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I picture myself
standing next to a large wooden stairway in my childhood
home. I feel small, like I'm hiding in the dark, although
I'm taller than my mother who is standing in the front
doorway. Because she is by the door, my mother is
brightly lit by the hall light - she almost seems more
real than me. And she's angry... she's angry that I don't
go out, that I don't have more friends, that I'm shy
around people, that my social life is so limited. Her
words come across like an attack. And, I, feeling very
young although I am now 16, hide in the dark, in my own
silence. And then, at some point, the silence becomes my
defence - it becomes a wall around me that keeps me safe,
and gives me power against my mother's complaints. In
fact, the more silent I am, the more angry and frustrated
my mother gets...... Many years later, I can see how this
same dynamic can emerge in my other relationships with
authority - and I work hard not to let that script take
over, by forcing myself to speak up and claim my own
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I remember having a
boss that truly inspired me. An elegant Frenchman with
lots of energy and ideas, he coached me to have more
persistence in the political battles that were waging in
the hotel where we worked. "If you can't get through
with cannons, next try machine guns - but definitely do
not give up!" he would say. He seemed so confident
and comfortable, I was thrilled when he promised to bring
me to France on his next assignment. But first, we had to
turn this hotel around. One day, we met to discuss the
financial projections I had developed as part of the
annual budgeting process. "No, the number isn't 66,
it's 72," he coached me, certain that the hotel's
occupancy for the year would be higher. I was so
embarassed about having the wrong forecast, I spent all
weekend re-working the calculations. Then, Monday late
morning, I walked into the Executive Committee meeting
with my boss to present our results. When I read out the
new forecast of 72%, the director of the hotel (the
senior manager there) sputtered in disbelief.
"Ridiculous! That number is absolute bullshit. We've
got no chance in hell of getting more than 66!" I
was in shock and panic, sitting on the hot seat while all
of the other executives looked at me. But when I turned
to my boss sitting next to me, his head was down and he
was scribbling furiously on a small piece of paper. He
did nothing to acknowledge his part in my forecast and
left me to defend it alone..... Due to this incident and
others, I often mistrust authority figures, expecting
them to push me into taking risks, but leaving me and
others completely unsupported when the chips are down. |
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I remember a lesson in
how much I projected onto authority that was untested. I
had decided to quit my first job in a computer company,
in order to move to France to write a novel. I was so
anxious and afraid about telling my boss, I ended up with
a bloody nose. My sense of authority at this point was
this cloudy, amorphous thing - I was very inarticulate
about how it worked and had lots of fears and rules that
went untested for a long time. Yet, when I tested those
beliefs by actually giving my notice, my boss was
actually quite supportive, asking me about my plans and
the novel itself. This was not at all what I was
expecting. |
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It breaks my heart when
people ignore kids and exclude them from decisions that
affect them - I really react to that. Yet is some places
people don't handle authority that way. For example, I
recently discovered a teacher that helps kids write poems
for a poetry slam. These poems are pure expression about
what's going on in their lives - they are allowed to
speak the way they see things, telling their stories. I
went to the slam and it was incredible - the greatest
thing I've ever seen. As they spoke their truths, there
was applause, cheering them on. Most of the stories were
about anger, sadness, fear, frustration. As Anne-Marie
Roker/Roper says, we each come into life with a
curriculum we're meant to follow - and so much of how we
treat kids blocks that. What we should be doing is
helping that to unfold. |
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I have been confused in
my feelings around authority. I tend to define authority
as the abuse of power, what thou shalt not do, sort of a
masculine voice - so I am very ambivalent about my own
authority as I now have several departments reporting to
me. But my company was founded by a bunch of hippies in
the '60's, and they've really adopted the values of
respecting human dignity, honesty, and supporting people.
So I've grown up in that culture, and have learned that
you can exercise authority in a collaborative way. But
recently, we hired a new manager who comes from a more
authoritarian industry and he's really challenged our
style. He is focused more on efficiency and profitability
than on people and relationships, yet I can see that he
has good intentions and wants to please his boss. And we
ARE inefficient in some ways. So I try not to discourage
him, but tell him to slow down, to learn about our
culture, and adapt his ideas to our approach. Yet in the
process I find myself second-guessing my own style -
thinking perhaps the approach I've learned is just
ineffective. |
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