsimile of the Farm Book, which visitors could see was not actually the ledger of Jefferson’s day because it might prove an embarrassment to Jefferson’s legacy. 

The Farm Book recorded the daily activity of slaves from the nail works to the tobacco farms.  Slaves were whipped for poor performance, tardiness, or sloth, but these whippings were not in evidence in the Farm Book.  Nor were the living conditions of the slaves as idyllic as they are shown in late eighteenth and early nineteenth century paintings. 

Jefferson was a conscientious farmer with a keen eye to agricultural profits and losses.  He made a 4 percent profit every year on the birth of black children.  This found him constantly cajoling black women to have babies.  It increased his profitability.  Slavery was a stable investment strategy. 

He even advised a friend in financial trouble to invest in Negroes.  Jefferson suffered a rebuff from George Washington when he sent his “4 percent” profit formula to him.  Washington would free his slaves because for him slavery had made human beings into money like cattle in the marketplace and this disgusted him.

Jefferson, ever the seer, was correct in seeing slavery the second most valuable capital asset in the United States with the value of slaves three times the amount invested in manufacturing and railroads.  The only asset more valuable than slaves was land.

Surprisingly, he could also be facetious.  While in the Senate with Andrew Jackson, he once told colleagues Jackson was a rash and dangerous man, only to write Jackson years later that he remembered with pleasure their joint labors. 

Jackson also owned slaves, but never apologized for it, or for that matter, anything.  He drove the Indians from their land in the south and resettled them in the northwest.  He could be cruel and was crusty and unfinished, but from his bow an arrow was directed unwaveringly towards its target.  No one could ever accuse him of being Dr. Jekyll one day and Mr. Hyde another, but some were never sure which Jefferson would show up on a certain day. 

JEFFERSON THE AGRARIAN CAPITALIST


The “4 percent” formula that Jefferson had stumbled on became the engine of his enterprise at Monticello.  He used the words “their financial increase” for Negroes to keep himself stuck in slavery. 

As he became increasingly dependent on slaves for the economic survival of Monticello, he drifted away from his eloquent emancipating rhetoric to the sagacity of commercial enterprise.  Yet, ironically, he was almost always in debt, whereas Jackson, a man of no formal education, was of considerable wealth. 

Jefferson's dependence on slavery was never more apparent than in the “nail works.”  Here black boys ages 10, 11 and 12 were whipped to get them motivated to work making nails.  The profit from nail production paid the grocery bills of the mansion.  The whipping of these children was however suppressed from the Farm Book.

Tobacco farming wore out the soil to the point it became fallow.   This forced Jefferson to copy Washington in growing wheat and barley instead, which presented an immediate problem.  Planting, growing and harvesting grain required less Negro workers but workers with more skills: i.e., millers, mechanics, carpenters, smiths, spinners, coopers, plowmen and plow women. 

He designed a comprehensive training program for each of these disciplines.  This included an assessment of talent for each discipline along with an estimation of those who might later qualify to become artisans.  The rest would remain laborers. 

Additionally, he created a comprehensive social and occupational hierarchy for the slaves.  A small minority even received pay and profit sharing while the vast majority received the barest of rations and clothing. 

Jefferson, for all intent and purpose, planned to modernize slavery, to diversify and industrialize it as if it were an engine of industry, which of course it was.  This was particularly true of the nail works.  He sketched out a plan in the Farm Book with children 10 years old to serve as nurses, from 10 to 16, the boys would make nails, the girls would be spinners, and at 16, if they qualified, they would go to ground to learn a trade.

He was insightful to a fault with a particular prescience to efficiency.  This was more than 100 years before the arrival in the twentieth century of the efficiency expert Frederick Winslow Taylor and his “scientific management.” 

He justified this policy with the rationale that idle boys could become a problem.  He saw himself as a motivator, using the “stick & carrot” method (i.e., punishment and award) to motivate.  Boys were whipped if they didn’t turn to, but were given extra food, new clothes and the prospects of learning a trade if they did. 

Two months of labor by the nail boys paid the entire grocery bill for a year for the entire white population at Monticello including all the costs associated with entertainment, which was common.

The winter of 1798 was a significant date.  The lead black foreman of Monticello refused to whip people anymore.  This incensed Jefferson.  He failed to understand that the foreman had lost control of the men and feared for his life. 

The man who replaced this foreman proved far more brutal.  Jefferson saw harsh measures as a necessary cost of doing business, exonerating himself in the affair while claiming he loved industry but hated severity. 

Monticello was his machine, which operated on carefully orchestrated brutality.  His personal extravagance and spendthrift lifestyle justified it otherwise Monticello would fall into bankruptcy.

Jefferson’s character is reminiscent of public figures in our own time.  He could excoriate his overseers as unprincipled, while demanding they get things done whatever the cost. 

Continuing the parallel with today, Jefferson hated conflict and disliked having to punish people, but found ways to distance himself from the violence demanded of the system he had created.

JEFFERSON’S MORAL DILEMMA


Jefferson could show kindness and patience to a point.  One slave in particular continued to runaway despite promising each time not to do so.  The fourth time he ran away and was caught, Jefferson had him flogged, and then sold. 

It would appear Jefferson never felt a moral dilemma despite the evidence to the contrary.  He expected reasonable work from his slaves, and when it was not forthcoming, fully within his rights to have them flogged or sold when they became an unrecoverable expense. 

Most slaves were not flogged, but the majority received only the barest of essentials at best, and no direct pay for their labors.  They were in every sense treated as slaves, and not as men.

You ask yourself, how Jefferson, thought to be the most gifted of his time could not see his moral dilemma.  Flogging does not persuade a man to work; it breaks the spirit and disables the man. 

Another significant date in Jefferson’s legacy is 1817.  This was eight years after he left the presidency.  An old friend, and hero of the American Revolution, a Polish nobleman, bequeathed a substantial fortune to Jefferson to be used to free his slaves and purchase land and farming equipment for them to start a new life as free men and women. 1817 was nine years before his death in 1826.

Jefferson refused the gift although it would have reduced the debt hanging over Monticello.  The catch was that more than half of the gift would have gone to his slaves. He could not see himself getting rid of the skilled workers and artisans that he had developed, which would leave Monticello close to destitute.  

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Jefferson is hard to peg as a good or bad man, but not difficult to peg as a complicated and contradictory figure driven by materialism, better known as Americanism.  He was an astute disciplinarian and autodidact in one sense, but lacked the moral rectitude and temperament of his long rival, John Adams, who never owned slaves. 

We have no choice but to judge him by his time and those standards.  When we do, it doesn’t serve his legacy or ours to paint him with faint praise.  Slavery wasn’t a random opportunity. He engaged in slavery knowingly with moral clarity but chose to judge it as pragmatic necessity, while fully acknowledging it as an abomination.  John Brown may have been a madman, but Jefferson was a pusillanimous man. 

Years later a Jefferson slave now free said he never forgot being put on the auction block and sold like a horse (see “Master of the Mountain: Thomas Jefferson and His Slaves” by Henry Wiencek © 2012).

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Monday, October 01, 2012

INTERPRETATION OF A DREAM

INTERPRETATION OF A DREAM

James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© October 1, 2012

REFERENCE:

My daughter Jennifer is a cancer patient.  She had a nightmare and shared it with me asking me what I thought it meant.  Once she read my explanation, she wrote,

“Hi Jimbo,

“Thanks for dream interpretation.  After I reread the dream, I made all the connections linked to cancer.  Our minds are pretty powerful tools. 

“The past nine months I haven’t let cancer get me down.  I just go through the motions and deal with things as they come at me.  I really try and look at everything in life as, ‘If you can’t change a situation, why dwell on it.’

“After saying that, though, I do feel myself getting frustrated when people don’t get it.  They forget my struggles.  I don’t want recognition or sympathy.  I just want them to understand me when I get a little moody for no reason.  I could go on and on about little details of my dream, but I’ll leave that for another time.

“If you want to send this out to people, I am open to that, too. 

“I love you very much and am thankful that I can always turn to you for advice, guidance or just to talk.  Thanks for that.  You are an awesome dad.

Jen”

THE STORM BEYOND THE CALM – CANCER IS LIKE PTSD


We know men and women who return from war often experience PTSD (post traumatic shock disorder), but appear the same on the surface as when they went off to war. 

Little glitches in their behavior start to occur, however, behaviors we cannot associate with them.  We think we understand, but how can we?  We ask them to share what is bothering them, but how can they? 

Shock of war and the awe of surviving have changed them.  They are possessed with something that is not apparent, something we cannot see, something they cannot understand or know what to do about it. 

War and life threatening illness have much in common.  We lack sufficient sophistication to know how to deal with this something, with this evil that can metastasize through us like gangbusters only to hide behind the eyes. 

Medications have a limited and temporary efficacy.  The only palliatives that work over time are love, patience, understanding, trust, devotion, and spiritual renewal.  It is when we are thrown out of the norm that we discover we are much more than a physical entity.

Once the ritual of prescribed medication ends, PTSD sufferers have been known to retreat into alcohol, pain pills and other drugs, crime, promiscuity, even physical and psychological abuse of loved ones.  Only a minor upset can jar such sufferers into uncharacteristic rage. 

Retreat is often saved by a terrible dream or nightmare.  It is the unconscious mind attempting to make connection with the conscious mind.  Funny clues surface subject to rather accurate interpretation.  It is not uncommon for the sufferer to be introduced to a higher consciousness in sleep where spiritual palliatives reside.  

Cancer is unashamedly evident whereas this is not always the case with war zone PTSD returnees.  Nonetheless, cancer sufferers can develop symptoms close to theirs. 

The shock of cancer, its life threatening nature, its disruption of one’s normal routine and that of loved ones can be extremely consequential if the cancer or PTSD is ignored.  The subconscious mind is a reservoir for what the conscious mind would prefer to disregard. 

A nightmare as with other dreams is the two sides of the mind talking to each other in a way the conscious mind might prefer to repress.  Often this conversation is wrapped in many disguises, metaphors and subtle images and imagery. 

Jennifer’s description of her dream and my response can be taken in this context.  I am not a dream detective, but a father with no special skills in dream detection.  Why then share it with you: because dreams are a puzzle that cries out to be solved to increase understanding and more appropriate action, and who better than by a loved one? 


YOUR NIGHTMARE


In my dream I was being detained into this holding area, which was a classroom style but outside over a covered area.  It was nice out, not hot, kind of breezy.  I think I was being held over because I was trying to pass a gate to another country, and they were randomly pulling people in.

Anyway, while sitting there, I noticed a lot of very colorful people.  Some were mad yelling out obscenities.  This one guy to my left kept telling this guy to shut up, who was sitting near him.  Every time the guy started to rant it would anger this gentleman, and he would say, “Here we go again, crazy guy won’t stop acting up.”

Well, I happened to finally look at this crazy guy who wouldn’t stop making noise, and realized he was possessed by the devil. 

I immediately jumped up and started saying exorcism prayers as if I were a priest.  The demon is snarling back at me telling me to shut up, but I keep praying.  I threaten the demon with my holy water (it was a bottle of water), and tell him that I am a licensed priest who specializes in exorcism.

Deep down I’m trying to remember all the steps and prayers I’ve seen from all the exorcist movies I’ve watched.  I tear my white shirt and make it into a Roman collar, and tie it around my neck.  I keep saying over and over again “Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..”  I also attempted to say the Hail Mary, but I don’t even know the prayer.

I am telling the demon to come out of the body of the mad guy, that it wasn’t welcomed there.  I keep yelling at the demon saying, “You’re a coward.  You have to take over innocent people’s bodies because you don’t have one of your own.”

The demon starts spitting on me and telling me things of my past, guilty things that no one knows about, speaking to me in tongues.

I yell to the crowd of people around me that they need to help me with prayers.  Everyone, I tell them that they should be chanting a prayer, any prayer they know.  But no one participates.  I don’t think they know any prayers.  

I then yell to the guards that they had to contain this mad man in a private room so he wouldn’t spread his contagion with anyone else.  They also declined by cry for help.

Finally, I knew what I had to do.  I had to give up my body and compel the demon to come into me.  I told the person next to me, the one not mad, that once the demon entered my body they would have to kill me because I did not want to live possessed.

I thought to myself, “Am I really ready to give up my own life for this stranger?”  Without hesitation, I knew the answer was yes.

That is when I woke up.  It was 5:30 in the morning.  I got up to get some water, and I just felt an uneasy aura in my house, so I started to pray out loud, and told the demon to leave my house.  I told the energy that I love God and I am on his side.  It took me about a half hour to get back to sleep.  I got Chloe and had her lay next to me.  They say cats are our guardians from evil, so I felt it would help.

Jim, any thoughts as to what this means!

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RESPONSE


In my view, dreams, and yes including nightmares, are our unconscious minds speaking to us from the depths of our nature.  The unconscious mind speaks to us when the conscious mind refuses to listen.  There are several reasons for this.  Perhaps it doesn’t want to deal with an issue, a situation, a concern, or problem and so the conscious mind in survival mode denies its existence, pushing it deep into the subconscious.

Dreams and even nightmares can help us better understand ourselves.  The quality of your dreams, as you have shared them with me before, reflects an engaged rational mind.  They are so structured that it is not difficult to peel the onion, so to speak, to reveal the meaning of the clues.

It is interesting that you see yourself in a “holding area” which is like a classroom (structured), but “outside” over a covered area (semi-structured), comfortable (breezy) with a gate (an obstacle) trying to pass through to another country (could this be health?).  Others are being pulled into this same holding area, and they are not all so accepting.

After a nine-month duration involving three surgeries, you are in the holding pattern of going from a cancer patient to a fully recovered normal person free of cancer.  You are at that gate, one that has pulled many others towards it, often unwillingly so, and you have an awareness of the situation close to hypersensitivity beyond the realm of most others. 

Your mind is filled with all the anguish, frustration, self-doubt and recrimination that comes with a person who worked long years to acquire professional credentials to have a career, and when that career was soaring, when everything seemed to be in sync and going your way you were slowed down, first with Bell’s Palsy, then trigeminal neuralgia, but stopped completely with breast cancer.

It is normal for one to wonder how you might have contributed to this devastating setback, perhaps not at the conscious level but almost certainly at the subconscious level. 

Your dream moves from a breezy calm to the noise of one person, a madman and the calm of another.  The two sides of your mind are speaking to each other.  There is the calm side and the angry side, the side that accepts your plight and the side that does not. 

You are by nature a person of action.  You are a problem solver, quick, efficient, and thorough.  Madness demands action and you think of exorcism.  This requires that you be an exorcist, a priest, and so from your experience (exorcist films) you say what you believe are exorcist prayers, and use exorcist ritual (holy water) as you understand it, and even fabricate the Roman collar to give yourself legitimacy.  Consistent with this role is the Lord’s Prayer, which you know, and the “Hail Mary” of Catholicism, which you do not.

(Inherent in your unconscious mind speaking to you in your dream is that legitimacy is constructed on ritualistic authority of roles.)

Quite interesting is the process of demanding the demon come out of the madman’s body by taunting the demon.  You look to the crowd for support and find none.  You ask the crowd to pray, and you find they know no prayers.  Then the demon turns and spits on you, and reveals secrets of your past no one knows, speaking in tongues. 

This is the crux of the nightmare when the sane side of your mind meets the guilt side, the repressed side.  The madman and the demon are personified, as outside yourself, while you are the white knight dealing with the madness.

Then perplexity enters the dream.  You cannot get help even from the guards (society) to isolate the madman.  You cannot contain the demon (cancer).  So, you feel compelled to give up your body to it (the demon).  Is this surrender or acceptance? 

You answer the question with a question, “Am I really ready to give up my own life for this stranger (this cancer), and you answer, yes.

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This dream is an internal dialogue.  It is natural to wonder if things would be different if I had been or lived differently.  Our minds want perfection but to be human is to be imperfect.  Cancer is nature, not a demon, of human cells running amuck, and so, ultimately, sanity tells you that there is no choice but to go with the flow and accept and deal with the demon (cancer), which you have done with quiet bravery.

When you say, “I told the energy (apt expression of life) that I love God,” and that you are on his side, you were making contact with your soul which is God within you, and which is the energy of life.  You were making contact with your spiritual side beyond the limits of your perishable body.  The soul in our culture lives on and is the last to leave the body before it expires.

By embracing your cancer, by accepting your lot, by acquiescing to acknowledge your unsettled state, your demon is manageable.  We are all susceptible to evil as we are to cancer because such demons exist in us all, but often in a dormant state. 

The mind when provoked to question its limitations looks to a higher power, something outside itself, something spiritual, something to anchor it in crisis.  Many call this God.

It is the solace that there is always this unconditional source of omniscience and love.  You managed to connect with this source despite the people, the madman, the noise, the guards, the demon, and sense of helplessness in the dream.

This dream reveals your spiritual side, which has been buried in your relentless struggle to satisfy the demands of your career or material side.  You have dedicated many years to study, to living and succeeding in the material world with little time or attention to your spiritual side, but it was always there.

Your cancer that evil in your system introduced you to your spiritual self as you took comfort in Chloe, your cat, acting as your guardian from evil, allowing you to go to sleep. 

ADDENDUM

Guilt, which we all have, and the memory of missteps, which we are all guilty of as well pressed against your conscience to open in a story in your dream.  These things with which we wrestle, good or bad, make us into the person we become. 

The room in the dream is quite interesting as it is your particular cage.  Now I am someone outside you, talking about the beautiful young lady I know you are. I can only understand what you are enduring from afar. 

You have a fine and quick mind.  You have even a better mind than you have allowed yourself to believe you have.  Yes, you can be devious, cunning and manipulative looking for shortcuts to whatever.  Cancer has introduced you to a situation in which there are no shortcuts, and you find you are coping very well, thank you very much. 

You have stick-to-itiveness and the perseverance demonstrated through many years of academic study.    You persevered through more than a year looking for a job in your field.  And now you are showing the same perseverance with your cancer. 

That said it would be unnatural if you didn’t get cabin fever, become angry and frustrated, be at times bad company, and wish that someone else had to endure this ordeal.  No one not going through what you are going through can totally understand what you are experiencing.  How could they?  They haven’t been with you every moment of every day for the last nine months.  Yet, they love you without walls, without limits.

The hardest thing is to accept ourselves as we are and other people as we find them.  I wrote these words in a book years before your birth, and yet I’ve never mastered the tolerance that my words suggest.

You may see this as a nightmare, but it got your attention to focus on the nature of your struggle as dreams often do.  All you have endured is preparation for the future.  You may find yourself wanting to join a church.  This could aid you in keeping the connection with your spiritual side. 

Your dream is like a story taken from the bible, a story of being suddenly shocked awake, experiencing the terror in that discovery, and being changed forever more.

Sleep well, Jennifer, knowing I am thinking good thoughts your way and always with love.

Always be well,

Jimbo



Tuesday, September 25, 2012

TALKING TO MYSELF

TALKING TO MYSELF

James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© September 25, 2012

REFERENCE:

Over the past decade (2001 – 2011), I have published a series of 30 missives on “A Way of Looking at Things.”  The topics varied from “the loss of a hero” to “what is the world coming to.”  It also covered such topics as “where have all the Catholics gone” to a tribute to my mentor, a devout Catholic, “Dr. Francis Xavier Pesuth.”  I’ve also wondered about such insanities as the pervasive “cut and control” philosophy of American enterprise better known as creative destructive capitalism. 

The reception to my missives has been difficult to measure as the Peripatetic Philosopher blog indicates viewers and comments with tens of thousands viewing the blog, but only about one-tenth of one percent ever commenting.  Early on, most comments attempted to sell something.  That doesn’t happen anymore. 

The idea was not original.  I got it from reading “A Way of Looking at Things” (1987) by psychoanalyst Erik H. Erikson.  This book was a collection of his published papers from 1930 to 1980. 

Lawrence J. Friedman’s biography of Erikson salutes the man as “Identity’s Architect”(1999) when he was never comfortable with his own identity.  Erik H. Erikson was not even his real name.  Often those most passionate in a singular pursuit, in this case identity, are on a solitary journey to self-discovery. 

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The idea of “Talking to Myself” comes out of the fact that most of my creative work comes out of walking and thinking and recording my thoughts on an ancient handheld micro cassette recorder.  Virtually all my published (and unpublished) books and most of my articles come out of this peripatetic wandering. 

Aristotle celebrated this method and added to its dynamism by putting pebbles in his mouth and talking to strengthen his voice.  I don’t know if Aristotle was an extrovert or introvert but I sense from reading that he enjoyed speaking to an audience.  I have never enjoyed the process, yet a good part of my life has been spent in such a theatre.

David Brooks mentioned on “PBS with Charlie Rose” that former President Bill Clinton talked to himself by looking at himself in the mirror.  Variations of that same tactic have been common to Franklin Delano Roosevelt in preparation for his “fireside chats” during WWII, Sir Winston Churchill before addressing the British people during the United Kingdom’s darkest hour in that same war, and by the actor turned governor then president, Ronald Reagan.  Reagan gave an electrifying speech at the Republican National Convention in 1964 that eclipsed everything in Senator Barry Goldwater’s campaign for the presidency and introduced Reagan to a national audience as a political spokesman.   

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Yesterday, PBS’s American Masters featured “The Life and Work of Carl Sandburg.”  Sandburg has been important in my life, first when my seventh grade teacher, Sister Mary Cecile, read his poem “Chicago” to the class.  I could visualize the “city of the big shoulders,” as I had been there many times with my da, a railroad brakeman on the Chicago & North Western Railroad.  I was surprised in the poem by the expression “the hog butcher of the world.”  Although I lived in farm state of Iowa, I knew nothing about farming being reared in a small industrial city on the Mississippi River.

When I was a young executive in South Africa, I had my company send me Sandburg’s “Lincoln: The War Years.”  Sandburg meant to write a letter to young people on the Civil War, but his effort grew to four volumes filled with the passion of the prairie poet born in Galesburg, Illinois not far from where I was born in Clinton, Iowa.  He won a Pulitzer Prize for the work.  Devlin quotes a passage from one of these volumes in “A Green Island in a Black Sea” (still unpublished).

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Leaders who shape our destiny are explainers not orators, not complicated thinkers but people such as Carl Sandburg, and yes, Bill Clinton, who understand the heart and soul of the pragmatic American conscience. 

Sandburg’s works still sell, but he has been ignored for many years.  Others may be ignored in their lifetime but discovered when they are no longer with us.  Fortunately, we have their works.  Destiny will see that their wisdom surfaces.  Why is that so?  Because as flawed as they might have been in life they remind us what it means to be human.  They somehow managed to be genuine and authentic in that identity and reality.  Still others make a brief splash and then are forgotten because their disingenuousness cannot survive.  We have more than enough of that to go around.

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Postscript: My first missive in the “Talking to Myself” will be on nuance leadership.  It may involve a series of such missives.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

PRECIPITOUS DECLINE OF MEN IN THE DRIVER'S SEAT OF LIFE

  


James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© September 12, 2012

When I graduated from high school in the 1950s in the top ten percent, one quarter of us were boys and three quarters girls. 

When I graduated from university also in the 1950s in the top ten percent, three quarters of us were Phi Beta Kappa, Cum Laude male students and one quarter were female students or the reverse of the high school ratio. 

When I was a chemist in the laboratory and chemical engineer in the field in the 1960s, one hundred percent of us were men. 

When I was manager in the field and then an international corporate executive in the 1960s, one hundred percent of us in my company were still men. 

When I went back to graduate school in the 1970s in pursuit of a Ph.D. in industrial-organizational psychology, sixty percent of my fellow doctorate students were men and forty percent were women. 

When I returned to industry in 1980, first as an organizational development (OD) psychologist, and then as an international corporate executive, sixty percent of my fellow professionals were men and forty percent were women. 

In 1990, when I left the corporation to write books, CEOs across the nation were close to an exclusive all boys club.  Today, women head 10 percent of Fortune 500 companies. 

During my professional career, women, for the most part, no matter their acumen, academic accomplishments or expertise, seemed content to sit in the passenger seat trusting the driving and their safety to their male drivers.  Apparently, that is no longer the case.

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David Brooks of the New York Times in his column today carries the caption, “Why Men Fail.”  Brooks writes that boys earn three quarters of the D’s and F’s in high school.  This leaves them by the time they enter college clearly behind. 

Today sixty percent of bachelor and master degrees go to women in every field, including medicine, engineering, mathematics as well as the arts and humanities. 

Men are dropping out of the educational challenge in droves allowing women to support them with the false bravado of knowing the score and having views that matter. 

In 1954, 96 percent of American men between the ages of 25 and 54 worked!  Today, only 80 percent of them hold any kind of real job. 

Millions of men are claiming disability and they are not even disabled, other then an inability to get off their asses and find a job.  Many who have jobs are doing poorly, complaining, backstabbing and retreating into "six silent killers" (see my book of that title). 

Men in the workforce compared to women overwhelmingly display these passive aggressive behaviors.  It is why I wrote the book.  Too often men see a paycheck as a right rather then the privilege of having a job.  This extends to believing they deserve merit increases because they need them, not because they have earned them. 

According to Michael Greenstone of the Hamilton Project, the annual earnings for median age males have dropped 28 percent over the last forty years.  Women have taken up the slack in productivity if not finding their earnings appreciating to the same extent. 

Brooks writes that women are still mainly denied the “tippy-top" positions in the corporate ladder because many take time off to raise children, but he adds, "women lead or are gaining ground everywhere else.” 

For instance, women in their twenties out earn men in their twenties, while they dominate twelve out of the fifteen fastest growing professions.

Brooks gives neurological and cultural reasons for male decline.  I see this as something of a rationalization.  It has been my experience that women adapt to change better and embrace fear and humiliation more courageously than men. 

Women use both sides of their brains, that is, both their cognitive (so called "masculine) and intuitive (so called "feminine") sides, which, incidentally, men have as well but prefer using only the cognitive side. 

Consequently, women are more inclined to be learners than knowers, listeners than tellers, pragmatists than dreamers, problem solvers than problem theorists.  Men seemingly have a preference for putting the best face on a problem before engaging it, better known as procrastination. 

Learning in school requires the need to focus, to sit still, and take instruction from authority figures.  Girls do this more readily.  My wife, BB, tells me that boys in her experience from pre-school through the early years of grammar school are more likely to be candidates for Ritalin for having attention deficit disorders.

Hanna Rosin in “The End of Men” (2012) blames it on immigrants coming to a new country, bringing their social-cultural baggage and mindset of the old country with them.  This is equally true of women, but men are more likely to resist assimilating the new language and ways.  Women, once they grasp the reality of the situation, will see that their children embrace the new. 

These mothers are more successful with daughters than sons.  Often the sons of immigrants drift away from school and into crime, as the Criminal Justice System can attest.  Moreover, my work as a police consultant (1970-1980) confirms this.

Reluctance to adapt to change is not confined to immigrants. Workers comfortable in the old ways of work are known to keep their minds in the old one.

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A case in point.  Engineers at Honeywell Clearwater (Florida) in the 1980s were not performing well.  This prompted me to conduct an OD intervention including a competency-compensation review of this community of more than a thousand engineers. 

Eighty percent of the engineers were found to be working on technology developed after they had left school.  Taking up the technical slack were recent engineering graduates, but only at a fraction of the compensation of the veterans. 

One neophyte engineer told me that veteran engineers got to go to all the technical seminars as a seniority gratuity, and not as a learning experience.  He complained, "We carry them and they get all the pay and perks." 

To address this problem, we developed an “in house” technical education program.  Our efforts first met with resistance from senior engineers.  This included top engineering management until it was shown competency-compensation data. 

Once the program was underway, I wrote several monographs for the program, and gave a paper at the World Conference of Continuing Engineering Education in Orlando, Florida (re: “Combating Technical Obsolescence: The Genesis of a Technical Education Program,” 1986). 

Today, Ph.D. engineers in the facility teach credit courses for engineers and technicians interested in pursuing engineering or advanced engineering degrees at the University of South Florida's School of Engineering.

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Alas, women are showing more courage and adaptability than men to change.  Women of all ages are going back to school, while men, Brooks says, are waiting for the dial to spin back to the way it was.  

Left out, what are men doing? 

Author Rosin says men are exploiting the “hookup culture,” getting plenty of sex without the necessity of commitment or romance.  Ironically, women are supporting them in this hookup culture for it allows them to have sex and fun without carrying an immature adolescent grown man as an appendage. 

Desperate to rise, women find sex without commitment allows them to focus on their professional goals.  This is evident as women lead the charge in women-owned new businesses. 

This is not the feminism claptrap or females throwing sand in the face of the ninety-pound male weakling on the beach.  Brooks says this is less about Achilles and more about the Odysseus many-sided crafty go-getter.  He ends by saying men may have to acknowledge that in the modern world they are strangers in a strange land.

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Tuesday, September 04, 2012

CLINT EASTWOOD AT RNC: COMMENT & RESPONSE


  
James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© September 4, 20012

A READER WRITES:

Hi Jim,

Don't you just love inciting these political discussions? What's most interesting about these things is the volume of misinformation getting passed along as truth. Even more amusing is the righteous indignation inspired by meaningless words and actions. Was it a director's cut or slash your throat symbolism implied by Clint's gesture? Was that a sneer on his face when he made the gesture or just his naturally harsh look?

I've never been a fan of Clint Eastwood or his movies. "Letters From Iwo Jima," though, held my interest. The Italian Westerns, the man in a poncho schtick, and Dirty Harry (4 of them) were examples of the "waiting for a hero" meme popular in the 70s and 80s, which he revived with "Gran Torino." He's an actor and a director. Both professions indicate he knows how the most nuance motion will be interpreted differently depending on the audience member's state of mind. 

I thought f*** was implied in Clint's comments. I don't remember him actually saying it. Also, while Joe Biden did say the word, it was not "into the microphone." It was an aside during his embrace of the President, which was barely picked up and amplified to determine what was actually said.

More important than any of this was that Romney's forty-five minute, non-committal speech was upstaged by Clint's 5-minute riff. The three-day infomercial (as all political conventions have become) ended with a pratfall.

We quickly forget how we felt four years ago, not knowing whether we would end up in a prolonged recession or depression. The S&P was at 675 and the Dow at 6500 shortly after the stimulus package was signed. You know, the one Republican primary candidate said they created "zero" jobs. Today, each index has doubled. This means the value of big businesses has doubled. It also means big business has more money to spend. It doesn't mean they will spend it. It certainly doesn't mean they will use it to create jobs. They are not job creators. They are profit creators. Any CEO will tell you his job is to maximize dividends to the shareholders. In business, all the popular programs are designed to reduce waste (read: mistakes.) Mistakes and wasted time require more work, which requires more laborers and higher payroll leading to lower profit and dividends.

The real purpose of business is to balance labor with demand and eliminate waste to minimize labor and improve productivity, not to create jobs. Jobs are only created by consumption. Greater consumption drives a need for greater capacity, which, in turn, after the exhaustion of overtime, leads to hiring. Giving more money to the rich through tax breaks does not increase consumption. The rich family will not by another car or refrigerator or washing machine or more food and clothing. Although, it might hire another minimum wage servant. Conversely, increasing taxes on the rich will not reduce consumption. They will continue to have money to spend.

Middle class tax reductions have a bit more of an effect. That money will be spent on necessities. Further, government stimulus money used to upgrade infrastructure, as tax credits to retrofit homes, and other like initiatives bring people into the workforce and create demand for consumer goods. This, in turn, strains the production capacity of businesses, who then hire more people to supply both the government stimulated projects and increased consumer demand.

I understand the rich like to have the word creator attached to their name. It legitimizes their god-complex. It just isn't so. We are all part of a system. The parts are not equal, but they're all necessary. Besides, I know the stimulus package put people to work. The evidence is all the traffic delays I've experienced over the past three years driving through construction zones. And, please, don't bring up Solyndra as an argument.

The US invested $30 billion in alternative energy. China responded by investing $100 billion in theirs, lowering the cost of goods sold through subsidies in an attempt to destroy the burgeoning industry in the US.

Michael  

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DR. FISHER REPLIES:
Michael,

I feel your passion, and I wish I had the clarity of one party being the devil and the other the angel, but in my long life I have not developed such clarity.

You can use indexes -- stock market prices, or whatever -- to indicate "progress," but I didn't see one word in your analysis that indicates we have out spent our ability to deliver, which is as true of the Republicans as the Democrats.  

Everything has evolved or devolved to spin, while the safety net that we have, continues to leak, and one day, if something isn't done to change it, will collapsed totally holding nothing but air and "hope."

Obama has been a disappointment to me.  His inexperience in management and leadership has proven a barrier to his ability to govern over time.  We are in trouble.  Can he get us out?  Does he have the courage to make the hard decisions?  Or is he going to continue to pander to one point of view and blame the continuing slow recovery on "big business," or the Bush Administration," or Europe?

He was given a bad hand.  So was Roosevelt.  The war pulled Roosevelt out of the soup.  We have Afghanistan, which is called "the right war."  War is never right when it is not necessary.  Afghanistan is Vietnam all over again, and yes, Iraq doesn't look any better.  

Courage is a rare commodity in anything, in the personal, professional, private or public arena.  I have seldom seen much leadership in my many careers.  My extensive reading informs me that leadership has been rare throughout history.  Personal leadership seems to follow this same curve. 

Most people go along to get along, don't make hard decisions, find someone to blame when they don't work out, aren't focused enough, determined enough, patient enough, or bold enough to stay the course, or to get out and try something totally new when they run into a wall.  Instead, they deny the wall, make excuses for the wall, or blame others for there being a wall, and there always is a wall, for everybody.  It is called “life.” 

I'm speaking of individuals, but I could just as well be speaking of leaders in my experience. 

In every place I have ever been, from grammar school through high school through college and university to my many professional careers, it has always been the same.  Most of the effort is provided by a slither of the total population involved. 

It isn't the best and the brightest that have set the mark on society, as Tom Brokaw insists, but the people willing to get off their asses and do something, take chances, accept defeat and unpopularity.  They knew where they were going, weren't sure they'd ever get there, but weren't going to cry in their milk to anyone that would listen if they didn't get there.

I've never worked in single environment in which half or three quarters of those with whom I worked were as talented or more talented than I was.  Most of them never got out of the rut, never went anywhere, never did anything, and on occasion, I'm told, have said terrible things about me, but never to my face, not once, which incidentally, would have been appreciated for the display of courage.

In one of my missives, I mentioned giving a class on "ethics and leadership" to a high school senior class of an upscale preparatory school, a school that costs these kids parents upwards of $18,000 a year.  Sad to say I would say out of a class of fifteen there were three interested in what I had to say, the rest couldn't wait to get out of the class.  An African American boy, apparently a super athlete on scholarship, slept through the class and the teacher didn't say a word. 

No, Michael, your arguments as sound as they are, as much as they are based on selective information, and all such arguments are so based, will not save us from this sinking ship. 

Someone in leadership has got to put it on the line and say, "Listen up, people, we are in trouble and it is not important why we are in trouble or who is the blame but if we don't get off our asses and do something about it, you can kiss our heritage goodbye!"

My problem with the RNC and DNC is they seem like doppelgangers to me, both devils.

Be always well,

Jim
PS I haven’t mentioned Clint Eastwood.  Like him or not, he got off his ass a long time ago with not much more going for him than good looks, and ended up making his day at a supreme moment in American history.  I am a philosopher that has written a minor characterization of that moment.  I suspect books will be written about Clint and the “empty chair” to the RNC contretemps.

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THE EMPTY CHAIR SYNDROME

THE EMPTY CHAIR SYNDROME

James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© September 4, 2012

By now the media has typecast Clint Eastwood the fool, a stereotype of his acting roles from “Dirty Harry” to costarring with an orangutan in “Every Which Way but Loose,” underlining that description by implying he is “a senile octogenarian.”

No question he threw a grenade into the carefully scripted crowded room of the RNC.  Now the fear is that Jerry Lewis, only slightly younger, will be on stage at the DNC in Charlotte, North Carolina in his signature role as the “Nutty Professor.”

Sometimes I get the impression media is vying for comparison to the “Roman Curia of the College of Cardinals,” or the verbal equivalent to the “Spanish Inquisition.”  Not a pleasant thought to be sure.

Philosophers call the distinctly human capacity to know fundamental truths about reality from all the intellectual noise and bric-a-brac to which they are exposed to “sapiential sense” (from homo sapiens), a form of common sense.  

The database of “sapiential sense” is a dynamic interface between thoughts and things that discerns the actual in the perceived by acts of knowledge.  This is a way in which sapiential sense has a lot in common with most forms of common sense, such as intuition, right-reason, first principles and self-evident facts.

We now have a whole industry of "fact checkers" that feels it fulfills a need that is beyond the competence and comprehension of ordinary individual citizens when they hear the histrionics and bombast of politicians on the stump.  I beg to differ.  I feel fact checking muddies up the works if it is not in collusion with some special interest.  Why?  The unbiased declarations of fact checkers are forms of bias.  You cannot separate the two. 

Sapiential sense is the mind’s ability to “see” the truths that constitute reality so as to grasp things as they are in themselves.  Knowledge, not to belabor the point, is basically a matter of seeing things.  Arguments, “Monday morning quarterbacking,” as is currently the media mode, present reasoning from some advantage are processes of secondary importance.  What you see is mainly what you get as empirical knowledge kicks in.  We are wiser than we think.

Viewers of Clint Eastwood’s performance – it was a performance meant to seem impromptu, but for an actor that is an impossibility – got it!  This was not hard science.  This was a gut reaction. 

Scripted high drama attempts to approach science by capturing the empirical with the observable and measurable to fit neatly into what is expected.  The irony is that science cannot proceed at all without making fundamental assumptions that cannot themselves be proved scientifically: that is, that the world exists, that the human mind can know truth, that all phenomenon can be explained, and so on.

Why do media protest so much at Clint Eastwood’s audacity?  For most, it’s in their DNA, spelled “ratings,” but for others the absurdity is recognized. 

One television critic wondered what was the benefit of some 15,000 journalists showing up at the RNC in Tampa, Florida and mainly complaining about the heat and humidity, or Eastwood’s performance.  This critic wrote: “All this money, time and resources to watch an Oscar winner debate an empty chair seemed like an apt metaphor.  Maybe ol’ Clint knew what he was doing better than we thought.”

Deploying sapiential sense sometimes means playing the part of the boy who observed that the emperor wore no clothes.  What Eastwood did was a task that must be undertaken with complete confidence in the essential integrity of the audience’s fundamental perception of the Real and a refusal to be intimidated by the fall out and pretensions of sophists, which the media are proving to be.

Eastwood managed in twelve-minutes of stumbling patter talking to an empty chair to an imaginary friend to set the RNC on its head. 

The friend, who was alleged to be President Barak Obama, could just as well have been RNC’s presidential nominee, Mitt Romney, who was due next to give his acceptance speech, as both men have that condescendingly gracious mechanized manner of superior wit and wisdom that are meant to connote leadership, but unfortunately raise the meter on disingenuousness. 

It is clear no one is satisfied with either candidate.  That is why Eastwood's symbolic theatre is reminiscent of Samuel Beckett, the poet of the absurd.  The absurd is our most human aspect.  We are always in danger of forgetting that.  Artists keep us in touch with what is Real.  Cicero said long ago, “There is no opinion so absurd but that a philosopher hasn’t expressed it.”  He could have added, “That is why we are all philosophers.” 

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Saturday, September 01, 2012

CLINT EASTWOOD'S SPEECH AT THE RNC IN TAMPA, FLORIDA


James R. Fisher, Jr., Ph.D.
© September 1, 2012

When you ask a child a question, or when a child makes an observation, there is no filter, no protocol, no scripted reservoir of correct and incorrect responses to the query or the observation.  The child speaks as the voice and rhythm of the dynamic that constitutes the child is energized to consciously respond.  Often, we are surprised, sometimes shocked and even delighted taking credit for the nascent wisdom that seems to be emanating from our congenital roots. 

That child will soon learn that what is considered appropriate and what is not, what is enhancing and beneficial to that child and what is not, and what will be awarded and what will be punished.  A child is aware of all this before that child’s third birthday because we are resolute that child should be a compliment to our goodness and civility and not an embarrassment. 

It is not the child that is the center of our concern, but how people see that child as a reflection of our breeding, our parenting, our desirability, and ourselves.  This, too, does not take the child long to perceive because before it enters preschool that child has already determined the lay of the land.

We take this amorphous mass of possibility that is that child and mold it into being an effective dissembler and prevaricator, and to understand getting ahead and getting our way are simply a matter of the skill developed in deceit and manipulation. 

The child that learns this game the best is likely to be well groomed, getting good grades in school, an exemplary member of the church and always a joy to those that feel they have bragging rights. 

It is not uncommon for that child, once an adult, and having completed an auspicious education at some prestigious university with the right complement of degrees to go into politics. 

That child who never learns the game and fights constant harassment to pay attention to grooming, to school, to church, to hanging out with other like minded respectable children, once an adult, unfinished and of doubtful identity having failed many times, commonly pursues the arts.

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I find it amusing, predictably amusing that the Monday morning quarterbacks of the media and the political arena are aghast that actor, director Clint Eastwood, 82, would have the audacity, not of hope, but of guile to speak without a forked tongue, the tongue he received from his mother before he had to fight through the stuffy bag of pretentious society to find the rhythm of his soul.  He put that on display Thursday night prior to the acceptance speech of Mitt Romney for the Republican nomination for president.

All those wise heads of media, who have been programmed in the essence of propriety, have come down on the man with a vengeance.  How could he do this?  Why did it do it?  Who is responsible for this breach of decorum?

It has all the markings of that first time that child of three stepped out of line and said or did something that was not predicted, not acceptable and was found offensive by the arbitrary standards of those hovering big people above.

Why was Eastwood not vetted?  Why was there no rehearsal?  Why was he not scripted to say precisely what those in charge expected him to say?  How could he be such an embarrassment to Romney?   How, indeed.

Did what Clint Eastwood say hurt or help Mr. Romney?  We shall see.  What is clear is that the RNC was the equivalent of high church in a time when high church is anachronistic and the clergy atavistic. 

Some have accused the actor of “acting his age,” or being senile.  Was it a good speech?  No.  Did it get a big reaction in the hall?  Yes.  Will it be remembered?  Possibly it will be the only thing remembered of this convention.

Was it apostasy?  Was it sacrilegious?  If political conventions are high church, I guess it was.  My sense is that it is the only honest moment that I have seen in this whole entire campaign season, thus far, on either side of the aisle. 

It was a breath of fresh air to me in a programmed world that I, like Mr. Eastwood, have grown tired of, as nothing is more ludicrous than to take ourselves too seriously.  Thank you, Mr. Eastwood, for making my day.

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