by Jen Chau
This is - I think - our favorite game to play when it comes to race. Locate the racist, focus on the racist, blog and tweet the crap out of that racist, and shame that racist as much as possible. The racist shouldn't be able to carry on life as he knew it. I too hope for change in the person who took a misstep, but I think we are missing the bigger picture. We use magnifying glasses to focus on individual events rather than seeing the connections and the patterns that point to larger societal problems.
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by Jen Chau
If I currently worked for my 24-year old self, I would not be happy. Talk about a terrible manager. I did it all. I expected my direct reports to read my mind, I waited for problems to bubble up instead of confronting them proactively, I wanted my team members to "bother me" as little as possible so I could do my job, and I tried first and foremost to make my staff members my friends. I must have subscribed to: "it's better to be loved than feared." Ay, I made a mess. But I'm glad I did (Apologies of course, to those of you out there who I managed earlier on in my career - can we all just chalk it up to lessons learned?). Ok, I wasn't a monster - I like to paint vivid pictures because drama reads better in a blog. It wasn't all bad. I did some things right - I modeled the way, I always worked as hard or harder than I expected everyone else to work, and I celebrated my team members' accomplishments. Sure, I got some things right. But what I have learned about being the leader of a team is that people management is probably the most important thing I can do well, every day.
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by Jen Chau
We are all pieces of other people, things, experiences. Less like a puzzle, but more like a delicious recipe -- a dish that gets more and more rich as you drop additional ingredients in. In cooking, it's very hard to separate out the ingredients once you put them in, and I have found the same to be true in thinking about how I got to be the person I am today. It's hard to think about where I got my love of storytelling, my appreciation of brutal honesty and achievement, my commitment to family. But when I sit down to consider all of my influences, it is very clear to me that there are pieces of me that look very much like people who have been so meaningful to me and my life. I am going to write about these people -- not only to recognize the great things that they have given to me, but also because I think it's an important exercise. Very rarely do we feel that we have the power to impact others. Well, we definitely do, and sometimes, even unknowingly, we do. I want those who have impacted me to know it. Also, we don't emphasize the true beauty of people nearly enough (too often we hone in on the ugliness -- just turn on the 10 o'clock news).
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by Jen Chau
He sat at the front of the classroom on a rolling office chair with wheels, screen behind him, lights dimmed. This lighting was dangerous, I thought, as I looked at the semicircle of us. We looked tired and heads were sure to start nodding. He had a nonchalant expression on his face, detailing all of the research, outlining, and further outlining we would need to do to complete our final paper. From time to time he would turn to his powerpoint (dark blue background with maroon headings) to illustrate his points. He could have been talking in slow motion - it seemed the end would never come. But week after week, we all got closer to the end. Our final sentence. Our fancy binding. Our ten minute presentations.
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by Jen Chau
Over the last couple of months, I have begun to expect that every un-identified number that pops up on my cell phone is probably connected to a well-intentioned (most of the time) reporter wondering if I could offer my thoughts on Obama‘s mixed race identity. Asking me to comment because of my work with Swirl, they have all wondered how hot of a topic Obama has been amongst other mixed race people. Was everyone excited about it? Were people taking offense to the fact that he was identifying as an African-American man? And what does he mean for the future of mixed race people everywhere? These are just some of the questions that came up during the interviews in which I have taken part (I guess though, that I should at least mention my favorite of all, “What if Obama identified as a white man? What would people think of that?” The best rhetorical question I have heard in a while. If nothing else, these conversations surely have been entertaining).
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