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We wander in the dark.
A reaper towers over us.
“No,” we say “It is not time yet.”
The shadow decays
And we are alone.
We hold a candle without flame,
Watch all prayers turn to stone
We feel our souls tear to pieces
When the stars do not follow,
Stars all around the little lights
Of the garden where we lay.
We are the offering, we are the offering,
And the gentleness of the shadows
Is the womb where we find rest.
If asked where our flames are
“It must be dark” is our cool reply.
I left the garden once,
But something pulled me back;
Something biting at my foot.
I fell at the gateway
And was brought shrieking to the grass.
We are stigmata. We are shade.
Bleeding silently into the grass.
Our Lord is stone and we shall not want
Only the moon knows our true form
And the sun never wanders here.
Go away! Go away!
It is not time yet!
A silence creeps in our blood,
A silence that seems to sing
So deep is its terror.
Please leave! Please leave!
--Marten Hoyle
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Literature
Untitled
It is the moon in our eyes,
The dreadful light.
A tremor runs through the dark,
With the uninvited guest.
Please sir, will you not leave?
We have been careful, so careful
To build a sanctuary of the dark.
The passersby came in the dawn,
And asked, “Have you not slept, child?
Tell us where your light is buried
That we may give you your rest.”
It is the moon in our eyes,
The dreadful light.
I was asleep when they came,
Now I wish that I could stir,
I concentrate on the mirror
I see the moon is hidden there,
Is that a demon or my mother calling?
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Literature
Untitled
I see you,
I wish that we could cry.
I ask, “What was your last breath like?”
And the twilight takes your face,
But something guides me to your hand.
I can't say for sure its love.
I ask what your name might be
And the birds whisper a purity
Discerned only by those
Who have walked with the dead.
Now I tell all of the clouds,
I wish the candles could have kissed him.
And I wander shattered skylines
And I cut my heart for thee,
I sing to the worms under claw
“This touch is meant to be.”
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Literature
Untitled
Pray depart! Depart our sacred land!
Thou art unwelcome in the Kingdom.
The light thou once decreed was ours
Has grown fragile; most delicate in the storm.
I saw a child born of thy flesh,
A child innocent in the laws of Man.
And alas I weep, for the poison fed!
His soul was bled of its light
And all dark beasts did revel in the feast
As the moon on his grace did die.
And darest thou now think thou might enter?
I see upon thee the mark.
And the mark is crimson.
There is a devil in each of thee,
And the rot may not be cleansed.
Who long ago was writ upon the throne
Hath grown ill of the blood of thy deeds
Our music is broken and He may not rest
O! Sun! Set now upon this shade!
Now we lie in the light that is dark,
We cannot move as we cast thy kin
To the abyss from whence it came.
Our salvation depends upon thy blood
To empty these lands in a tide of sorrows.
And in the dawn, the city of the chosen
Shall be torn by the god of the soaring scream,
And our Lord shall fall into the slumber
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Literature
Untitled
In the desert dismembered,
I woke to the scarlet dawn.
The King had fled in the night
Leaving only his gore to drink.
The preacher took my hand
And bade me drink of it.
Lo! I saw in the blood of all fate
The ill sunrise of plague.
Twin Angels to the desert then came,
Their feathers imprisoned
In fell bounds of steel.
And in the crimson left behind
They saw hatred awaited them
And wished none to ascend.
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Literature
Death Looking Quietly Down
The tears that death cannot steal
Are mine to hold still.
I am bleeding for this eiderdown,
There is no softer place to fall.
In a summer dream
I caressed the voids
And winter winds between them.
There are such tears there,
I cannot bleed
And so I find rest where love cannot follow.
My precious saints lie dead,
And my altars are all desecrated
Here there are gardens
Where the laurel grows alone
And all the friends that I would claim
Were writ long ago in memorial stone.
There are angels but their harps are broken,
They cannot sing the beauty of the heavens
They cannot bear the burden of the snow
And I walk among them to listen
To the lament of the ages,
Which is but a sigh, but a sigh in the haze.
In one winter dream, I could have sworn,
I heard a man tell me he heard me sing,
At the hour when the heart was locked away
And the body knew the shades of decay.
If I could know that voice spoke true,
I could perhaps rest a while,
But it was but a dream, but a dream
And my wakening in the da
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Literature
I was Once the Nightly Scream
I was once the nightly scream,
I was once the cadence of the dream
Keeping the tomb chill and calm,
But I have disturbed the silence
In the graveyards and the shades.
The dead have grown weary.
They have not rested for so long.
Only I can pacify them
But my voice is broken from the wakening.
Hear me! I must lull them back to sleep.
I keep aurora in a lantern
Should I ever learn to sing,
And when my candles kiss their voices
I shall find their lullaby.
It seems all the candles will die out
When I think I have found the chord.
Meanwhile all the dead are screaming
While I reach with hope for their light.
In my dreams their tired decay
Will hold me and whisper a prayer
I cannot find slumber. I cannot find rest
I am doomed to flee into the stars.
The stars are falling when they hide me,
The gods are weeping to the void.
And my blood is singing a melody,
“Scream! Scream higher for poor me!”
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Literature
This Place is Pregnant with Perfume
This place is pregnant with perfume
We have spent crafting for so many years.
With delicate precision, we wove these clouds
That seem so many ships on the horizon
Sailing so perfectly still in the twilight.
And though I cannot bear the voices,
Their breath just slightly out of tune,
I prepare the darts to spoil the hopes of they
Who would seek the scent of our gardens.
These darts were dipped and drip with our fear,
Pray come not near. We shall pierce your heaving core,
And then you shall beg, you shall beg to enter
You shall circle our walls and find there is no way.
Such torment within and such desire without
One suffocating, the other yearning for a taste.
How many trails have I left of my clawing?
These walls I am tearing are impenetrable
Though outside is where I would become a slave.
I know they are not here,
But I have convinced myself otherwise.
It is difficult to remind myself.
What is this thing that touches my heart?
Such a warm bleeding I cannot define.
And if they are not
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Literature
All Hail the Lunatic
I passed the mortuary,
A bell rang there for me.
Cold flowers. Cold flowers glass
Now dust within a sigh.
I ran to the heart of the city
That plagued so many dreams
And the people inside of me
Began to scream:
“All hail the lunatic.
So many worlds and so many skies.
All hail the lunatic
From such shrines inside his eyes
All hail
The lunatic.”
I passed the old cathedral,
A silence invited in the chill.
Gallant tomb. Tomb of my hopes.
What talks we have had,
Though the tenant does not know.
Won't he? Won't he take a walk with me?
No. Only the air will he be
And I will smile at the dreamed reply:
“All hail the lunatic.
So many worlds and so many skies.
All hail the lunatic
From such shrines inside his eyes.
All hail
The lunatic.”
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Literature
Midnight
Welcome angel
Now sing me to my wounds
Welcome piercings
My flesh can never show.
I saw a shade, in the looking glass
But most frightening of all
I saw your eyes, in a photograph,
But I swear it cannot be midnight,
Our paths have not crossed yet.
I shunned all nakedness,
For not a single star would fall.
I had never been so naked.
Little rays captured
My most blasphemous flesh
And how like devils
My many shadows became.
I do not need rich holiness
We each are our own scripture
There are voices who will capture mine,
There are voices in my fingers.
But is it midnight yet? Is it midnight yet?
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Literature
Untitled
What if I was perfect for him,
What if I could be his man at arms?
In the mortuary
My heart has become
All the little bells are ringing
But all the singing birds that once answered the call
On an altar of wilted shadows now lie dead.
I dreamed I was a ballerina
He dried my eyes in the snow
But in waking life whenever I danced
O! Alas! wither did he go?
Welcome stars and tears of New Year's Eve,
When to his horror I confessed
Such an urgent blasphemy
And from the void
Of what I wish had been a friend
Came soaring on wings of shards
The ice of a stare bleeding its disgust.
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Literature
Perfumed Christ
Little perfumed Christ,
Help all sight find the dark,
I want to know what sins you crave
When each night you waken
From the scarlet river
Within your secret grave.
A fairy tale said beware your kiss,
The dear incense of your haunt.
Where there is but one set of prints
In the coals and isle of shards
This is where we crawl
With your disease in our eyes.
I begged him to enter here,
“Crown me dear in the wreath
Of the screams that crawl in your step!”
I begged: “Bring the roar of the storm upon the sea
That brought your Plutonian stare to me.”
His seed a wine most sour, so like unto blood.
He closed his eyes and (dare I admit to it?)
Began to sacrifice his innocence
To my searching fingers and embrace.
There was grace, but it came with iron clasp.
I saw the strong ones begging to be lame
All bleeding as they yearned to flee
That mystic scent of a breath so dead.
These hands. Look at these toxic prayers.
Is it strange that I want to feel such wine?
And if I drink th
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Literature
Morgue Man
Who is there that silence cannot worship?
You will not understand, I believe.
I took my little candle to the forbidden door
Where I at last find a way
And see the names I never knew.
Lying cold, my secret friends
No one brings blossoms
No one brings prayer.
But I offer every light
And something like a kiss.
So much aroma in the cold
You can say they are horrible things.
But my photographs say otherwise.
There are yet soul
In the nakedness in their eyes.
Each staring at such a tiring warmth,
Keep me quiet, calm and perfumed,
My fingers followed the sweet lightning,
Now turning blue
You will want to say
That none of this is true.
No beauty have I seen,
As one of the butterflies I found.
In the wood, in the wood I licked his swelling lips,
All the worms yearned for my feast as well
Flies with my stolen blood, a sweet paste on me
Ah! The taste of the first disease of friendship blooming.
You may think I was very ill,
You can say that my method is not perfect,
But you will want to know
If I
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Literature
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I swear torturers are friends not foes,
They said I had to endure sweetly
To reach the throne above all bliss,
My cell, they swear, must turn black.
Portrait of a fragile tomb
Waiting for me, I climbed into the bed.
And where I am, where I lie
I became death.
I'm a black man dying
For a perfumed breath,
But I can not rest,
Too much sky
Too many far of cries
Interfere with my light and shadow.
They left the soft poison.
I was drunk in front of the glass
The robe wakes in my bleeding.
But in the glass, my face,
Has become a strange skull
In all the prophets locked in the flame,
How I do dance,
How I laugh in the wild
Licking the starless fog
Of the ghost waiting for his pleasures ghost.
But I can not. No I can not.
We're just friends, dear ghost.
But he troubled such grace
I could not help but pray to him
Licking and caressing in the dark
And begged him not to torture me
Unless it was his will
Because I was raging.
And the prophets wept
To witness so dark a scene,
From the glass as I too
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Literature
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I wove shadows, just so many shades
And bid one man only dare to enter.
We met, yes, we met only as phantoms
'Neath eclipses of our separate worlds
Where he begged me to speak no more
When I saw his smile and swore beauty,
For he had learned to be deceived.
I wept silk, something silver in disgrace,
For though I knew his voice
I never dared to see his face.
All I could see, Ah!
(Dare I inflict this confession upon my soul?)
A bleeding mask;
Was all that I could see
In my tears like glass
Staring back at me.
I wish on stars to give the seasons back,
That I might truly sing to him.
But he was suffocating
In the words he swore were lies,
In the silk I burned to weave
And now his occasional sigh
Is my only hope for a friend.
Aurora! Aurora of my cry!
Where now doth thou lie?
Doth thou see the same sky
That has become a graveyard to mine eye?
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Literature
Silk
Dewdrops of lone, poisoned shadows,
Silent in the far iron seas,
A garden of whispers
Of long sleep yet to dawn
Is forgotten except by the webs.
Only the spider seems to move,
Tracing what some might call tears
For eyes long darkened by the chill.
She keeps aurora in lanterns
Should they learn one day to sing,
And when candles embrace the dead
They'll hear a lullaby.
Where are the traces of lovers,
She once called the eclipse?
And in the fountains all of the petals
Have become, carefully woven,
Silk pain in stone.
Graceful, attending the silence
But in her maze something yet weeps,
Something long broken, a parting unspoken
That haunts and cannot be found.
Branches sway with the burden
Of her treasures kissed by a sting.
And prayers so fragile in voids
Where she feasts of all eyes
She weaves into her company.
Your eyes are weary my dear,
Hear me speak then.
My voice is the ghost
Of specters denied their flight.
I cannot sing thee to rest.
But I will dare kiss the far shore,
And in that
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We wander in the dark.
A reaper towers over us.
“No,” we say “It is not time yet.”
The shadow decays
And we are alone.

We hold a candle without flame,
Watch all prayers turn to stone
We feel our souls tear to pieces
When the stars do not follow,
Stars all around the little lights
Of the garden where we lay.

We are the offering, we are the offering,
And the gentleness of the shadows
Is the womb where we find rest.
If asked where our flames are
“It must be dark” is our cool reply.

I left the garden once,
But something pulled me back;
Something biting at my foot.
I fell at the gateway
And was brought shrieking to the grass.

We are stigmata. We are shade.
Bleeding silently into the grass.
Our Lord is stone and we shall not want
Only the moon knows our true form
And the sun never wanders here.

Go away! Go away!
It is not time yet!
A silence creeps in our blood,
A silence that seems to sing
So deep is its terror.
Please leave! Please leave!

--Marten Hoyle
It is the moon in our eyes,
The dreadful light.

A tremor runs through the dark,
With the uninvited guest.
Please sir, will you not leave?
We have been careful, so careful
To build a sanctuary of the dark.

The passersby came in the dawn,
And asked, “Have you not slept, child?
Tell us where your light is buried
That we may give you your rest.”

It is the moon in our eyes,
The dreadful light.

I was asleep when they came,
Now I wish that I could stir,
I concentrate on the mirror
I see the moon is hidden there,
Is that a demon or my mother calling?
I see you,
I wish that we could cry.
I ask, “What was your last breath like?”
And the twilight takes your face,
But something guides me to your hand.
I can't say for sure its love.
I ask what your name might be
And the birds whisper a purity
Discerned only by those
Who have walked with the dead.
Now I tell all of the clouds,
I wish the candles could have kissed him.
And I wander shattered skylines
And I cut my heart for thee,
I sing to the worms under claw
“This touch is meant to be.”
Pray depart! Depart our sacred land!
Thou art unwelcome in the Kingdom.
The light thou once decreed was ours
Has grown fragile; most delicate in the storm.

I saw a child born of thy flesh,
A child innocent in the laws of Man.
And alas I weep, for the poison fed!
His soul was bled of its light
And all dark beasts did revel in the feast
As the moon on his grace did die.

And darest thou now think thou might enter?
I see upon thee the mark.
And the mark is crimson.
There is a devil in each of thee,
And the rot may not be cleansed.

Who long ago was writ upon the throne
Hath grown ill of the blood of thy deeds
Our music is broken and He may not rest
O! Sun! Set now upon this shade!

Now we lie in the light that is dark,
We cannot move as we cast thy kin
To the abyss from whence it came.
Our salvation depends upon thy blood
To empty these lands in a tide of sorrows.

And in the dawn, the city of the chosen
Shall be torn by the god of the soaring scream,
And our Lord shall fall into the slumber of plague
To view, in dreams of terror, the beginning of the slumber
That casts all to the flame of judgment
In chambers of the fetid
Where once the chosen breathed remorse.

--Marten Hoyle
In the desert dismembered,
I woke to the scarlet dawn.
The King had fled in the night
Leaving only his gore to drink.
The preacher took my hand
And bade me drink of it.

Lo! I saw in the blood of all fate
The ill sunrise of plague.
Twin Angels to the desert then came,
Their feathers imprisoned
In fell bounds of steel.
And in the crimson left behind
They saw hatred awaited them
And wished none to ascend.
Paradigms of Diversity
by Marten Hoyle

Part I

The point of the article, “Making Differences Matter: A New Paradigm for Management Diversity” by David A. Thomas and Robin J. Ely is that a workplace with diversity will cause a business’s success to raise. Diversity in the workplace will boost the morale of workers and improve a business’s output by giving access to whole new marketplaces and to increase productivity of the existing marketplace. The article will describe paradigms which have effectively worked in the area of diversity and introduce a new idea for the integration of diversity in the workplace.

Why be concerned about diversity? To begin with, it offers an increase in profitability. It opens doorways to new learning opportunities, creativity and flexibility. Diversity offers structural and individual growth. The article states that diversity represents effectiveness. However, sometimes women and people of color are set in their own individual sections and trapped in jobs the work of which focuses primarily on their background, which limits the efforts of bringing diversity into a better light in which differences are not being concentrated on. Sometimes people are judged by the way they look or the places they come from. It is considered a good thing that diversity will bring “varied perspectives and approaches to work that members of different identity groups bring.” Diversity is anything which shows variety or differences, but it is necessary not to allow those differences to separate us.

The argument of the article is that it is necessary to take a new approach towards diversity in order for a business to flourish.

The dictionary defines a paradigm as an example of a pattern, or a model. There are three paradigms in this article. They are: The Discrimination and Fairness Paradigm, the Access and Legitimacy Paradigm, and finally, the Learning and Effectiveness Paradigm. Each connect diversity to the approach of work.

The Discrimination and Fairness Paradigm focuses on equal opportunity and fair treatment with “Federal Equal Employment Opportunity Requirements.” Under this paradigm new groups of people are being introduced into the workplace. In its structural approach, The Discrimination and Fairness Paradigm reflects society. Unfair treatment is avoided, but the paradigm follows the usual lines for affirmative action. Employees are trained to appreciate the backgrounds of others. It does not draw from things such as the color of the skin, the sex or sexual orientation of an employee in order to be more effective. The progress of this paradigm depends on how the company brings people of diversity into the workplace. The problem with this is that the staff is being concentrated on while the goal of the business is not. According to the article, with this paradigm there is the risk that only the staff will become diverse, not the work.

The Discrimination and Fairness Paradigm is led by people who value equal treatment. An increase in diversity is the goal. However, the process can stop people from identifying with work. Women and other minorities may feel they are being left out and given little authority as in the Iverson Case.

The Access and Legitimacy Paradigm is an acceptance of differences that even “celebrates” diversity. An example of a benefit from this paradigm is having bilingual members who can communicate with clients of their background thereby offering more to the company. There are more opportunities for people of different backgrounds and for women. The whole company can comprehend the approach as the approach itself is to look at the role of cultural differences and to add the capabilities of others into work without really paying attention to one another’s differences. However, this approach may not show precisely what the differences between groups are. The employees might not understand the “subtleties” of every culture’s determination and ethics.

In this paradigm the leaders may also have a difficult time. They may not be able to see the specific skills of people from other cultures. They have no idea how exactly the organization can benefit from these differences. The efforts of each group will be different but will not be focused on. In the case where the business was spread across America and European countries, each company became its own individual “spin off.” The organizations couldn’t understand each other. They had no idea what kind of small but significant differences in work ethic were featured between the different cultures. Some employees have even believed they were being exploited due to the fact that diversity is sometimes only applied to niche markets.

The Emerging Paradigm offers fresh perspectives. There is an example of a Hispanic lawyer being introduced into a firm of all white-male lawyers. She brought whole new opportunities through introducing cases the employees had not even thought of before. The approach goes over “Assimilation and Differentiation” by promoting opportunities to everyone and giving emphasis to the value of differences between employees. When a business does this, the business will grow.

There are eight preconditions to the Third Paradigm.
1.) Leadership must understand diverse workforce.
This is about making a link between different groups to know how to correctly and efficiently do work. It means finding different perspectives and approaches along with valuing variety and opinions. We must also be open to the insights of the different groups.

2.) Leadership must recognize learning opportunities and challenges.
Leadership should be committed to making it through the issue of learning and relearning the requirements of the new paradigm.

3.) The organizational culture expectation of high standards.
This simply put means that the leader must believe and know that all employees will equally contribute towards the company’s goal. If everybody is putting in the same amount of work in an environment where differences are not being focused on, the paradigm will emerge.

4.) Must stimulate personal development.
The suggestion is to offer training and education programs to each employee. To work together as one group will be beneficial to the company, but training is required. It might be a good idea to show videos of how to treat one another with equal respect, programs in which people learn about the cultures of other, and reading material about good ethics toward people of different backgrounds, sex or sexuality.

5.) Must encourage openness.
It is important to have a “tolerance” for debate and “constructive conflict.” We must learn to respect that each culture’s definition of ethics and work will be somewhat different and therefore some ideas are not going to fit together comfortably without some discussion about how to bring concepts together.

6.) Must make workers feel valued.
In order for employees to be committed in the workplace and be comfortable about using their own skills and experience in the office, they must feel valued. Employers need to take the opinions of each employee into consideration along with realizing that different cultures will present different insights and ideas.

7.) Must have widely understood mission.
An understood mission offers clarity. This clarity offers discussion concerning work and the changes which employees might suggest. It is important for everybody to understand the main goal of the company. The article states that a clear mission will keep people on task and that they will work more effectively.

8.) Nonbureaucratic Structure
There must be a means of changing the mindset of the “Bureaucratic Model.” The company must separate everything that has to do with getting things done (place tasks in different areas so that there is no confusion) by getting rid of the things which cause resistance toward the goal.

The paradigms constrain our thinking about diversity because they introduce a whole new mode of thinking. It is important with any paradigm shift to be open to a whole new list of ideas, and treating people equally is, unfortunately, an idea a great deal of people do not take into consideration. By introducing the idea of a celebration of diversity in the workplace, we are inviting each other (in our different groups) to share ideas we might not have considered before. It is a difficult task to completely accept one another with the range of what is normal for one person of any background and what is normal for another, but I think there is hope in any business which tries to incorporate the idea of sameness into the workplace.


Part II


In the article “In-house Resource Group Can Help and Harm” we are introduced to the idea that businesses portray themselves as a family but are presented with the hard truth that these “families” are often broken down into groups, mostly of women and minorities who can “take care of themselves.”

We are then told about The Chubb Group of Insurance Companies based in New Jersey and that it is one of those “family units” which is broken up. Every group from African Americans to the disabled, to working parents is set up in its own private section. Midlevel manager Keith Ellsmith is in the group of gay and lesbian employees. He states that being out and being yourself in this business is relieving and allows one to perform more effectively. There are now domestic partnership packages in the company.

According to Chub’s diversity manager, networking groups attract talent from outside. Especially young people who may be using Google to seek employment. She states that Chub’s is one of the top fifty companies for Latinas and that the people who look at the website see rewards such as being recognized by the Human Rights Movement. In May, resources from the Asian business network helped to create a program geared toward Asian-American agents.

But according to Harvard sociologist Frank Dobbin, when groups come together, white workers may see diversity as opposition. Though he acknowledges some of the benefits (being in a greatly female-oriented place means a woman may find a female mentor) the groups may become nothing more than an image for the outside world to see as something flashy and alluring but altogether a failure for making the company look “more like America.”

This article reminds me of the Access and Legitimacy Paradigm. The employers are all about the diversity and even offer programs for the groups. All are accepted and celebrated there. The company understands the approach and is willing to work in it, but there is the risk that the subtleties of each group may be overlooked. The differences aren’t really being regarded so much as they are being flashed like a display to make the company more interesting to the outside. It doesn’t look like the skills of these cultures are being properly analyzed. It also seems that each group is separated rather than working together as one unit. In the article by Ely, we were told it is important for the groups to function as a whole rather than separately. This article doesn’t state anywhere that people’s opinions and ideas are being taken into consideration.


CONCLUSION

I have learned that integrating diversity in the work place is not as easy as it looks. There are just too many prejudices and too many attempts that might fail to bring people together. I understand the idea of groups working together as one, but I think it would be a difficult process for an organization to reach that point. The Emerging Paradigm gives me hope with its list of how to create a functioning, diverse body. I learned that there are more paradigms out there than I expected there to be, even including titles pertaining to their subject matter. I found a whole new definition for diversity as applied to people as something which should be celebrated and never isolated. Everybody should learn to work together in order for a company to stay afloat. I have thought about my own cultural background and the possibility of unfair treatment in a business dominated by one group, but also of the rewards of finding a company to work for which includes the benefits I found in the paradigms. If I were to run my own business, I hope that I would be able to employ people under the Emerging Paradigm so that all would be valued equally.

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LuckyRabbitGirl Featured By Owner Dec 3, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist

WELCOME TO :iconfor-artists:!! Thank you for joining the community x


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DarkstarWolf53 Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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