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And this is why: every institution (college, foundation, large corporation, clinic, agency, government body) inevitably realizes that, whatever it once represented, its continuity as an institution is part of its identity and is highly marketable.  The longer an institution exists, so the preservation of its own continuity grows increasingly important and eventually becomes the institution’s unstated but primary goal.  Ipse dixi.

Think about how continuity is sold to you as a value proposition in everyday life, and whether it amounts to anything.  Here’s a trivial example.  In college, I joined the staff of The Tartan (“Carnegie-Mellon’s Student Newspaper Since 1906”) and served for a while as its features editor, columnist and cartoonist — part of some “long and proud tradition” of Tartan contributors.  But does anyone remember that, other than a scant few of my college mates?   Does anyone currently on the staff delve into The Tartan archives and read my articles and say, “Ahh, so that’s the way to write a college newspaper!”  Of course they don’t, because what we did in the 1970s is neither memorable or relevant.  The name of the paper is the only thing that’s the same.  The Tartan is not your grandfather’s college newspaper.  Or your mother’s.

This does not keep the Carnegie-Mellon University website, when describing The Tartan,  from mentioning the year 1906 for no other purpose than to — you guessed it — remind tuition-paying parents of the continuity of the institution.  The message to parents: your $64,000 a year will be buying something that lasts a lifetime.  An academic diamond ring, if you will.

I suggest that whether we are talking about The Tartan or Kodak or The New York Times or The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the idea that institutional continuity exists, that it ensures quality and consistency and is therefore entitled to our trust, is a fragile framework of fabrications.  The premise that continuity signifies strength and proficiency is sold to us by our beloved institutions for plainly Darwinian reasons: to win our trust, to gain our money, and ultimately to ensure the continued existence of the institution.

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The people who manage institutions are loath to admit fault, either personal or collective.  Instead, like birds flying to cover in a storm, they tend to seek the protection that the institution offers.  They believe that the institution’s aura of trustworthiness, implied by its durability, is like a dome that shields its members from harm.  The institutional dome protects its affiliates in (at least) two ways: by diffusing responsibility among its members; and by making the actions of its members invisble to anyone outside the dome.  I contend that it is the people outside the institution who more often need protection, from the complacency and irresponsibility of those inside.

Richard FeynmanOne of my heroes is the late Richard Feynman, the Nobel Prize physicist who, during the Rogers Commission hearings on the 1986 Challenger shuttle disaster, posed a fundamental question: “What is the cause of management’s fantastic faith in the machinery?  It would appear that, for whatever purpose, be it for internal or external consumption, the management of NASA exaggerates the reliability of its product, to the point of fantasy.

These challenging remarks would lead William P. Rogers, former Secretary of State, head of the commission, and a person who had managed an institution or two himself, to say,  “Feynman is becoming a real pain in the ass.”

Feynman spoke bluntly about the institution that was NASA in the 1980s.  “Official management … claims to believe the probability of failure is a thousand times less.  One reason for this may be an attempt to assure the government of NASA perfection and success in order to ensure the supply of funds.  The other may be that they sincerely believed it to be true, demonstrating an almost incredible lack of communication between themselves and their engineers.”

Bingo.  Except Feynman was correct on both counts, not just one reason or the other.

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Such is the mindset of institutions.  They come to believe, “Our endurance is testimony to our accumulated wisdom and the way we do things.  So why question how we do things?”  This is how they lie to themselves, as they lie to us — with the weak logic of the continuity of their own existence.

One may argue that what we call institutional memory — facilities, systems, documents and procedures that guide (and constrain) the work of an institution — demonstrate the value of continuity.  I disagree.  Performance depends on people who are there today.  Institutional memory is worthless if it is not effectively applied.  Systems and structures put in place by predecessors mean nothing when new leaders discard them in favor of their own consulting-firm-0f-the-month ideas.  Most importantly, poor leadership negates every institutional asset, including its legacy.  Poor leadership breeds cynicism and sub-optimal performance from all those who are forced to endure it.

Institutions per se do not do anything — whatever they do is done by real live people. Words and deeds of dead people may be invoked, to provide inspiration or pay homage to tradition, but the fact remains, there is no Thomas Edison at General Electric today, no Clara Barton at the Red Cross, no Colonel Sanders cooking KFC, and no George Washington in the White House.*  We forget that institutions are people.  High-strung people.  Slackers.  Allergy sufferers.  Maybe your neighbors, or even you.  My point?  Individuals make the decisions at institutions and individuals should be held accountable for them.

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Many people who work for an institution are there for a relatively short time, with respect to the lifespan of the institution.  Asking workers to keep the history of the institution in mind as they perform their duties can be counterproductive.  It can encourage futile and wasteful efforts to keep “sinking ships” afloat, when the better thing to do would be to abandon the past and embrace the problem at hand.

This brings to mind the most distasteful memory from my final years at Kodak.  It was the time when film was still popular, consumer digital cameras had 3 or 4 megapixels at best and cost a few hundred dollars, and Kodak sold a lot of both.  I worked in the silver-halide (i.e., traditional photography) area and was attending our year-end, division-wide meeting where our next research budget was to be presented.  Many of the silver-halide scientists were outraged, to put it mildly, when management told them that the “digital side” of the company would, for the first time in Kodak history, be given more research dollars than the “film side” of the business.

In the question-and-answer period that followed, one disgruntled audience member after another stood up and defended continued research in silver-halide technology, asserting that film promised higher resolution and better image quality than digital could hope to offer for years and years to come.

Those researchers weren’t so wrong about film’s capabilities, but they were dead wrong about what consumers wanted.  As it turned out, photo shooters cared more about convenience and cost than image quality or physical prints.  But many of our scientists (and their management) seemed to care more about defending their hallowed ground than helping the company deliver something future consumers would want.  There was clearly a split within the ranks between film and digital, and Kodak leadership waffled.  You know the rest of the story.  In just a few years, there was no more turf to defend, film, digital or otherwise.

Kodak did do one thing well during that time.  It was excellent at believing its own lies.**

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If institutions are to be trusted (we do need to trust them because they aren’t going away), they need to stop acting like institutions and more like people, more like the people they are comprised of, more like the people they serve.  Whatever worth an institution has is derived from individuals, working together.  Storied pasts do not matter, only the performance of current leaders and members.  If an institution is not effective or trustworthy, then something needs to change, most likely the method by which its leaders are selected.

I can think of five ways that institutions can help us trust them:

(1)  Spread out.  The more massive the institution, the less important any one individual feels and the more that personal responsibility is diffused.  No individual in the institution should be more than two steps from top management, or two steps from direct contact with people outside the institutional dome.  Increasing the number of points of contact with the public will also help increase the transparency of the institution.

(2)  Increase the stakes.  Leaders and workers need to be accountable.  To be accountable, their performance must be made visible, as must their goals.  (The goals of an institution are too often obscured when convenient, especially to mask poor leadership.)  It is a powerful tool for accountability that the public knows the names of individuals, not just the title of an office in a deparment of a division.  And when a person fails in an important effort, he or she should be reassigned or let go, period.  That is what accountability means.  It is not to punish but to make for a better-working institution.

(3)  Forget the past.  Instituions cripple themselves when they insist on building bridges between the past and the future using resources at hand.  The past is gone.  Painful as it may be for existing workers, a viable institution needs to equip itself for challenges ahead, and that calls for workers with new, specific skill sets.  Institutions must continuously re-train or re-hire, or both.  If not, they will have to lie about their outdated capabilities.  This also applies to the facilities and information systems an institution uses.  When legacy systems get in the way of effectiveness (think the Veterans Health Administration), then people throughout the institution — including its leaders — need to make noise, not excuses, until something is done about it.

(4)  Be externally, not internally, responsive.  An institution contemplating its own navel (that is, its legacy) is not fully engaged in its real purpose.  The leader cannot just be the institution’s cheerleader-and-fundraiser-in-chief —  the leader must model for the public how everyone in the institution is expected to perform.  The leader must be willing to go before the public and speak the truth about things that have gone wrong.  Sugar-coating a problem should be cause for a leader’s dismissal — too often it is part of the leader’s job description.

(5)  The key to all of this lies is the selection process (and de-selection as needed) for leaders and managers.  Institutional board members — CEOs and other big guns — tend to bring in the people they are comfortable with, which means (to no one’s surprise) people like themselves.  Boards need to be diverse, not just in race and gender but in background.  And boards need to operate democratically — if a board simply rubber-stamps the chairperson’s decisions, any diversity of background among board members is useless window-dressing.  Finally, when it comes to government agencies, we can only hope that some politician, someday, will end the long-standing tradition of putting cronies and mega-donors into leadership positions.  Sadly, I’m not sure how much leverage the voting public will ever have in this regard.  Money talks, and we are outspent.

Institutions become too tightly bound to their pasts in any number of ways.  They need to stop lying to themselves — and to us — that their past performance implies future results.  And they need to stop reminding themselves — and us — about their reputations and traditions and focus instead on doing the job they are supposed to do, today.

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* The alert reader knows that was a trick statement, as George Washington never did live in the White House.
** The fiction (from Forbes, August 21, 2000):  “We happen to be in a business that is going to explode,” says [Kodak CEO Dan] Carp, 52. “Digital means more picture-taking, whether they are health pictures, professional pictures or consumer pictures.  And with that comes more and more output.”  He vows Kodak will expand sales by 8% to 12% a year and boost profits 10% annually for the next five years, triple its earnings growth rate over the past ten.  That would push revenue from $14 billion to $24 billion, with most of the surge fueled by digital products. 
The facts:  2000 – Kodak earned $1.407 billion.  2001 – earned $76 million.  2002 – earned $770 million.  2003 – earned $265 million.  2004 – earned $544 million.  2005 – lost $1.26 billion.  Actual total profit over the years 2001 to 2005: $395 million.  Profits “promised” by CEO Carp for the same period: nearly $9.5 billion.
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As I mentioned in an earlier post, David Walton was an English professor at Carnegie-Mellon University in the early 1970s while I was a student there.  His creative writing class introduced me to works such as Slaughterhouse Five, Catch-22, Trout Fishing in America and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.  Once I had Slaughterhouse Five in my head, all I wanted to do was to write like Vonnegut — start my sentences with “So” and end them with “it goes” and stuff the middles with the resigned sound of nothing.  But I digress.

I treasured that class.  It seemed to embody everything college was supposed to be about, as depicted in college admission brochures.  I remember several beautiful fall afternoons in Pittsburgh when our class gathered on the lawn next to the Fine Arts building, the eighteen or so of us sitting in a circle and sharing our thoughts about our readings and writings.  And I remember Walton’s habit of tapping the filter end of his cigarette on his classroom desk for a minute or so, to pack down the tobacco before he lit up.  As I was also a smoker at the time, I copied his habit.  I was young, impressionable and looking for impressions to try on for size.

A Grade from WaltonI didn’t ace his class but it didn’t matter.  I pretty much wrote what I pleased.  I took some risks, and I was also complacent and self-absorbed, befitting a seventeen-year-old.  Befitting his role, Walton gave me personal and detailed feedback, some positive and some not.  His complaint about my frequent “grinding self-commentary” would not discourage me from signing up for his advanced writing class three years later.  I took it as a minor point-of-pride that I was the only engineering student in his class.  (I guess we were supposed to prefer being in the lab or doing some nerdy thing with slide-rules.)

David Walton was the only professor that I sort-of-wished I could have had a friendship with as an adult.  But that is the stuff of fantasy, as he knew little about me except for my writing, and I knew next-to-nothing about him, save for his attitude, his mannerisms and his critiques, typewritten on unbleached paper, which I have kept to this day.

Some weeks ago, I had the idea of contacting David Walton and inviting him to visit my blog, to show him how grown-up and all I have become over the past forty years, and how the grinding self-commentary he so lamented persists to this day.  (Yep, that shows him!) But then I had a rare moment of other-thinking: how could I ask David Walton to read more of my writings without having read a single word of what he has written?

To resolve this inequity, I did a search and found that David Walton has not only won the Flannery O’Connor Award for Short Fiction but has published three works, the latest being Ride in 2003.   So I bought a paperback copy of Ride.  And I have just finished it.

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This is where the trouble starts.  I figured I would read his book, share my impressions in this blog, and then contact David Walton and refer him to this post, where he would not only read my tribute to his novel but discover here the more than three-hundred splendid examples of how I write these days.  He would be thoroughly entertained, I would be duly flattered, and who knows, maybe it would lead to us having a beer together in Pittsburgh someday.

But questions arose.  First, how could I write an objective review of his novel if I had read it mainly to gain favor with him?  But let’s say I managed to be critical.  How could I ask him to visit my site, only for him to be greeted by a bad review, after which he is expected to read and lavish his comments on my blog?   And what qualifies me to review his book anyway?  I am no English professor.  I never tried to write a book.  David Walton has written books, short stories and reviews.  Who am I to tell him anything about character development or the difference between a story and a plot?  Whatever I had to say, I would only be putting myself in the position of having him review the soundness of my review.

As a result, I decided I am not going to write a review.*   This does not mean, however, that I no longer care what David Walton thinks about the blog.  I still intend to contact him and ask him to check it out, including this post.  He probably will not be entertained, and I will more likely be embarassed than flattered, but who knows, maybe it will lead to us having a beer together and exchanging a few pleasantries in Pittsburgh (or Asheville) someday.

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* Just a footnote.  I moderately enjoyed the novel.  The main character is Ray, an out-of-work history professor trying to teach developmentally-disabled people how to ride the bus from their group home in Pittsburgh to their West Versailles workshop and back.  I did not find Ray all that admirable — he came across to me as self-important, self-absorbed and ironically, considering the nature of his assignment, directionless.  Someone with grand thoughts and mundane ambitions.  Quite human.  As I read, I kept wondering what if anything of Ray’s character or situation was autobiographically inspired.
I appreciated the references to Pittsburgh landmarks, but I found the details of the bus rides — who got on, who got off, what Ray saw out the window — tedious after a while.  Too many bit-part characters to remember, especially when most of them did not participate in the story other than sit on the bus.  And my favorite character, the nearly-blind Morris, was written out of the storyline three-quarters of the way through, leaving Ray and his client Elliott to do what they needed to do to mop up the ending.
Ray (or should I say, Elliott) accomplishes his task in the end, but the narrative was so understated that I did not feel a sense of satisfaction reading about it.  I even started to hope for a Rod Serlingesque plot twist, where it is discovered that Ray is actually a resident of the group home, has an obsessive-compulsive fascination with bus routes, and relentlessly drills the other clients on this topic, with the remaining details revealed to have been a product of Ray’s juvenile imagination.  But no, no such surprise — the novel ends with Ray reflecting on the “lesson from his travels.”
I had other quibbles, but this footnote is not the place to air them.  Well, maybe one.  Describing Ray taking “a welcome and protracted dump” in a department store men’s room — I don’t think that detail was essential to the story.  Really, I don’t want to read about anyone’s bathroom activity or even acknowledge that people spend time there.  I know that I don’t.
All in all, it wasn’t a bad book.  Its premise had promise.  If you plan to read it, I would recommend you do so in three sittings or less.  This, I think, will keep you engaged in the main storyline and help you motor past the numerous loose ends that dangle and blind alleys that beckon.
If David Walton ever reads this footnote, I fear that any chance of my having a beer with him in Pittsburgh will have been poured down the drain.  So it goes.
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