ACADEMIC: Confronting the Deep Change or Slow Death Dilemma

*disclaimer*
This is about an article I had to read for class. It's late, I've been at work all day, I am sure this entry lacks the coherence needed to fully establish my point, but as long as I draft it, I can perfect it in a paper later on down the line. If you're still reading after I said all that, bless your heart!"

Every once in awhile these management classes bless me with a little jewel of wisdom that allow me to appreciate ever so humbly the opportunities this education is going to afford me, and more importantly to appreciate my training to be a leader in my community.

For my Organization and Management class we were assigned selected chapters from Deep Change: Discovering the Leader Within by Robert E. Quinn. When the professor first mentioned the title of the book, I assumed that this would be another one of "those" readings. The readings that are full of anecdotal stories of positive change in organizations and North America and Europe that I won't be able to relate to unless I become a CEO of a Fortune 500 company. However, I was quite surprised when this chapter breathed pure life into my soul and inspired me to write (yet again this week).

The title of the chapter is Confronting the Deep Change or Slow Death Dilemma. As many may have ascertained (if you read this blog at all), I internalize just about everything that I watch and read. Every movie I've seen either parallels my spiritual, philosophical, or emotional viewpoints. So of course, if I begin to the same with a textbook either I am really making an active attempt to get something qualitative out of this degree or my mind is just so fragmented and ill-focused that there are somethings I just can't help but think about.

Whatever. I'll think about what I wanna think about when I wanna think about it. *kanye mug face*

Alhough the author is discussing organizational change as it relates to the individual and the workplace, I instantly began to draw correlations between the author's words to the struggle and journey of the black community in the United States. Seems like a bit of stretch I'm sure, but bear with me and see if you get where I'm going with this.

In the previous chapter the author determines that there comes a time in all life cycles in which change needs to occur. Incremental changes are reactionary responses to rational analysis and careful planning. They are often piecemeal and reversible if necessary. Deep changes are those that change structure, philosophy, thought, and outlook. They are not reversible. Deep change does not come from careful planning; it involves taking risks.
Quinn says, "Excellence, however, never lies within the boxes drawn in the past.... To bring deep change, people have to "suffer" the risks (take a stand against the status quo). And to bring about deep change in other, people have to reinvent (redefine) themselves."

Y'all beginning to feel me?

Personal relationships, internal struggles, Fortune 500 companies, community nonprofits all face point in which change is inevitable. The argument of the author is that there are really only two responses when one is confronted with change:
1. Deep Change
OR
2. Slow Death

The author discovers many times that slow death is the chosen option by many individuals (in the community). People recognize that a deep change is needed in the community and they opt to do nothing. People seek comfort in discover short-term personal survival over the understanding and ACCEPTANCE of long-term collective responsibility. (Now, I know y'all understand what I was talking about. Collective responsibility? UJIMA!!!)

The author then shares the boiled-frog experiment a methaphor for complacency v. action-oriented reactions to change. (If a frog is taken from cold water to boiling water it immediately jumps out, if its placed in a container of water that is gradually heated, eventually the water boils and the frog is dead.) <<<---- that's what slow death is. Complacency in the status quo. Acceptance of fate, claiming yourself as a victim with no alternative, incapable of seeing outside of the current contraints, unable to assume the responsibility of the collective... self-prescribed suicide.

The chapter describes in detail symptoms of slow death and explores the hypocrisy in those who instead of remaining complacent, actively disengage entirely by creating an exit strategy for themselves. The author names a number of reasons why the exit strategy is just another method for the same slow death.

So my takeaway from this weeks reading assignment:
To evolve as a people we cannot let self-interest triumph collective responsibility! No matter what has been done before! A call to action for deep change needs to be embedded in all aspects of community relation so we can forever eradicate the disease of slow death.

I'm sure my __________________ professor isn't expecting me to share something like this in class.

I doubt I will.

*Spoiler Alert* PUSH --- A Novel by Sapphire

Admittedly, I have been devoting very little time to personal reading because of the wealth of homework under my belt, but today I was so THROUGH with school and classwork that I read Sapphire's PUSH from cover to cover in less than five hours. The main reason I even ordered the book during my months book-sprees on Amazon is that I love to read the book before seeing the movie and all these "rabble-rousers" on twitter KEPT tweeting about the movie so I needed to get the background story so I, too, could sing America.

I wasn't wowed by the book. The story is intriguing of course, but the writing didn't capture me. I don't know what I was expecting... but I felt as if the story fell flat... as if it were unfinished, and not in the intentional thought-provking manner that authors sometimes intend, but in a way that makes you wonder if the author just quit. *kanye shrug*

In summary: PUSH is written by its main character Claireece Precious Jones. The book is compilation of her thoughts, journals, and experiences over the last eighteen years of her life. Her life circumstances are deplorable beyond imagination. At the age of 16, she is in the 8th grade reading at a 2nd grade level. Her mother physically, sexually, and verbally abuses her. Her birth father molests her from age three until age sixteen and impregnates her twice, once at age 12 and again at age 16. After finally making the strides to take control of her life and assume an identity that she never had the opportunity to properly develop or explore her mother alerts her that her father died from HIV. Precious gets tested and finds out she is HIV positive as well. Precious is an eighteen year old HIV positive mother with an eighth grade education.

There are interesting concepts highlighted in the book. Minister Louis Farrakhan is an idol of her, representing the true essence of what a man should be. She is heavily influenced by the Minister's speeches and the beliefs of the Nation of Islam.

Precious equates her dark complexion as another thing she has fallen victim to. She describes to her teacher that in a perfect world she would be light-skinned so that people would love her. During her reflection on being invisible to all those she interacted with she mentions that she wishes that people saw as a little white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. The commentary on colorism continues as Precious develops relationships with other women in her class. She identifies personality traits with skin complexion and constantly reflects on her own dark skin.

The book definitely allows the reader to see Precious' character develop throughout the story. The most explicit examples are the sample writings from her journal. Her vocabulary, sentence structure, and language usage improves throughout the story. Her character also develops mentally. She redefines her ties to the teachings of Minister Farrakhan after finding out that her beloved teacher is a homosexual. She reevaluates her self-worth after gaining friends and mentors who are looking out for her. Precious grows throughout the entire story.

My favorite part of the entire book is when it comes time for the student's in Precious' class to recite a poem from memory to the front of the class. I almost jumped out my bed when I turned the page and realized she was going to recite "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes. I can remember my mother quoting lines from that poem throughout my entire childhood and as you read the story you understand why that was the most appropriate choice.

I can now in good conscious see Tyler Perry's Precious.

Internet Connection is bad...

I haven't given an update in a few days because the internet connection has been so bad. I'll recap quickly and hopefully tomorrow I can deliver a better analysis of my time here.

5. Today I held a $1300 bottle of wine (vintage 1956).

4. Dinner cannot last less than 3 hours during this trip.

3. I could listen to waves all day everyday. The most soothing sound ever. (authentic) Those Sounds of the Ocean CDS would never cut the cake.

2. I ate lunch at the beach bar today. I ate a tuna sandwich with a pineapple coconut coleslaw. Mims "This is Why I'm Hot" played in the background.

1. Me & Bacon = Fatal Attraction

I'm learning so much while being here. I can't wait to further cultivate the relationships that I have developed here. (seriously)

Oh yeah, I have to blog about the near death experience. Don't worry, trust me, I will not forget.

this one thing about my wedding is NON NEGOTIABLE! (yup this is all about food)

I woke up at 7am this morning.

I went to sleep at 3am.

I was not a happy camper.

I went to breakfast at 730am and at ate like the queen that I am. I had a fried egg with fried pumpkin and it was soooooo good.

After that, I waded in the glorious Atlantic Ocean for awhile and then went back to my room for a mid morning nap.

When I woke up, I put on my swimming suit and went straight to the beach with a bag full of school work. The beach was crowded (not with people, its real small, just not a lot of room to keep my stuff dry) to study so I moved my books to the pool. I played in the waves a bit and got my tan started. I accomplished reading two chapters (about 75 pages) of my Local Economic Development text book while I literally baked in the sun. August in Egypt has nothing on October in Tobago. IT IS SO HUMID. I was sweating all day, not moving, not thinking, not doing anything but sitting and dripping in sweat.

For lunch I had a delicious seafood salad. if my internet was working I would upload a pic... just know that it had rock fish, lobster, and shrimp.... soooo delicious.

After my afternoon bake, I went to my room and took a nap (because you know the sun does drain all the living energy out of you). I woke up to news that we were on our way to dinner. We went to a buffet that was absolutely delicious. Sweet potatoes in coconut sauce FTW and spicy coconut chicken... my word! For desert I had pineapple sorbet with honey cake. Undoubtedly, the best desert I have ever eaten. It is an absolute must have on my wedding day. I am not kidding (check my FB status). The future husband has absolutely no say in this matter.

My posts may seem extremely vague but I am trying to limit any information about my job or coworkers, but I most def should talk about it. Ask me sometimes... better yet, I'm sure I'll drop some knowledge on my twitter page when I can.

The last member of our nine person team has just arrived and I have just been invited to the resort bar by my supervisors. Mind you it is 11:30pm, I should take advantage, eh? I guess I might...

It's cold and rainy you say? NOT HERE!

Today was a short work day. We did one site visit and I am beginning to see the inevitable problems working here. Cultural disconnects abound and I wish I was properly trained to handle them. Sometimes (all the time) I wonder what Dr. Carr would do to get the material across in this instant. He has the experience relating in school administration and I just know that he could do this much better in his sleep.

Today was my first day driving on the right side of the car on the left side of the road. Really, I think this makes more sense and the US should just switch all of their streets to do the same. NOW. Please and thank you.

My supervisor left the lights on in the car (in the daytime) and the batter went dead so we had to call for a ride. Poo poo.

For all those who I said I'd email, I'm going to get to it soon.

It's rainy season here, so its been pretty wet out. But the good kind of summer showers that make you wanna.... (in janet jackson voice) well, you know....

I am waiting for my phone(s) to charge so I can head to the mall and see what dey talmbout out dere.

wish I had some homeys here with me....

but alone it makes me feel like How Stella Got Her Groove Back....

oh and I could so work internationally. i dig this.