Wednesday, March 8, 2017

My Journey From Alt-Right to Libtard

It’s obvious to anyone who is following me on social media that I’m deeply troubled by a Trump presidency. I’ve become one of those obnoxious people who relentlessly posts on Twitter, Facebook, etc. advocating for the removal of this cancer from our country. I’m sorry if that has made you uncomfortable or has irritated you, but it’s meant to do just that. Before you go writing me off as another “libtard” please let me give you some background.

“We are moving to America.”

At first I couldn’t process it. All I’d ever known was a brutal life growing up in a cult in the jungles of Colombia. Yes, that’s right, the first decade of my life was limited to a cult… in the jungle. I was born to American parents in a doomsday Christian cult called “The Move of God,” or simply “The Move.” You can read about it here. By nine years old I had already experienced every form of abuse… physical, mental, sexual, religious... all of it. When I thought about the future, and I spent hours wondering about the future, it was nothing but bleak. More hard labor in the sun, sitting on hard chairs for 8 hours at a time listening to preacher after preacher drone on about “dying to self” or the mandate to be perfect or that everyone in the world was evil and children were inherently evil, beatings, hunger, more living in constant fear. This life I lived was why it took a while for the words to sink in. “We are moving to America.” Like the sunrise ending a long black night. As those words sunk in, they filled me with unspeakable hope. “The Promised Land” is what came to mind. I’m tearing up as I write this remembering how powerful those simple words were for a boy trapped in a hopeless world. One by one the boys in our mission came to me and congratulated me for going to America. There was admiration and wonder in their eyes. I knew that this was the greatest gift one could receive, that every one of those boys would gladly trade places with me.

So now you see how much this country means to me. I love this country like very few of you will ever experience. Patriotic doesn’t describe it. To me it means liberty, safety, opportunity. For me it means life itself.

After we arrived in the US all I could dream about was being President of this great land (a dream I abandoned a long time ago). Not for the glory nor the power but to give other children the same opportunity I had received. I sat in rapt attention listening to President Reagan, pride swelling in my heart, sometimes hiding the tears that streamed down my face.

The next 10 years were spent still part of the cult. I was living next to a ghetto in Citra, Florida, still toiling in the hot sun, still listening to insane babbling, still being gaslighted, still being bullied. But at least I was in America. The land of the free and the home of the brave. I didn’t feel very free and I sure didn’t feel very brave but that didn’t diminish, for one moment, my pride for this country. By the end of high school I was a card-carrying member of the NRA. I would spend hours listening to Rush and every other conservative radio personality. I hated the lib-tards. I hated gays. I believed, as I was taught, that the Zionist controlled the world and that the man who bombed abortion clinics was kind of a hero. Here’s a quick story. One day when I was around 13 we went to one of those amazing fresh-water springs in Florida. I was walking through a hotel lobby when I encountered some Southern Baptist preachers… they were there for a convention. I started a conversation with them which turned into a heated debate about the Illuminati, how deceived the Church was and why they should all find true religion. Alex Jones would have been proud of my conspiracy theories and my elders were proud of my standing up to the deceived Church leaders… it was like Jesus and the Pharisees, I was told.

Why am I telling you this? Because I need you to know that I’m not a soft California liberal who is just hurt because a Republican is our president. I am someone who’s life journey has led him from the extreme Right to the Left and if you’ll listen, I’d like to share what I’ve learned along the way.

America is the greatest country on Earth and we need to keep it that way, right?

Many will argue with me but I still believe this is the greatest country in the history of the World. There has been nothing like the United States of America. I consider it to be an exponential leap forward for nations; a shining example of what any country should aspire to be.

But the question is whether the pride that I feel for my country converts into selfishness and isolationism or into inclusion and generosity. Closing our borders, booting immigrants, turning a blind eye to the pain and suffering of those in the world who are not so fortunate are all choices we have. We can also choose to welcome others into this country safely, open our borders to our neighbors responsibly and extend a helping hand to those in need, both citizens and non-citizens. Yes, we have a responsibility to take care of our citizens first but that does not prevent us from also helping those in need. “To whom much is given, much is required.” Safety and inclusion are not mutually exclusive ideals; it doesn’t have to be “or” but can instead be “and.”

The Move was hyper-exclusionist. We isolated ourselves in the wilderness. Separated ourselves from family and friends. Branded anything or anyone not Move-related as evil. We moved way beyond only labeling Muslims, gays and atheists as evil. So were Catholics, Mormons and Baptists. I don’t exaggerate when I say that anyone who was not in The Move was evil. I believed it 100 percent. So how did I go from hyper-exclusion to open-minded inclusion? In my travels and various relocations since leaving The Move I’ve met Christians (outside of The Move), atheists, gays, lesbians, “demon-crats” (democrats), environmentalist “whackos,” foreigners, Socialists, Muslims… the list goes on and on. My life has been immeasurably enrichened through those relationships and interactions. My own experience has led me to believe that America is great but America is so much greater when she opens her arms to the world and embraces the richness and pain it holds. No water, no matter how pure, will remain pure if stagnant. The same applies to our country.

“Made in America”

I have witnessed first-hand the outsourcing wave that drove millions of manufacturing jobs from our country to other lower-cost countries like China, Mexico, Brazil, etc. During my first year of being in the workforce our factory was sold to Sanmina/SCI, and by my second year Sony Ericsson’s supply chain was outsourced to Flextronics and taken offshore to Malaysia, Brazil and China. There were many things wrong with the outsourcing wave. In many ways, it was a copout, lazy, irresponsible, innovation-killing and downright short-sighted but we still did it. China and Mexico didn’t force us to move our factories. We chose that. We chose to move pollution to other countries. We chose to move blue-collar jobs to lower-income parts of the world. But in doing so, we created wealth across the entire world. Wealth that was used to send students to our universities, purchase our products, visit our shores, grow our economy to unprecedented levels. Does this mean we maintain the status quo? Do we implement regressionist policies that take us back to the golden days of manufacturing when our rivers were polluted and our cities were smog-ridden? Or do we look forward to that next breakthrough. Do we spark the next revolution in clean-tech, quantum computing, automation, artificial intelligence? We can close the doors to the world or continue to create an environment where the best and brightest want to help us solve the world’s biggest problems.

Firing up old coal plants is not progress. That’s an empty promise. Re-starting old factories is not progress. That’s an empty promise. What we need is a vision for how we create new industries and new trades so that a young person growing up in Citra, Florida can imagine a future beyond growing meth or dealing crack. Closing borders and implementing border tariffs will do nothing to help those kids. More empty promises.

I support bringing back manufacturing to the U.S. but not to what it was before outsourcing.

Our education system is broken!

Our country is struggling to educate our children. Go online and read the studies. I come from a family of educators and have seen the incredible dedication and hard work of many teachers. I believe this should be one of the top priorities for our government. Teachers are under-paid, schools are under-funded, curriculums are outdated. Most importantly, the education gap between the “have” and “have nots” continues to grow from pre-school children through college students. Here is a simple study illustrating the problem at the college level.

I was basically home-schooled (poorly) through high school and into college. Once I left The Move, I was able to transfer credits to Toccoa Falls College and complete my education. To say I barely scraped together an education is an understatement. This means I should be making every effort to put my children in the best private schools giving them the best path to the top universities, right? No. We have decided that it’s important that our children have their fair share of opportunities but not grow up feeling entitled with unrealistic expectations on themselves and on the world. We have relied heavily on the public school system, an institution that I was taught was only capable of corrupting and destroying children, and only used private schools when an adequate public school was not available. Our children are smart, educated and most importantly, well-rounded.

What this country needs leading the U.S. Department of Education is a brilliant innovator who deeply understands the needs of our children, especially ones from the lower income brackets, and puts a plan in place to elevate our education system back into competitiveness. We have the opposite. Rather than deal with the problems in our public schools, we are advocating vouchers for parents to move their students to private schools. What an arrogant solution.

Good education is a human right, regardless of family income. If we cannot provide all our students with a basic, free education then we are worthless as a society. If we abandon a large percentage of our students then we are choosing to cut off a large percentage of progress, innovation and, in the future, economic growth since our children, regardless of income bracket, are the future of progress, innovation and economic growth. It’s simply a wise investment in ourselves and yet we’ve figured out a way to politicize this issue, and our children will suffer as a result. Stupid and short-sighted.

Now let’s talk about foreign students. For the past decades, the brightest students were coming to our universities, getting educated and then working for our companies. Do we really want to drive these students away? Do we really want to turn back the talent of the world? Yes, we should incentivize companies to re-invest in our education, prioritize the hiring of our students and not abuse visa programs to cut cost. I believe most companies would gladly work together to solve some of the talent problems we have in America. But to take an adversarial stance against other countries is a losing approach. We are a country of innovators, not a country of whiney xenophobes.

How’s this for an idea? U.S. companies have $2.5 Trillion sitting offshore because of our unrealistic corporate tax rates. What if we work with corporations to give them a tax holiday to repatriate that cash in exchange for investments in school infrastructure or funding education programs in our lower-income neighborhoods or establishment of programs to teach each company’s respective trade to our youth?

“The poor you will always have with you…”

I think that is the favorite misquote of all arrogant, pompous, hardened rich people when talking about social programs. For the record, Jesus didn’t say “the poor you will always have with you so treat them like shit and ignore them,” he was saying that he was going to die shortly and that they should take advantage of his time with them. So, if anyone throws that out in a conversation, just ask them if they’re the Messiah and how long before they die.

Another arrogant assumption about the poor is that they are poor because they are lazy. That somehow poverty is a choice or because of bad choices. Peppered in the FAQ of the new healthcare plan are multiple examples of this thinking. Assertions that the ACA had created incentives for not working. When you are poor, you work because you want to eat and stay warm. There is no greater incentive to work than hunger. We do not have a right to judge the poor. We have no right to assert that those citizens deserve less basic rights such as health, education, or food just because they are poor. It’s like the GOP is a living, breathing Mr. Potter.

We are failing a huge portion of our citizens from both parties. President Obama was a great President who took a country devastated by a Recession and put us back on a path of prosperity. But the #1 issue I had with our previous administration was that, outside of the ACA, very little was done to reverse the poverty trend in this country. We continue to turn a blind eye to the fact that wealth is being gathered in the hands of very few, at the expense of many. The same is happening in other places of the world like China and Russia. Think about the fact that the greatest democracy on Earth is shifting money to the top 1 percent much like we see in Communist or post-communist countries. The middle class is one of the foundational pillars of this country’s greatness and that’s eroding at an alarming rate. We are failing the poor by withholding healthcare. We are attempting to repeal the ACA (which needs lots of improving) and replace it with a program that uses incentives that only the upper middle class can utilize. Instead of a chicken in every pot (Henry IV) we are telling the poor they can have a credit to buy for themselves a chicken at a price that no chicken is sold. We are failing the poor by withholding basic rights to children. Education, shelter, healthcare and oftentimes food (yes, free lunches) are basic needs that all children have regardless of their parent’s income-earning ability. I’m looking at you, entitled, spoiled, heartless Betsy DeVos who is looking to take away lunch from hungry children.

What we need in our country is a shift in funding from the war machine to creating a country where all citizens have basic needs met. I’m not advocating handouts, but I am saying we need to play a role in helping those less fortunate to find a path to basic things like food, shelter, education, and health.

How did I come to these quasi-socialist beliefs? I’ve felt and seen deep poverty in North Carolina, South Carolina, Georgia, Florida, California, New York… all over this country. I have seen it all over the world but we are responsible for the poverty that resides inside of our own borders. I have lived in deep poverty. My parents were missionaries. We lived in the jungles of Colombia with the natives: dirt floors, thatch-roof huts, and hand-me-down or hand-made clothes. We ate food that we either grew or hunted and when we ran out, we didn’t eat. No electricity, no running water. When we moved to the U.S. we bought an AMC Hornet that was so old that eventually the floorboards rusted out so we used plywood to keep from falling through. We lived in a mobile home next to a sink hole. All our money was given to the commune. I paid my own way through college and left college with mountains of debt. But, eventually hard work, financial planning support from my wife Sofia, and some substantial lucky breaks, and I’m now officially part of the 1 percent club. I should be the poster child for Republicans. My own bootstraps, I tell you. Except that’s bullshit. I didn’t do this on my own. I had so many people who along the way helped nudge me forward. From my college friend’s dad who worked in tech and eventually offered me my first contract position at Ericsson Inc., to the first manager who saw something in me that others didn’t and said to some VP’s (I would find out years later) that I was VP material, to my boss at Palm who placed a bet on me and elevated me to a role I had to stretch hard to reach. Most of all, my unbelievably supportive wife who helped us dig our way out of a debt and stood next to me along the way encouraging and counseling me. So, I stand among the 1 percenters because a whole crowd of people, along with my hard work, pushed me forward.

In my journey from poverty to wealth I also met countless other people who worked as hard, were as dedicated and are still struggling on the bottom half of the middle-class band fighting every damn day to not slip into poverty. Some didn’t have the intelligence or the gifts to break through. But some didn’t have the right gender or the right skin color or the right support network to break through. The playing field is not level for everyone and to believe otherwise is, at best, naïve. Yes, I know that there are lazy people in this world. Yes, I know that there are people who abuse the system. Hell, I grew up in a commune! I saw first-hand how unfair it was for some who worked their tails off and still got the same exact benefits of the lazy, no-good, worthless pieces of shit that were let alone not contributing but also doing awful things like molesting young kids. I know that exists but I also believe with all my heart that the bulk of us are doing our best, working our hardest, using every available tool to get by. To judge each other by our income class is no more enlightened than refusing to give a beggar food in Calcutta because in a previous life they did something to deserve that misery. I fear that our pride and hubris will end up destroying our country.

Oh, one more thought. I cannot figure out how in the hell someone can call themselves a Christian and turn a blind eye to the less fortunate. How is the Republican party the party of the Church when it has, in my lifetime, shown very little sympathy for the less fortunate?

The Earth’s resources are put here by God to be used by humans.

Yes, that’s what we were taught and I don’t think we’re alone. Except that while I was being told this, whole swaths of jungle that I lived in were being destroyed in attempts to make them pastures to grow cattle for the beef industry. Even as a child I knew that was wrong. I grew up drinking water from streams, breathing fresh air only to later encounter a world of polluted rivers and lakes and air congested with particles that make it hard to breathe, that kills an estimated 1.7M children under the age of 5 every, single year. The oceans outside of Panama City are littered with human feces and plastic waste. We are destroying our planet and our new administration is not only standing by but accelerating that destruction under the guise of deregulation. I am reminded of the story in the Bible where King Solomon was told that his punishment wouldn’t come in his lifetime but his son’s lifetime. He seemed ok with that. We seem ok with making our children pay for our short-sighted, greedy, ignorant abuse of Earth and her resources.

Liberals are pros at killing babies.

I was barely a teenager standing in front the church preaching about abortion. I drew a parallel between the mass execution of babies in Egypt and the judgement that followed and how I was afraid this country would be judged for the mass execution of our babies. I looked out and there were tears streaming down the faces of church members. In college, I also volunteered at a Christian pregnancy center where I had to watch videos of abortions and learn how to counsel young, pregnant moms into keeping their babies. So, it might surprise you to hear me say that I think it’s about time we stop the debate about pro-choice vs pro-life. Here is what I’ve learned in the order I learned it.

Pro-choice is not the same as pro-abortion. I have yet to meet a pro-choice person who is out encouraging people to go get abortions. I’m sure there are exceptions but people I’ve encountered who’ve had to face the choice of getting an abortion did so with deep anguish and soul-searching and only did it after they felt that it was the right choice for not only themselves but also their future baby.

Women should have the right to decide over their own bodies. Imagine how livid we (men) would be if the government was involved in managing our reproductive rights? We have, through male authority or legislation, denied for too long a woman’s right to that choice. “But this isn’t about her body,” you say, “it’s about the baby.” No matter how you spin it, it’s still her body and therefore her choice.

The idea of “pro-life” is essentially the idea of “pro-birth.” It’s about whether a mom should birth her child. So much focus is on the “to birth or not to birth” debate that it overshadows all the other needs that go into preserving life: the life of the mother and the life of the child. The mission of Planned Parenthood (which I was told was pure evil) is all about LIFE. Nutrition, pregnancy prevention, education, support for mothers, etc. I’d argue that investing in Planned Parenthood is actually helping life. What could be more pro-life?

I fundamentally dislike “or” statements that can and should be “and” statements. Why do you have to be pro-choice or pro-life? Why can’t we be pro-choice and pro-life? Do we want to do everything in our power to preserve life? I believe so. Do we believe that women should have power over their own bodies? I believe so. Why is it that we must stand in opposing camps hurling insults at each other, debating decisions that were passed into law 43 year years ago when we have millions of young women who desperately need the help, counsel, advice, support, resources that both camps offer? While we stand firm in our ideologies, our young people suffer. I guess I stand with Barbara Bush who said, “I hate abortions, but just could not make that choice for someone else.” If we all worked together to advocate for choice and life we would have a very different impact on the world.

I hate how our two-party system has politicized everything that is important to the citizens of this country. I hate how it’s put us all on opposing sides of issues when, instead, we should be working together to advance this country.

What the hell does this have to do with Donald Trump?!

I’ve shared five examples of where my life’s journey took me from “Tea Party” to “All Party.” There are many other areas where my imposed and deeply embedded beliefs have been challenged and changed, such as gun control, military spending, LGBTQ rights, globalization, immigration, etc. Perhaps I’ll delve into them in a separate article but for now I think I’ve proved that I fully understand (and sometimes still support) the beliefs of many who voted for Trump. I understand that people in poverty are desperately looking for answers to better their lives. I understand that people in our heartland feel mocked and ridiculed by the political and financial elite on either coast. I understand that over-regulation has been choking the life out of our small businesses and increasingly what used to be small mom/pop businesses are being destroyed by behemoth organizations with seemingly no soul. I understand that for many, the American dream looks like nothing but a dream, unattainable to the average person. I understand that most Americans are sick and tired of a political system that only serves itself; parties that are more loyal to their charters than our Constitution. I understand that disruption is necessary.

It’s also my strong belief that either Trump himself or his advisors recognized the problems in this country, amplified and exaggerated them then set him up to be the answer to these problems. An outsider. Someone who had the power to cut through the piles of political dung and get things done for the American people. I too had a glimmer of hope that he could disrupt enough to allow fresh ideas and fresh thinking into this stinking morass of self-serving greed. But I have concluded that Trump is a Carpetbagger disguised as a champion. He is an unscrupulous opportunist who played on the fears and concerns of the troubled working class to gain power, recognition and wealth and he will do it by standing on the very backs of those he promised to help. Those who voted for him will suffer the most and that’s what has me angry. Many of my friends and family are in that group. He has already taken your trust, spit on it and filled his coffers. I have seen his types in Colombia, China, Panama: men who profit from the poor. He is our version of Carlos Slim. I hope I’m wrong but here are the data points (and there will be more):
  1. He hasn’t separated himself from his businesses. Trump is a self-professed billionaire. At 70, what more could he hope to gain, except to raise himself from being one of the most worthless of billionaires? He hasn’t built a company that will last for generations like Gates, Zuck, Brin, Page and others have done. He hasn’t built a financial empire like Warren Buffett. At the top of the billionaires list is a group of oligarchs who have amassed massive, unspeakable wealth. Perhaps that’s what he envies? If Trump did care about the citizens more than himself, he’d draw a clear line of separation between his presidency and the financial benefits. But the opposite has happened. He’s raised prices at Mar-a-Lago. He is making a fortune by using Mar-a-Lago every weekend to entertain guest, heads of state and hold fund raisers. His hotels are getting direct payment from campaign funds whenever there is an event in town. KAC publicly endorses his daughter’s brand. The Chinese government has given him the rights to 38 Trump brands in China. The list goes on and on and he’s only been in power a few weeks. His wealth is built on a foundation of debt that can come crashing down at any time like it did in the 90’s and 2000’s. This presidency will create such a windfall that it will elevate the Trump brand to new heights of wealth. How does that help us?
  2. Refusing to disclose his tax returns. I cannot accept that my champion will not stand and do his part to help advance this country. The reasoning that he can’t disclose his tax returns because they are being audited is a complete, absolute, bold-face lie. Warren Buffett personally refuted this excuse. We don’t know what’s hidden in those tax returns but I know that during my career I have paid $Millions in taxes at rates ranging from 25 to 55 percent (Sweden), knowing full well that I could find loopholes to reduce my tax burden but choosing, as a loyal citizen, to do my part. I know he has not done his part; he admitted as much. But he has created so many jobs which generates tax revenue for the country, you say. Ah, while we’re on jobs creation…
  3. Trump has a long history of squashing the “little man.” As Trump grew his wealth, he not only didn’t pay his taxes but he has repeatedly screwed his workers, contractors and suppliers. That is how I believe he is now screwing us. Same, exact patter with a much larger scale.
  4. Advocating the elimination of healthcare (not insurance) for the poor and disadvantaged. The poor, people with complicated medical conditions, and women are going to get hit the most by this new ACA replacement plan. Independent, 3rd parties are saying so. We need an expansion of affordable healthcare (notice I didn’t say affordable insurance) and the introduction of competitive practices to reduce cost but instead we get healthcare ripped away from people who need it the most.
  5. Repealing laws that protected retirement accounts and rolling back the mortgage rate reduction for the poor.
  6. Putting un-deserving cronies and the helm of agencies that serve his citizens. You cannot tell me that we could not find, in this great country, an innovative education leader who could help elevate our struggling education system. Instead we got someone who has no experience in education or managing a business. She married into the Amway fortune. We have seen him appoint cronies into undeserving positions as a dizzying pace. We now have the richest cabinet in history. How is buying your way into a Cabinet position going to help citizens who are struggling?
  7. Elevating dangerous men who have a proven record of being racist, xenophobic and want to destroy our country. Bannon, Miller, Gorka. Destruction, xenophobia, antisemitism. How is that solving our country’s problems?
  8. Increase in military spending and building a stupid wall. In 2007 our annual DoD spending was $652B. In 2017 our annual DoD spending will be $853B. That is an increase of $200B in 10 years. In 2007 we had 1.38M active soldiers, today we have 1.138M soldiers. Interestingly that’s a drop of 200,000 soldiers in the same period. Now, I realize that soldiers aren’t the only cost but my point is that the US military has shrunk in the past 10 years while the money spent has grown. We don’t have a money problem, we have a waste problem. We need to rapidly modernize our military to keep up with the threats of the world. We need smart spending and smart incentives to keep money from being wasted (eliminate the “use it or lose it” policies). So why would Trump push for a historic increase in military spending? He’s supposed to be a businessman and should know that you can’t spend your way to fiscal health. Why isn’t he using his “considerable experience” to help us strengthen our military while being smarter about spending? Why can’t we use the $54B increase in military spending and the $21B needed to build a wall to invest in infrastructure and job creation?
There are many other examples but I’ll stop there. My point is that he’s not our champion, he is a modern-day con man and he will use this presidency to advance his cause at the expense of our cause just like he’s done his whole life.

So, what can we do?

I think we can all do a few simple things to work toward a more inclusive and loving country.
  1. Stay vigilant. Question. Research. Don’t just accept what he says as truth.
  2. Stop listening to fear-mongering, conspiracy peddling and propaganda. When I was listening to conservative talk radio I believed with all my heart that the Liberals were feeding their followers propaganda. It caused me so much fear and consternation. I walked around seeing a conspiracy behind every bush and a doomsday around every corner. Then when I stopped listening to that garbage the weirdest thing happened. I started listening to my own heart and my own mind and the fear subsided, and what I found instead was a desire to be open, include and search for peace. My simple test for propaganda is whether when all radios and TVs are off, when the websites are shut down and voices are quiet does it all make sense? Take this piece by Hannity. Deep state looking to overthrow Trump? Wiretaps? America has a right to know what Obama knew? It’s OK that Trump blatantly lied about Obama ordering a wiretap but it’s not OK that we don’t know what Obama knew? Really? Why does every conservative radio host from Hannity to Rush to Alex Jones make me feel like I’m too stupid to have figured this out and only they can piece it all together? Because it’s made up propaganda. Truth be told, I don’t listen to liberal talk radio. I don’t watch liberal TV. I don’t read liberal newspapers. My thinking is not being shaped by liberal propaganda, it’s being shaped by what’s in my heart.
  3. Talk to each other. Meet diverse people. Explore new ideas. I can only tell you what I’ve experienced, that once you get to know people from all different walks of life you will find that they want the same things… love, connection, acceptance, safety, equality, to feel valued.  Shouting at each other over social media or screaming at our TV screens is not going to bring us together. Getting to know each other… all flavors of each other…will create understanding and acceptance.
  4. Talk to your representatives. Stay active. Hold them accountable to respond.
  5. Vote for principle, not party. Vote for those who have real ideas on now to advance our country. Don’t vote for people who just parrot a party platform. Vote for those who vow to protect our basic rights to freedom, sustenance, education, healthcare, safety. Vote for progress, not regress. We can never win the race looking through our rear-view mirror. We must look forward to win.
This is why I’m active. This is why I am vocal. I love this country too much to see it so blatantly sold to the biggest carpetbagger since the Civil War reconstruction. I too want change and disruption, just not destruction.



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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Who We Admire


While I love an underdog story, i.e. Tebow, Lin, Warner, I dislike with equal fervor, the over-hype and the need to somehow make these people more than they are...athletes with a tremendous work ethic who finally got the opportunity to showcase their dedication.  Why put these guys on some kind of moral and religious pedestal?  Are we in such need of heroes that we look to people who play for a living as our role models?  From Bruce Almighty, "...a single mom who's working two jobs, and still finds time to take her son to soccer practice, that's a miracle..."  Well I say, a single mom who's working two jobs, and still finds time to take her son to soccer practice, that's someone who I respect more than Lin or Tebow.  Look around you today and you will see that your role models are all around you...your wife, husband, kids, parents, co-workers, etc.  Every day we interact with people who sacrifice tremendous amounts to reverse the forces of nature that are pulling this world into chaos and decay and instead make this world a better place not only for ourselves but our children and our children's children.  If we spent as much time talking about them and their amazing feats as we do tweeting, chirping, discussing the 3 pointer than Lin hit last night, then we too will join in the fight to make this a better world.

Kudos to Lin, Warner and Tebow, they deserve the rewards they receive, but they will not get an ounce of my hero worship.  All my respect goes to other "Lins", Lynn Walters, who taught me even though her hands and feet were crippled by arthritis and she lived in constant, throbbing pain.  To my own mother, Vanessa Lin, who lost her parents to a firing squad at the tender age of 11, moved to a completely new country (USA) in her teens, moved to a completely new country (Colombia) at the age of 18 and then birthed and raised eight children...and that's just the beginning of the hardships she's endured.  To my wife (married to a Lin...ok, it's a stretch) who somehow finds the time to be an amazing mother while working full-time to make our Industry more socially responsible ensuring that toxins aren't being dumped in rivers, helping eradicate child labor from factories in China and working tirelessly to make sure that the world we leave our children is not a grey, lifeless, barren, polluted wasteland.

Heroes are all around us.  Look away from You Tube and look around...

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Supply Chain, A Competitive Advantage



This week Business Week published an article about Apple's competitive advantage (http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/apples-supplychain-secret-hoard-lasers-11032011.html).  Frankly, this is not the first article, nor most insightful article, about this topic but it inspired me to this more broadly about supply chain...

(Petty comment first:  I frankly dislike how everything Apple does now is treated like a new revelation...fire from the gods, if you will.  Enough said.)

About seven years ago we started laying out a plan for how supply chain could become one of our competitive advantages as we tried to turn around Sony Ericsson.  A few elements (there were many more) of our plan were:
  1. establishing a transparent demand-creation process with the regions
  2. providing our factories and suppliers with clear visibility to changes in demand in exchange for record-short lead-times
  3. co-location of component manufacturing for custom components so we could do JIT customization of our products
  4. direct shipment of product from factory to customers

Our work paid off and we were able to create a competitive advantage that helped bring back Sony Ericsson from the brink of bankruptcy.  However, this supply chain was built for speed and agility; what Apple has done is build a supply chain for speed and technology.

Seven years ago, Nokia was the king of the supply chain.  Their presence was ubiquitous; every supplier either did business with Nokia or wanted to do business with Nokia.  Nokia was a benevolent king using their power judiciously to better the lives of their subjects (the suppliers).  Later, when Sony Ericsson became also influential in the supply chain, they too were a benevolent Baron (king is too generous).  Some of the underlying philosophies behind how Nokia and Sony Ericsson managed their suppliers were:
  1. A supplier controlled their own destiny.  If they provided quality, continuity of supply and competitive pricing then they would always have access to new business.
  2. Partners, not just suppliers.  Nokia actively worked with their suppliers to develop technologies, improve their factories, establish better processes.  Suppliers were developed into partners.
  3. Always "do the right thing."   "Doing the right thing" was a philosophy that helped guide decisions whether it was about making sure the suppliers were environmentally responsible or making sure that suppliers brought in business from competitors so they wouldn't be too dependent on business from Sony Ericsson, etc.
There is a new philosophy that is taking over supply chain and it's not based on benevolence.  If Nokia was Henry IV, then we are now under the rule of Henry VIII.  I see a mindset of hoarding, short-sightedness and callousness starting to heavily influence.

There are some who believe that everything they touch is theirs.  Reminds me of Stingy from Lazytown (http://youtu.be/AX5sIRop-M0).  I could change the words to be "that flash memory is mine, that CNC machine is mine, that QX display is mine"...you get the point.  The truth is that every company has a right to hoard those technologies that they develop but many times that thinking extends to technology that the suppliers developed and it keeps those suppliers from giving other companies access to technology.  It's  bad business for everyone except the company at the top of the haystack.

There is also a general lack of accountability for the supply chain impact on the environment.  Let's be honest, would anyone buy a smartphone if they knew that somewhere in China the production of that device was giving a little child cancer?  I hope not.  China is going through a similar transformation as the US did back in the first 75 years of the 20th Century where rivers and lakes are being polluted, toxic material is being dumped (here we call them super fund sites) and people are suffering as a result of that carelessness.  The difference between what we did and what's happening to China is that we learned our lesson and should be carrying those lessons with us as we manage our suppliers but that is not always the case; many turn a blind eye.

When I was a kid everyone called me an "old soul", now they just call me "old" (ok, 38 is not very old) but the reason was because when I looked at situations, I did so with a perspective that spanned multiple generations; I understand that there was a yesterday and there will be thousands of "tomorrows" and the decisions we often make today or made yesterday can make life very difficult for those who we've entrusted with "tomorrow."

My main concern is that there will be a new generation of supply chain practitioners who will grow up idolizing companies who are short-sighted in their approach.  Hell, who knows if Nokia, through this transition, turns their back on their own philosophies.

A perfect world would be one that combines hunger for technology demonstrated by Apple and the benevolence of Nokia past. This is what I plan to do in my next role...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Heaven and Hell

A few weeks ago I had a very vivid dream that I just can't forget. In my dream I died and went to heaven.

When I entered heaven, I was truly puzzled. I looked around and all I saw was Earth but it was not the same Earth that I had just left, it was a pristine, unpolluted, breathtaking, awe-inspiring Earth! There were beautiful mountains, white sandy beaches, amazing foliage and most surprisingly, really beautiful houses and buildings. Surrounding me were many of the people I knew from my life and, of course, all the people I dearly loved like close friends and family...and oddly enough there was a disproportionate amount of children! Unlike the teachings of the Church, these people were not sitting on clouds playing violins, they were actually doing normal, "human" work like tending the gardens, building structures, taking care of animals, etc. It was Earth in its un-ravished, unpolluted state being cared for and maintained by people who were happy, content and completely at peace. The best way to describe how we all felt in this "heaven" is to have you to close your eyes and imagine the times in your life when you were the most at awe....whether it was watching a sunset, or listening to beautiful music or looking into your babies eyes...that is just a glimpse of the fullness, wonder and love that filled me when I arrived.

I turned to God, who was just "one of us" in appearance and started asking a million questions but he (or she, can't remember) just sat me down and explained.

"You see, what you see in front of you is Reality. Before you 'died' you were in a pre-reality state and when you 'died' you left that temporary state and started living. Everything you knew before, that you thought was reality, was actually just temporary place where your true character was being discovered. As you lived in that place you made lots of choices and while you thought you were making choices for that moment, what you were actually doing was deciding which reality you wanted once you left your temporary life. All of what you knew as 'life' was actually just a testing ground to see if you really wanted to come here or go to the other world." (By the way, I didn't see the other world, but I assume it was just Earth devoid of all the goodness.)

It suddenly became crystal clear to me. Everything I thought I knew before about life and the "hereafter" was exactly opposite. I didn't live and then die, I pre-lived and then lived! My "death" was just a transition from pre-reality to reality. It dawned on me that the Catholic Church had it wrong when they said that when you die, you go to Purgatory, i.e. a holding place where your fate is decided, what I knew as "life" was actually a Purgatory of sorts where I made choices that determined where I truly would live.

Now, to be clear, this was just a dream but honestly, it was the first time in my life that heaven made any sense to me. I completely understood how the choices we make now affect where we go when we transition over to our new lives. It also gave me such a different view of death as being not the end of anything but the beginning of everything!

Finally, in my dream I understood that when a child dies for whatever reason, it's actually going to a beautiful, safe, caring place where it will never experience pain, hunger, sorrow... it's just doing it sooner than those of us who live longer. And since children are born pure of heart, when they "died" they automatically went to this beautiful "heaven" to continue their lives. That is why there were more children than adults.

When I awoke from my dream, I felt a weird mixture of awe and sadness. Awe at the dream and sadness at the fact that it was just a dream. I'm not even the slightest bit arrogant enough to think that I truly did get a glimpse into the "hereafter" but with all my heart I wish my dream was true. When you boil down many of the religions of the world, at their core they encourage caring, love, understanding, respect, truth, benevolence and tell us to stay away from pride, anger, killing, cheating, etc. In the context of my dream, religions are simply saying "choose wisely now and you will choose your life." I wish religion was this simple...

I wish...

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Some random thoughts about our place in this world

All this talk about race...
white people arresting the black
black people resenting the whites
white, black, black, white, green, yellow, pink
aren't we all children of one DNA strand?
Is your X blacker than mine?
Is my Y somehow less colorful than yours?

All this talk about religion...
does your god love less
or hate more?

All this talk about politics...
since when is an elephant more noble than an ass?
When did we start letting donkeys and elephants think for us?
Oh what an ass we have become!

We fight phantasmal enemies wildly thrashing about in a stupefied panic beating away ghosts of religion and apparitions of nationalism until we are left mere shadows of humanity who have forgotten how to breath the fresh air of Life.

Have we not evolved past these insignificant separations that we choose to honor as truth? Color, race, religion, politics...all so finite in the light of the real truth which is that we are all mere specs of light in the infinite history of Being. We can choose to shine a brilliantly as we can for the smidgen that we exist or allow our lights to be squelched by pride and greed.

History will no more remember our petty quabbles for which we so willingly died and so expeditiously hated anymore than it remembers the senseless reasons why cavemen beat each other with blunt instruments...all that will be left will be the stains of our ignorance.

Let's remember the hundreds, thousands, millions...billions who have walked these hallowed moments before us...who have filled these scared halls of time with laughter, tears, joy and leave behind a legacy of light.

Live
Love
Think clearly
Honor each other

Friday, January 9, 2009

Our Handicaps

A couple weeks ago I went to the grocery store and at the checkout a mentally and physically handicapped (challenged) young man who asked me if I needed help getting my groceries to the car. I wasn't really paying attention, didn't understand him and asked him to repeat himself. Halfway through him repeating the request it dawned on me that he was handicapped and the oddest thing happened...I got really nervous. I sputtered out something like "no thanks" grabbed my stuff and headed out to the car. Since then I can't stop thinking about why I got nervous? I've presented or talked to large audiences, to very senior levels of management, to presidents of companies, even to a hot Swedish girl at my work (okay, I was really nervous the first time I approached Sofia so that doesn't count). Why in the hell would I get nervous talking to a mentally and physically handicapped teenager? I never have before.

This question has hounded me for a couple weeks and here are a couple theorems:

1. Perhaps I was just caught off guard. I am, after all, fairly absent-minded and just wasn't prepared for that exchange. Of course, that's too simple an explanation.

2. Maybe it's like my issue with racism. When I moved to the US from Columbia, I honest-to-goodness did not know that people judged each other based on skin color. Call in naive but that's what happens when you grow up in the middle of the jungle. I didn't know about racism, didn't have the term "racism" in my vocabulary and certainly didn't practice racism. Oddly enough over the next few years, I learned racism from both whites and blacks (the "in" term during those years). The more I learned, the more I was puzzled because my young mind could not comprehend how someones skin color could in any way have anything to do with anything. I kept saying to myself "skin color is only a thin covering on your body, so what's that got to do with what is inside the person?" Unfortunately, the more I learned the more difficult it became for me to feel free around "black" people. I found myself censoring everything that I said to a black person to make sure it didn't have racial overtones and the more I did that the more awkward I became and which led people to believe that I was racist. (Even in this paragraph, I felt bad saying "black" because that is not the right PC terminology.) So sad because in my heart, I love or hate all people equally regardless of race, education, sex, height, etc. People are people...black people are people, white people are people, yellow people are people. "People" is the common denominator. However, I am prejudiced against mean, hateful, arrogant, hurtful, demeaning, dishonest and pompous people...all internal, not external traits.

So, how this relates to the handicapped (challenged) boy is that I might have been rattled because society has put so much emphasis on not seeing handicapped (challenged) people as being different that I over correct my reaction to make sure I was not violating social norms.

The truth is that while this might be part of the reason I got nervous, I still didn't feel like it was the whole reason.

A couple night ago, something happened that made me fully understand my reaction.

Every night I go by Oliver and Siena's beds and I check on them to make sure they have covers or are tucked in or are breathing (yes, I am paranoid) and while by their bedsides, I say a little prayer of thanks for the amazing gifts that we have been given. Well, the other night, I was laying in bed after my little ritual thinking about how fortunate I am with the amazing people in my life...Sofia, Siena and Oliver...when the thought crossed my mind "would you still love them as much if they were disfigured, or mentally challenged or not as smart as they are?" I thought about it for a long time and came to the conclusion that yes, I would love them as much. The reason is because when I think of Sofia or Siena or Oliver, I actually don't think about what they look like on the outside or of all the individual little things that make them amazing but somehow I'm able to look inside and what I see is pure goodness and beauty and that makes me fall in love with them over and over again.

So I'm laying there basking in these good feelings and the thought crossed my mind "do you see yourself the same way?" After much deliberation, I realized that I just cannot look past all my defects, character flaws, physical flaws, painful memories, mistakes made, etc. to see the goodness and beauty that resides inside. In my heart, I know there is lots of goodness inside but my mind puts up such a stink about my handicaps that it completely overrides my heart. I realized that every time I've tried to convince someone that I was a good at my job or in my abilities or in my character, it's only been myself trying to convince myself that in spite of all my handicaps, I am a good person inside. (Of course, this is completely linked to the hundreds of hours of preaching that I was exposed to growing up where I was told that we are all sinful, hideous creatures that can only be redeemed by grace, but that is for another blog entry altogether.)

Finally, I realized that I got nervous around the young man at the checkout is because I saw in the flesh a representation of the way I view myself inside. He reminded me of all the ways that I am handicapped inside and it rattled me. I'll bet that inside that person in front of me was a pure, beautiful, amazing being but what I actually saw, in that split second, was a personification of the way that I often view myself.

So, what's my point? I am learning to get comfortable with the beauty and goodness that resides inside knowing that it's greater than all my handicaps, mistakes, painful memories, etc. And I think if we all take the time to do the same, we will find ourselves so much more at peace with ourselves that we just might start taking the time to see each other for who we are on the inside, not for all the things we are or are not on the outside. We focus on the expression "love your neighbor as yourself" as a reminder to love each other but the hidden gem in that expression is that if we don't love ourselves, then it sure doesn't bode well for the neighbor!