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Funeral
I wouldn't ask, if we could dance, though I have that sort of romance.
The songs I know are sad, like the arms that I've had,
Once holding in promise:  forever and a day
Now as leaves and petals blown away.
I can't tell if its wine or moonbeams,
I can't tell if its life or safe dreams
When I'm in your arms, dear midnight
And the stars are holy and bright.
Songs like thine are known to the mockingbird.
Not to offer, not to imply, not to be awkward...
But will you let me bring flowers after these garden showers
In setting suns throwing their ache; and the night will not awake?
I can't tell if I said “love” enough, or not enough at all,
I can't tell if it means a thing; now, at this grand funeral
When I'm weeping at the emptiness where you were,
Where some phantom of repose seems to stir.
I can't tell if my heart aches or sings,
If its mockingbirds or diamond rings
I can't tell if I'm walking with my feet on the ground,
I can't tell if I'm singing or if I do not make a so
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Someday, My Lovely Friends
Someday, my lovely friends,
Someday it all ends.
Someday my mind will die.
I'll capture sun rays for you and I;
A garden to keep us safe
From the winter and the wraith.
No rays for me, I want to set them free,
No dark in my heart; I pray we do not depart.
A window to extraterrestrial night
With all your hearts held tight,
Waiting for the words under my skin.
If Heaven's angels ever cried,
Playing their strings somewhere inside
Their tears are locked in my heart,
A choir in which I have no part.
I'll plant rainbows of the moonlight
To blossom only for your sight.
A diamond's shadow for your hair,
Waiting for silhouettes in air.
Long ago when I found no rest,
A friendship held me to its breast
Said, “If you are not where his carcass lies
The moon might as well be in your eyes.”
I was garbed in earth and silence
And it said, “You are best kept in the dark.”
A diamond's shadow for your hair,
Blooming with riches there,
Blooming with the violets
Ere I follow the silh
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In Peace May he Repose
Alone with time's sand, a veil upon the glass,
My tears to the coldness of the crypt driven
By the sweetness now joining the shrouded Heaven
His hand I yet hold is pale and holds mine not alas.
He is now the ocean fountain,
The snow upon the mountain—
The ticking away of my final years,
And the torment of my tears.
In laurel wreath, so still, seeming restless, in samite
Our hearts shall be silhouettes to one another
Until my last breath shelters me in the bowers of night.
He is now the weeping willow,
The dew of the robin's breast
Her songs that float and flow
As the sun wakens from his rest.
So still, he seems to move, waves of a Plutonian shore
Beneath the gown a hint of motion, as I have never known before.
Like black flames, the shadows flicker upon dead roses
I have kissed each thorn, scattered where he reposes.
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The Worm
The worm is beside me,
Writhing in soil and gore.
I long to dissolve,
To be no more in his presence,
Red and segmented.
I thought my fear hid me away.
He has known me
Since I was a child.
Drawing close, he whispers,
“This is your burial
“This is your burial
Premature.
“If you accept my lips upon you
I swear it will hurt only for a moment.”
Soon the tomb will enclose,
And I will suffer in silence with the worm.
“If you accept my lips upon you,” he says,
“I will give you eternity in earth and roses.”
Someone, by God! Sing me to sleep!
Let me scream myself awake!
The worm is staring in a danse macabre
I am locked here, a scream in my throat.
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The Ghost that was Mine
Green stars round the lamppost
I view through darkened glasses,
Phantom of thy shine be my guide,
For the ghost I seek is mine
In this pool of night and trespasses
I have lain here before,
With the harvest moon dawning,
Sun of midnight's haunted mourning
Where I wept upon the shore
Of a little pond bejeweled by a swan,
And where the willows hang weeping down
Such a free skull; the burden I bear
Of knowing what lies where Earth yawns.
At the gates of the city's mystery;
Beyond its recesses a stairway.
I was warned all here was dead and silent,
So when I heard beyond the iron, footfall on the stone
I yearned to turn back to the lamppost and the grave.
Corpse that I was, corpse that I shall be
I could not enter, I could not find a way
Though I knew, beyond, the prize waited
Weeping and wandering the stairway,
Where the snow fell, locked in a globe—
All summer without the garden,
All frost within.
I saw our hands reaching,
Palm-to-palm we wept
Then, with ululations terrible and sweet
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Adieus shall be said
Clouds—they now weep and adieus shall be said.
Like a God at his alter, fair Love lies dead.
Where are the whispers of others like we?
Within the sand that fronts the sea.
Death is returning, and light leads not the way,
How shall we weep when comes the day
Our chambers are locked and blossoms grow cold,
When from Hell rises to weep, every soul ever sold?
Shadows make merry and ill demons creep,
Their lullabies waken from out of a the deep,
Restless souls in the path of their song,
Somber waves that do not belong.
Angels are saddened, with harps of iron string,
Fearing the harmony, the birds no longer will sing.
Not one prayer now finds the open sky,
Merely echoes on the rustling of a sigh.
Springtide is early without flowers
What shall we do now with such, such hours
Here all my candles cannot call them now.
And what sweet islands shall taketh thou...
Ghosts of lovers we never will know
Went silent, slumbering, ages ago,
So blend tide and storm and others like we
In the foam tha
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The Man with the Moon for a Face
So silent howls my midnight,
In columns of silver and blue,
So cold and so unknown to me
I await the tides of morning
To warm my spirits now.
On the morn there is a star,
Alone among the spheres,
I can see it in the dawn,
And it calls me to the shore.
I hide my feelings to the moon,
She will keep the secret well,
I will drink to her faces
And I will weep for her shade
I see the phases in my black mirror
And think the world has gone mad,
They watch me walk—
the man with the moon for a face,
And fear turns them into hounds.
On the morn there is a star
Alone among the spheres
I can see it in my own shed blood,
In the sea and on the mountain,
In the blooms facing snowfall
And in the rivers of the dead.
Ophelia—sweet Ophelia smiles
From my tears as voices surround.
Which thought is my own,
Which thought is there's to hold?
Have I lost my way
With the moon for a face.
I wish the hounds would stand upright,
I wish they would speak to me.
I could tell them I am nothing,
Another wan
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Ever Far from the World
Ever far from the world,
I know I've been here before,
In the wind a breath of the past,
And in the river, a door.
Heroes were always looking for rain
And the sound
Below the ground
Where something yet can blink.
I was in the selfsame storm,
A demon wandered into my view,
A skull filled with wine to his lips,
“Come close child. I've a drink for you.”
Heroes were always looking for rain
And the sound
Below the ground,
Where something yet can blink.
“Feast of my vein,
And see it is good.
Feast of my vein,
And grow drunk of the poison
And you'll see it is good.”
I swore I had tasted such gore
In a world unknown before.
Heroes were always looking for rain
And the sound
Below the ground,
Where something yet can blink.
Down, down in the current's core,
In the river, a door.
I knew drowning could be so calm,
And no man guides the way...
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Silhouettes
Out of a cold, summer evening—
The world just a stain
Silhouettes surrounded singing
A note known only in my tide.
From the gate, they came,
Shooting stars upon the ground,
Not one spoke to me but sang
I was merely voids and sound.
I wore a second skin with midnight on the way
Their rain had washed the first away.
And they sang of things clearly not meant to be,
And the sickness in their eyes set my spirit free.
Naked, in the flicker of an eye
Before a mirror in the sky
I saw my skull leaking silver fears,
Something horrid resembling my tears.
Into a bottle those fears did pour,
And with the starlight on the dew
Were cast to the farther shore
To be found by one like you.
I wanted to wrap you in the silk of them,
I wanted to wrap you in the silk of them,
But those tides are not for you and I,
But for the reaper who stands in view
“It is not time yet,” I call.
“It is not time yet,” I call.
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Untitled
The hour is growing late,
So meet me in the usual place
With the sun upon your face
And the moon upon mine.
There is no snow in the mountains
So meet me in the usual place.
I will read the bones aloud,
The river is so chill here.
I walk this road often without you,
Wondering at all the passions buried here,
All the memories faded in the rain—
Come with me to the bones of Mr. Veil,
I like to think of him as an old friend
The flowers I brought him have grown stale.
All the people resting around our footfall,
Let's see if we can find our names among the stones.
Paper kites with their little lights
Falling into the grass.
Let us read burial rites and sing of old days
Of chill nights and parting of the ways.
Here Lies Wounded a Touch Awaiting its Kiss.
I've been leaving blooms here for years
With the moon in my face and the sun in thine,
This marker some day shall be mine.
© 2018 Marten Hoyle
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The Fire's Dying Down...
The fire's dying down,
Another weary day,
These tears thy bridal gown
If you were to go away.
Please leave not this shore
To know me nevermore.
The waves distant call thee
And shadows now befall me.
Little flower that bloomed
O'er the siren entombed,
I will sail to this land,
With the petals in hand
An offering to thee, the son given
By choirs of the cloudless Heaven
To islands in the blue so deep.
Ah! Darling, surely I shall weep
As the petals shift in the sand,
And the grains within my hand
Are born by silent tides away
To the Kings of Departing Day.
The rain beats on my window
Thy bosom dear my pillow,
There are diamonds in this heartbeat
Fantastic melody of fruits grown sweet.
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Dreamland
It was an eve in autumn tide,
The chariot on the ride,
The stricken stars did soar
In hymns I never heard before.
And sweetly floating notes most sharp
Upon the angel's golden harp
Where the waves and feathers break
My darling plays within the lake.
The moon—such chill beams it gave
My swan, with his wind upon the wave
Brought to mine eyes below aurora-clad skies
With the song of his voice for my pillow
The whisper and the whimper of the willow.
This Eden the tidings brought;
So long its grace had I sought!
I may at last find rest
My ruin by sweet music blessed.
O! Lover mine with thy aureate shine
Of a dreamland where I wake
As thou this Eden make.
If I should die in dreamland
Wilt thou wake me to thy hand?
As a sun my rose bears,
On the grave it shares,
With the Eden thou doth make.
© 2017 Marten Hoyle
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Dreams
Everyone dreams, that is no crime
But I wonder do people dream as I?
Sometimes I breathe underwater
Other times I am drowning
In veins disjointed from the leaves.
One night I am both killer and pursuer,
I am wondering where I hide and seek—
Which piece locked me away?
But there's always mischief to unleash
Before they lock the door
And take the knife from half of myself.
Please tell me I'm not the only one
Who has died in this magical place,
You say it will be a peaceful way,
But I am surrounded by echoes
Of the noose in my hands.
Its enigmatic, if I only could know
The times I'm locked in a cage
I see him walking, but where does he go?
How do I hold myself during the day
And claim I'll escape the same way?
I can fly, but only to the ceiling,
And its so dark outside my window...
They say there is no pain,
But the blood of the thorns—
If I could make each drop silent,
Perhaps I would soar.
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Untitled
Another strike of the blade
The same lines as before
And I wonder if this is feeling
Or if this is nothing more
Than breath on everglade.
A drop of rain in the glass,
The snow is going black
We made angels in the grass,
We slid down the hills
With wings at our backs.
Sipping wine with a man called Alas,
If he was innocent, he'd let me walk free.
But the skull slides me salvation
And there is plenty of damage
Left before they take the toys from me.
Its no story, no happy ending, please go.
You can tell me you wish you could know,
But you'll leave it to the professional
Before I destroy everything inside me.
Silhouettes and voices, I have enough demons,
With the blood you say I have on my hands,
To think I grew into a bulletproof world
Yet I feel shots fired inside of my core
When I am trying to sleep.
Its no story, no happy ending, please go.
You can tell me you wish you could know,
But you'll leave it to the professional
Before I destroy everything inside me.
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Nothing Hurts but Everything
Nothing hurts but everything
Seems so distant now.
All is numb but nowadays
There is a certain sting.
I don't want to hear you sing,
Its not like that, somehow
In my dreams we talk in ways
No song could ever bring.
I don't want to talk, I don't mean that,
Our conversations are fine imaging,
The garden where we “always sat”
Is locked in the hour of spring.
Romanced by prism-breaking butterflies
And closed from the mortal skies.
Some count days or hours,
But I will count flowers
That I bring to you alone.
All for a prince who could not be mine,
The camera holds a mythic sort of shine.
If the story was told in fairyland,
Or a world of happy endings
I wouldn't need these fucking picture frames,
All missing one of we twain.
How many years must go by,
Before I can trust myself to wake.
How many times will I say I love you
Before someone thinks its true?
The yawning echo of the fires
Hides my heartbeat from a trace
Of another eve of spring showers,
And none wait for my flowers.
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Sing
Will you sing to me before you go?
It is a song perhaps you do not know.
My mother sang it one winter night,
Such as this...such as this...
Of a love as old as time
But not, I'm sure, a nursery rhyme,
If you find the words, I'll let you know.
It is the fondest memory I do not have,
Save as though I had been drowning,
No poison, just her heartache,
And she became the daybreak.
Will you sing to me before you go
Of a maiden who waited all alone.
She sang she became one with the sky
Where all is gold and all is blue
In Heaven where I'll wait for you.
No lyrics found from yesterday,
And the voice has flown so far away
If you find the words I'll pave the way.
It is the fondest memory I do not have,
Save as though I had been drowning.
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I wouldn't ask, if we could dance, though I have that sort of romance.
The songs I know are sad, like the arms that I've had,
Once holding in promise:  forever and a day
Now as leaves and petals blown away.

I can't tell if its wine or moonbeams,
I can't tell if its life or safe dreams
When I'm in your arms, dear midnight
And the stars are holy and bright.

Songs like thine are known to the mockingbird.
Not to offer, not to imply, not to be awkward...
But will you let me bring flowers after these garden showers
In setting suns throwing their ache; and the night will not awake?

I can't tell if I said “love” enough, or not enough at all,
I can't tell if it means a thing; now, at this grand funeral
When I'm weeping at the emptiness where you were,
Where some phantom of repose seems to stir.

I can't tell if my heart aches or sings,
If its mockingbirds or diamond rings
I can't tell if I'm walking with my feet on the ground,
I can't tell if I'm singing or if I do not make a sound.

I can't tell if its wine or moonbeams, I am drunk on something more precious now.
But I do not think I can smile again. I'll say I'm too weak from kissing
Or thinking of missing you in a future so empty where the sun sets on my grave.

I can't tell what epitaph is cruel or kind,
I cannot tell, I cannot read what is on your mind...
Even in your arms fair midnight that I hold
With the madness and sorrow never told.
Someday, my lovely friends,
Someday it all ends.
Someday my mind will die.
I'll capture sun rays for you and I;
A garden to keep us safe
From the winter and the wraith.

No rays for me, I want to set them free,
No dark in my heart; I pray we do not depart.
A window to extraterrestrial night
With all your hearts held tight,
Waiting for the words under my skin.

If Heaven's angels ever cried,
Playing their strings somewhere inside
Their tears are locked in my heart,
A choir in which I have no part.

I'll plant rainbows of the moonlight
To blossom only for your sight.
A diamond's shadow for your hair,
Waiting for silhouettes in air.

Long ago when I found no rest,
A friendship held me to its breast
Said, “If you are not where his carcass lies
The moon might as well be in your eyes.”
I was garbed in earth and silence
And it said, “You are best kept in the dark.”

A diamond's shadow for your hair,
Blooming with riches there,
Blooming with the violets
Ere I follow the silhouettes.
If no-one can follow me
Will you take me o'er the sea?

If Heaven's angels ever cried,
Playing their strings somewhere inside
Their tears are locked in my heart,
A choir in which I have no part.
Riparian willow weeping—
Will you speak to me?
Alone with time's sand, a veil upon the glass,
My tears to the coldness of the crypt driven
By the sweetness now joining the shrouded Heaven
His hand I yet hold is pale and holds mine not alas.

He is now the ocean fountain,
The snow upon the mountain—
The ticking away of my final years,
And the torment of my tears.

In laurel wreath, so still, seeming restless, in samite
Our hearts shall be silhouettes to one another
Until my last breath shelters me in the bowers of night.

He is now the weeping willow,
The dew of the robin's breast
Her songs that float and flow
As the sun wakens from his rest.

So still, he seems to move, waves of a Plutonian shore
Beneath the gown a hint of motion, as I have never known before.
Like black flames, the shadows flicker upon dead roses
I have kissed each thorn, scattered where he reposes.
The worm is beside me,
Writhing in soil and gore.

I long to dissolve,
To be no more in his presence,

Red and segmented.
I thought my fear hid me away.

He has known me
Since I was a child.

Drawing close, he whispers,
“This is your burial

“This is your burial
Premature.

“If you accept my lips upon you
I swear it will hurt only for a moment.”

Soon the tomb will enclose,
And I will suffer in silence with the worm.

“If you accept my lips upon you,” he says,
“I will give you eternity in earth and roses.”

Someone, by God! Sing me to sleep!
Let me scream myself awake!

The worm is staring in a danse macabre
I am locked here, a scream in my throat.
Green stars round the lamppost
I view through darkened glasses,
Phantom of thy shine be my guide,
For the ghost I seek is mine
In this pool of night and trespasses

I have lain here before,
With the harvest moon dawning,
Sun of midnight's haunted mourning
Where I wept upon the shore
Of a little pond bejeweled by a swan,
And where the willows hang weeping down
Such a free skull; the burden I bear
Of knowing what lies where Earth yawns.

At the gates of the city's mystery;
Beyond its recesses a stairway.
I was warned all here was dead and silent,
So when I heard beyond the iron, footfall on the stone
I yearned to turn back to the lamppost and the grave.
Corpse that I was, corpse that I shall be
I could not enter, I could not find a way
Though I knew, beyond, the prize waited
Weeping and wandering the stairway,
Where the snow fell, locked in a globe—
All summer without the garden,
All frost within.

I saw our hands reaching,
Palm-to-palm we wept
Then, with ululations terrible and sweet,
The specter was withdrawn.

Now the stars are my company,
And the dead do not speak.
My home lies within a petal
And I feast on the sorrows that are wine,
The sorrows of the ghost that was mine.
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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