Monthly Archives: July 2012

In New York Yet Far Apart

TWO VOICES, TWO CULTURES FROM NEW YORK

Saturday

From May 2010 through November 2011, a young woman in New York who described herself in her Blogger profile as as a waitress blogged at Ars Dramatica.   She didn’t reveal in her profile what her college major was. 

In February 2011, the blogger wrote a post called “Why Are Archives Important? Because History Deserves To Be Preserved, You Dopes.”   The post revealed that she was a volunteer at the Special Collections department at Hofstra University.   

The blogger wrote beautifully about the importance of records, riffing on a movie (Network) and on records with which she was working.  At Hofstra she processed records related to government (Dorothy Goosby) and the arts (the Long Island Philharmonic).  She listed opera and jazz as among her favorite music and included an aria in her Mixpod selections.

The blogger observed of Network, which she had watched on DVD,

“I am able to view a movie no longer in cinemas as many times as I wish. I’m a future generation that has access to this material. Material that, though not of my time, speaks to my time.”

I only discovered the post this past Saturday, although she linked to my blog in her February 2011 post.  It was in a sentence about “struggles with what to do with sensitive information.”  Her conclusion was eloquent:

“Archives are important, no matter the financial climate, because they are a valuable learning resources. Records are kept not just for posterity’s sake, research will give us a new and better understanding of the human condition. The recorded past remains a usable guide for the future. That is an archives’ singular value. The only thing we can do with history is learn from it. This is why archives deserve our attention. But, really, Canadian activist Nellie McClung said in the most incontrovertible way:  ‘people must know the past to understand the present and face the future.'”
 
I browsed her blog on Sunday and found very interesting her observations on history, the arts, the Tudors, old movies, civility, human kindness, and brotherhood.   She concluded her first blog post, in May 2010, by writing:
 
“I was reading an interview with Nancy Oliver, about her debut film Lars and the Real Girl, and her main motivation in writing the piece was, “What if we brought kindness and compassion to the table?” Now there’s something I’d pay to see.”
 
I have no idea how she came to read my blog, which she included under Maarja Krusten in her blogroll.  I wish I had known about her blog while it was still active.  It has a vibe and sensibility that I rarely see in other archives and history blogs I read (with a couple of notable exceptions).  I would have enjoyed posting comments there.
 

Sunday

The New York Times published a commentary about Governor Andrew Cuomo’s records.

“We have long experience of seeing Mr. Cuomo — any politician really — try to protect the privacy of internal debates where public policy is created. But the Cuomo inner circle seems determined to write these debates out of history by causing any record of them to disappear instantly and permanently. The governor does not use or encourage e-mail. He and his staff communicate with what they believe are untraceable BlackBerry messages. A new policy essentially describes electronic documents as unworthy of preservation, saying they ‘are not records and are therefore suitable for immediate destruction.’”

Is the governor listening more to the lawyers and political consultants who prefer no footprints? Should he not also worry instead about the public and historians who deserve a broader and richer view of his time in office?

The governor’s aides have also tried to withhold, possibly for decades, public documents created during his previous job as attorney general. Earlier this year, according to recent reports, his staff scrambled to deny public access to some documents in the State Archives after reporters from The Times Union of Albany received a box of papers relating to the so-called Troopergate investigation by Mr. Cuomo in 2007. Josh Vlasto, the governor’s spokesman, said the files were private and were released in error by the state archivist.”

As is often the case, the newspaper points to history and accountability and the officials respond with lawyerly language and concepts.    Missing from the conversation?  Why some officials feel there is no safe haven for their records.   And why discussing that is so hard.   There are many undiscussables that limit honest conversations about archival records and record keeping.

Susan Cain’s book about Introversion (Quiet) has some interesting sections on Extroverts and how they react to potential rewards.  She looks at how that affects risk taking, in hedge funds and other areas.   Most of the U.S. population is Extrovert rather than Introvert.   Archivists tend to be Introvert, as also some (not all, by any means) historians.   As we consider the records we process or study, it helps to keep in mind that to win political office, those running for office often have to pitch to a largely Extrovert population without losing the Introverts.  Challenging.

I am Introvert Sensing Thinking Judging in my Myers Briggs Personality Typing.   I’m not drawn to demagoguery, reductionism, and the avoidance of realistic discussion of difficult problems that characterizes so much of the political world.   It’s not just that I went Independent in 1989 after being a Republican through the Nixon, Ford, Carter, and Reagan years.  Or my thumb-your-nose, don’t -box-me in with litmus tests free spiritedness.  (I stocked up on those Rebel Archives t-shirts that I’m pictured wearing this March the last time I was at “my beloved NARA.”) 

Political rhetoric seems aimed at reward and quick gratification-seeking Extroverts, as Cain describes their characteristics, rather than Introverts such as I.    A writer of a Letter to the Editor of the New York Times in 2010 got it right, when he laughingly noted that rewarded behaviors compel many politicians to tell Americans how good they are.  Imagine trying to run a business that way, ha.  Roy Ash didn’t mention that when we at the National Archives interviewed him in 1988.  Ash, a former director of the Office of Management and Budget, did offer some interesting insights into why you can’t run government the way you do business.   Left unsaid was the fact that how you “get your job” definitely is part of the mix, and a very complicated one, at that.

I’ve often thought being an Introvert politician and having to spout the nonsense so many voters seem to yearn for must really take a toll internally, on the psyche.   The gulf between the grown up world of governing and the schoolyard world of campaigning may be a factor in why so many office holders struggle with record keeping issues.

 The editorial about the New York Governor and former Attorney General concludes, “transparency clearly has its limits in Mr. Cuomo’s office and in his inner circle. ‘You can’t live your life in a goldfish bowl,’ he says.”

So much at stake, so many complications. Yet there are workable solutions, in my view. 

What I would give to have the blogger, the lawyers advising the governor, and archivists, records managers, and historians, including former archivists such as I, break down the silos that separate us even on the Interwebs.  And to sit down together, physically or virtually, and to talk through the issues.

Written in the morning, proofread and published on personal time via Smartphone

Watching over. Looking out. For each other.

Late in the afternoon, the members of the contract cleaning crew arrive.   Some  are African-American.  Some are Latino.  And, as I hear in the accented voices that respond to my greetings and comments as we pass each other in the halls, on the stairs, or stand in the elevators, a few are immigrants to the United States from Russia and countries once in the Soviet sphere.

We stopped to chat on Thursday, an African-American woman and I.  She was walking up from the basement level, where my history records are stored, to the floor assigned to her to clean.   Not the first time we’ve stopped to chat.

I mask how I feel about the more difficult aspects of my job as a federal historian from everyone I encounter during the workday. All I said about myself Thursday was that my office is about to move down a floor from where we are now (not the basement). And that my boss and the staff have started packing up the books and files in our offices for the relocation.

The woman on the stairs told me it had made her sad to see the stories in the news about the four-year old boy who had shot himself in the head with a gun.  A member of his family had left the weapon on the seat of a vehicle parked in front of the house.  We talked about responsibility and where people stand in relation to each other.  I said, “we have obligations to look out for each other.  We can’t just go through life head down and focused on our own selves.”  She gazed at me and smiled, “Look at you!”  She could tell I really meant it.

Something made the cleaning lady lean over from the step above me and to embrace me.  Then she walked on up the stairs to empty the trash cans and to clean the offices and restrooms in the building.

Not all of us have kind people we see during the workday, in and out of our workplace, who lift our spirits, as I do.   Not all of our workplace experiences are pleasant.

Time to write about Rebecca’s recent essay, “Full Disclosure:  Sexual Harassment in the Archives.”   Not just the very troubling and dismaying experiences she describes happening to her while working in an archives.  But also broader issues.   Who looks out for whom and who doesn’t.  Who speaks up and who doesn’t.  And why.

I read Rebecca’s post as soon as she put it up in June.  I’ve been thinking about it ever since.  Now is the time to write about it.  Because this morning I read a seemingly unrelated commentary in the Washington Post about the dysfunctional nature of the U.S. government’s national security classification system.  It focused on someone who seems like a lonely warrior in his advocacy in Washington and whom I admire.  J. William Leonard, former director of the Information Security Oversight Office of the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA).  He spoke in 2006 at the Society of American Archivists conference in Washington, DC.

What’s the connection between that and Rebecca’s story of harrowing experiences in the workplace?  Stewardship.

When you’re an executive, a manager, a supervisor, you officially have people in your care.   In. Your. Care.  No brainer to look at it that way, right?  Except not everyone does, not in the same way.  So bad things can happen.

Things such as what Rebecca describes.  Supposed “pranks” such as a boss having a female employee’s boyfriend (who started an internship in the same workplace) fill out an “Employee Sexual Activity Form” about his relations with her.  So very wrong.  Especially as she was victimized on the form with the phrase “mostly consensual.” So wrong.  So very, very wrong.

Rebecca did what anecdotal evidence suggests many people in such positions do.  She became withdrawn in a workplace where she previously had joined in on pranks and jokes.  She didn’t turn to the human resources office.  And she started to look for (and found) another job elsewhere.

Her story drew many thoughtful comments.  But that is largely where the conversation remained, contained.  Yet this and related issues warrant discussion.  We need to talk about harassment.  Abusive behavior.  Managerial actions, bad as well as good, that affect people, whether they occur in interpersonal relationships, policy decisions, or tactical maneuvers.

You learn a lot about how someone rolls by observing them in the workplace.  Sometimes it only starts to fit together after things implode.  Sometimes, you can hit rewind (wait, I’m showing my age) and see the signs.   Such as the person who fires off pre-emptive shots at others in seeming efforts to place them in a one-down position in relation to himself or herself.   One of many ways to shut down conversation.  Yeah, you see it on listservs and at blogs sometimes, too.  Control.

When I read Rebecca’s story, I thought, “who was looking out for her?”  It’s a question I’ve asked in a different context about my generation of archivists at NARA, where I worked from 1976 to 1990.  We ended up in a position during the G. H. W. Bush administration that one official later referred to as abusive although the situation involved handling policy questions, not sexual harassment.  But the question is the same:  “who was looking out for those in a position of workplace dependency?”  The answer, for her, for us, was: seemingly no one.   The abuse and the situation were different.  But the sense of being vulnerable and having no one to whom to turn was very familiar.

Rebecca explained,

“Could I have reported the sexual harassment? I guess so. But I didn’t really see a situation where it would end well for me–or for my boyfriend, whose employment status was far less secure. HR might just say “You two shouldn’t have been working together anyway” and force him out. They might leave my boss as my supervisor, which would be awkward. They might fire him, in which case all my co-workers would hate me. And since this was my only archives experience, I would need to use my boss as a reference to get another job in the field.”

Rebecca was very brave to blog about the incident.  And the aftermath as she became more withdrawn and no longer felt comfortable being herself at work.

“When you’re a humorist–when your entire professional reputation is based on the perception that you are both funny and provocative–it is very difficult to step back and say, ‘Hey now, that you joke you just made? That’s. Not. Funny.’ And hadn’t I said, just a day or two earlier, ‘Do whatever you want’?”

In any situation involving a superior and a subordinate, the higher ranked person has a greater obligation to think through the impact of his or her choices.  He or she has more power than the other person.  Moreover, the door has to stay open to conversations about workplace issues that may come up in the future.

Mutuality is important in making relationships work, and not just in the workplace.   We all need to be comfortable being ourselves but we also need to accept that there will be reasonable limits.  When what two people need in a situation conflicts, empathy helps us find compromises or solutions.  That’s why effective leaders point to empathy as a quality they value.  The ability to step back and look at something from the other person’s viewpoint, whether you’re officially one up or one down, can make a real difference.

Rebecca’s post ends with the wise observation that not only is it important to establish what she calls negative boundaries but positive ones, as well.    She gives good examples of positive feedback in relationships.  (My favorite is “Thanks for listening to me vent.”  We all need that sometimes!)

Why wasn’t there more discussion of Rebecca’s post in the blogosphere?  Why no link or talk about it on the Archives & Archivists Listserv?  I think it has something to do with unwritten rules.  Something I’ve observed on Twitter and on Facebook is that if a topic comes up that is a little off from the unarticulated but clearly group defined “center” of the spectrum, people hang back.

If one or two post reactions, others join in.  The longer the silence after something is tweeted or posted on a wall, the less chance it will lead to back and forth talk about it.  Something about people in groups in public places, I think.   But sometimes, you can pick out people with really good leadership qualities (or potential as leaders) and strong self actualization in observing when they speak up on difficult topics.

It  isn’t easy.  I admire those who show such independence.  Susan Cain, author of Quiet, explained it very well in the New York Times in January. She wrote

“People in groups tend to sit back and let others do the work; they instinctively mimic others’ opinions and lose sight of their own; and, often succumb to peer pressure. The Emory University neuroscientist Gregory Berns found that when we take a stance different from the group’s, we activate the amygdala, a small organ in the brain associated with the fear of rejection. Professor Berns calls this ‘the pain of independence.’”

But the truth is, the social world isn’t entirely social.  There are various constraints, especially in certain workplaces.

Intensity of experience may be a factor, too.  I’ve been thinking about that recently.  I wonder from time to time about the appropriateness of discussing joy that has its roots in earlier pain.  It’s as if we’re supposed to live our lives in some other-defined narrow space of “normal.”  And not reveal much about the pretty wide spectrum of good or bad things (which vary for all of us) that we experience.

My blogging friend, John H. Taylor, offered a smart take on feelings in a comment at my blog last spring.  It was under a post I had put up to thank my former pastor, who later was defrocked for being gay, for helping my sister and us during her terminal illness.  Father John observed about grief as expressed in mourning loved ones under the post I wrote about my pastor:

“Dealing all the time with people who are mourning, I warn them that there will be a decent interval after which the culture will pronounce that they should be over it, should move on, shouldn’t talk about it, whatever, whereas healthy people process their losses in all kinds of ways, including poetry, music, fiction, and, in your case, posting and blogging.”

But if we act in conformance with the culture’s pronouncements, we mask what really happens in life.  That weakens our ability to learn and to teach, both.  In the workplace.  Among friends.  And at home.

We need to watch over each other.  Look out for each other.  In issues related to managing people.  And in considering policy issues, such as the ones for which Bill Leonard is acting as an advocate.   It was hearing a friend tell me in the summer of 2010 that Tim Naftali’s experiences nearly mirrored those of my archival cohort that led me to start blogging.   (I found out later, after he reached out to me in his professional capacity in May 2011, that AOTUS David S. Ferriero started reading my blog at the time I first started writing posts in December 2010.  I’m grateful that David did so.)  As Tim recently observed, public history is fragile.  His experiences ended well but he believes “it was a near thing.”

I hate what happened to Rebecca.  I’m glad I’ve been spared that sort of thing.  I understand why not everyone can speak up about such experiences.  I feel for them.  But I’m grateful to Rebecca for speaking up about what happened to her.

Trespassing in people’s lives

Beautiful.  I liked the article in today’s New York Times about photographer Dawoud Bey:  “Portrait of 70s Harlem, Gathered for Today.”

“Mr. Bey, who now lives in Chicago and teaches photography at Columbia College there, became a widely acclaimed portrait photographer, known for conveying a self-awareness and introspection in his subjects. His work has been shown across the United States and Europe and is in the permanent collections of the Museum of Modern Art, the Whitney Museum of American Art and the Brooklyn Museum.”

The photographer learned how to insert himself into “the social space” of his subjects and to look out for natural “grace notes” that revealed something about the person.  The photographs, described as having “clarity and sympathy and understanding” and “humanism” are not studio portraits.  But they are not candids, either. 

“’He wants to discover things about people, not stop at the surface but really get under the skin,’ Mr. Travis said. But unlike Richard Avedon, who often had a strobe light go off when people were unprepared, or Diane Arbus, who once said that taking a photograph was ‘like tiptoeing into the kitchen late at night and stealing Oreo cookies,” Mr. Bey insists that the process be collaborative.

‘Dawoud believes the sitters have a voice, and he won’t steal anything they don’t want shown,’ Mr. Travis said.  ‘He’s very considerate about never really taking a face the sitter didn’t mean to give up. He’s not a trespasser.’”

Many things to consider in those phrases.  Grace notes. Trespassing.   Understanding.   Sympathy.  And above all, humanism.

Self-conscioussness and self-awareness are qualities I often ponder as they relate to records management and the creation of textual and photographic material that goes into an archives.  The more self-conscious people are as they create records, the less likely they are to reveal themselves.    

Cokie Roberts touched on that in a book lecture I attended at the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA) in January.  She said the letters of 18th and 19th century men of the higher classes often are more pompous or less revealing than those of their wives.  The men were writing for posterity in many cases.  Many of the women did not expect their correspondence would survive them.

Although the question rarely shows up in archival or records management forums, at one time there was debate about a possible “chilling effect” of the Freedom of Information Act and records statutes on the creation of internal government correspondence.   Although seemingly a natural to discuss given the move to electronic record keeping, I’ve rarely seen the question raised in forums where archivists and records managers gather these days. 

These are tough questions for the creators, managers and users of records to consider.   But they play a part in what people will learn about the present day.  The late William Raspberry, columnist for the Washington Post, said in a speech in 2006 that in every controversy, “the thoughtful person” sees “both sides.”  

I’ve been thinking about that since I read the article about Bey.  It doesn’t address the thorny issue of internal governmental deliberations, he’s a photographer, after all.  But it did start me thinking about how we sometimes learn over time to look at things from different angles.  Sometimes it takes time or lessons learned. 

Even as a teenager attending one of the Nixon Inaugural balls in 1969, in the back of my mind, I felt some sympathy for Tricia Cox and Julie Nixon Eisenhower sitting there “on display” while the rest of us wandered around the ballroom at will.  I don’t remember if Eva and I noticed a photographer snapping the picture of us twins back then.  

My expression looks lively but somewhat self-conscious in the photo that was published in The Inaugural Story, so I think I must have. (I’m on the right, Eva at left.) Well, I was only 17, shortly to turn 18. Not used to that kind of thing!

As a historian, I rather like the idea of candid photos.  Yet I’m sympathetic to the fact that people in the public eye can’t easily escape the glare.  They’re subjected to photographers snapping away whether they want that or not.   Rarely do they get the type of “time-outs” the rest of us take for granted.

Look at the photos I snapped of Princess Anne during the 1970s, Prince Charles and Princess Diana in the 1980s, Oliver North during the 1980s, and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall in 2005.  Or the blurry “grab shots” I took at the Kennedy Center during the 1970s of Mikhail Baryshnikov and Rudolf Nureyev.  They’re not posing.  But as public figures, they know there are cameras trained on them by professionals and by amateur photographers among the bystanders.  

   

 

Yet I’ve also had photos taken of me that don’t produce flattering images.  Look at the one below of me with colleagues at NARA’s Nixon Presidential Materials Project.  I’m swallowing some food or a drink.  At least I noticed the photographer and looked over with a friendly expression.   So it could be worse!  I’ve seen others of myself that just made me roll my eyes at how silly I appear, just as I’m putting a fork in my mouth at the dinner table, for example.   I try to laugh at myself (that part is easy).

We’ve all been stuck with having our pictures taken when we didn’t want it.   For us ordinary people, it may only cause a laugh or a grimace, depending on our mood, when we see the photo.  If you’re in the public eye, and you’re not dealing with photographs taken by people you can direct, you’re stuck with the photos taken by paparazzi being shared with the world at large.  

At the same time, a guarded person’s studio portrait may not show much of the qualities Bey was trying to capture.   The note of grace.  The glimpse of someone as an individual.   The article about Bey shows just how fine the line is.  And how hard the right spot is to find, if you’re seeking not to intrude or impose yet you want to capture a person’s essence.   For prominent people, what are the best photographs for historians to study?  Is it even possible to get the balance right?  Doesn’t it vary as much as human beings differ?  Not everyone is the same, nor should they be.

The question of awareness does make work with records interesting, especially for me as a historian and former archivist!   What is the provenance of a letter, a memo, an email, an image?  Was it created with an eye to sharing with the public?  How candid was the person in discussing difficult issues?  Did self-consciousness or self-awareness affect the creation of the record? 

Were there constraints that skewed his or her ability to address an issue?   Is it possible to know what they were so we can assess the enviro?  Did he or she write or pose “for the record” primarily?   Or does an item capture spontaneous thoughts or facial expressions?

Does it seem strange that I’m thinking about such issues?  No.  Despite the fact that I spent 14 years screening Richard Nixon’s often unguarded recorded comments in federal disclosure review at NARA.  

Just because you respect the law,  honor the public trust, and cherish the National Archives,  that  doesn’t mean you lose sight of the human angle as it affects records issues.  Even if you know it is not relevant to what you are being asked to do by law, you still can be aware of it.   In fact, having gone through the experiences I did in getting Nixon’s records open only heightened my sensibilities on the many different human angles as they affect records creation, preservation, and disclosure!   Maybe that even made me more empathetic in some areas.  Who knows!

Lunch at NARA, Dinner with Rebecca Goldman

Rebooting the brain and soul.  I spent the day doing that yesterday.  At a book lecture at lunchtime.  And at a delightful dinner in the evening with someone I admire.  I finally got to meet Rebecca Goldman, whose Derangement and Description blog was an inspiration for my deciding to blog here myself! 

I launched my blog in December 2010 to provide support for Tim Naftali as he sought to put up an exhibit about Watergate at the National Archives’ Nixon Presidential Library he then headed.  (In one of the strongest posts I’ve seen by a blogger, my blogging buddy John H. Taylor supported Tim and explained why I started blogging.) 

It was wonderful for me to thank Rebecca for the example she has provided me.   My goofy big smile showed how much I enjoyed our conversation over dinner.

My morning post showed how I already started the day with a smile.  And then it got better.  On a picture perfect day on Wednesday (sunny but comfortably so, high of 87, low humidity), I walked over to the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA) during my lunch break. 

I listened in the McGowan Theater to James H. Johnston discuss his book, From Slave Ship to Harvard: Yarrow Mamout and the History of an African American Family.  Doug Swanson, Visitors Services Manager for the National Archives Experience, gave welcoming remarks.  Dr. Johnston told us a fascinating story about the Yarrow and Turner families, some descendants of whom were present in the audience.  An educated Muslim, Yarrow Mamout was captured in Guinea and brought to the United States in the Eighteenth Century.  He did not gain his freedom from slavery in the U.S. until he was in his 60s, after 44 years in captivity.

The talk was available live at NARA’s US Stream feed.  But I needed to walk over to the National Archives myself.  For me, this was more than just a lunch break.   It is a means of coping with official Washington and Fedland.

It’s not just the joy I’ve felt at attending receptions at NARA over the last year or listening to interesting speakers at noon and evening lectures and presentations.   It’s also in the new friends I keep making, as the friendly words and handshakes I exchanged with several of the guards on duty whom I recognized reminded me yesterday.  I even made a new friend in Fedland by starting to chat with the stranger next to whom I sat in the Theater yesterday.  Might even have persuaded the person, an official who works in Washington, to join the Foundation for the National Archives!

And as I often do, I left NARA just glowing with happiness.  Yesterday morning, I decided that I simply can embrace how I find joy and not worry, as I sometimes do, about whether it differs from what others do. Because it does and will continue to differ from what I see in large communities.  My experiences are different.  And the way I reconnected last year with NARA after the Big Dude, aka AOTUS David S. Ferriero, reached out to me, is unique, too.   I need to simply accept that and not worry.

If I try to alter that to conform to others’ conceptions and cheerleading or implied preferences, then it is not my joy any longer.  I’ve ceded control to others then and I don’t need to do that.  I’m hemmed in and blocked and controlled enough in Washington as it is.   Concepts in an article to which Alexander Howard (@digiphile) linked in a re-tweet I saw yesterday morning about stepping away helped me see that I need to embrace my own ways of  coping.

So I’ve come to accept that it is actions such as going to NARA, my former employer, that are a “reboot for my brain and soul” in Washington.   Yes, Fedland can be that sort of place.   

We all need breaks and ways to take a timeout and rebalance.  But as Steve Jobs said in a quote posted at his blog last October by David Ferriero, what we do is up to us.   Conflicting messages infuse the online world that I’ve embraced as I search for a counter to what my predecessor in my job as a federal historian once referred to as “intellectual loneliness.”  Some of what I see on the Web confuses me at times.  The messages and metamessages and words and actions don’t always match up.  And it can be hard to pick up on what is authentic and solution oriented and what is jumping on the bandwagon and going through the motions.

Re-reading David’s post yesterday and a post by Rebecca Goldman at Derangement and Description this morning helped me cope with that confusion.  David Ferriero quoted a commencement speech he heard Jobs give in which he said:

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice, heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become.”

In “It gets better (in the Archives),” Rebecca wrote in October 2010, just over a month before I launched Nixonara, that:

“This is what I have learned in the archives, that no individual can be understood outside of context, that no single item defines a person, that sometimes, you need someone to turn your jumble of experiences into a story that makes sense with series and subseries, that we can never fully understand how important our lives are while we are busy living them.”

What Rebecca wrote there and in Post SAA Howl inspired me, as did what Maureen Callahan has done with her fellow bloggers at You Ought to Be Ashamed.   (A recent post at YOTBA about sexual harassment in archival institutions  warrants a standalone response by me at my blog.  I’ve been thinking through that and related issues since I read it in June and will pull my thoughts together here soon.) 

I discussed my debt to younger archivists and librarians such as Maureen and Rebecca in a December 15, 2010 post I put up here in my second week of blogging, “Why I’m blogging (here’s how I roll).”  In it I explained how I viewed the risks they took and why I dislike bullying and intimidation and thoughtless actions and admired the way they stood up to it and spoke out.

Yesterday, I was able to thank Rebecca in person for being such a good role model for me, by displaying smart activism on issues one believes in, thoughtful advocacy, and inspiring work in helping others.   She was in the Washington area for a class.  We met for dinner after work at the Busboys and Poets restaurant in downtown DC. 

I had so much fun chatting with Rebecca.  Added bonus?  The orange sneakers and “proton pack” that I thought she just was kidding about?  They’re real. 

I loved it!  What a sense of visual whimsy to go along with the wonderful writing and images at Derangement and Description!

An uncommonly beautiful day in Washington.  “No one individual can be understood outside of context.” 

Yes.  The story?  It now is starting to make sense.

A morning smile thx 2 @Digiphile

Smiles and wisdom

I smiled this morning when I turned to Twitter.  Alexander Howard (@digiphile) had tweeted a link to an article in the New York Times, and added his own comments.   I learned about him when I saw him speak at the Social Media Fair at the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA) last November.  Smart, insightful person.

The New York Times, July 23, 2012, “Silicon Valley Steps Away from the Device.”

“At Cisco, Padmasree Warrior, the chief technology and strategy officer and its former head of engineering, a position where she oversaw 22,000 employees, said she regularly told people to take a break and a deep breath, and did so herself. She meditates every night and takes Saturday to paint and write poetry, turning off her phone or leaving it in the other room.

‘It’s almost like a reboot for your brain and your soul,’ she said. She added of her Saturday morning digital detox: ‘It makes me so much calmer when I’m responding to e-mails later.’”

Props to Warrior for the good advice and even more for admitting that she isn’t always calm.  Because no one is, always.

I like the concepts of balance and mindfulness.  The idea of a conference called Wisdom 2.0 is attractive to me, too.  “A society of greater purpose and meaning.”  “Mindfulness, wisdom, and compassion.”  (Ah, Washington, if only we could even talk about such concepts here, what we might accomplish.)

The Social World is full of confusing and often conflicting messages, metamessages. And what feel at times to me to be unwritten rules we are supposed to follow in order to fit in or have our voices heard or our feelings recognized and validated.   What is supposed to be a broad spectrum sometimes feels narrower than it purports to be.

The article to which Howard’s RT linked is an antidote to that for me.

So I thanked him. In public. On Twitter. Why not?

Jim Cassedy of the National Archives made me smile this morning, too.  He linked to the site for the Capital Fringe Festival production of Pericles.  A friend and colleague to my late sister, Eva, a former NARA Declass employee named Wayne DeCesar, stars in the show.  He’s pictured at the link and below in two photos my sister Eva, then a supervisor in Declass, took at NARA in 1994.  Wayne is fourth from the left in the first photo, and at the far left in the second.  That’s Jay Bosanko in the green sweater.  He shows up in the first picture but had turned away at the moment Eva snapped the second photo. 

I like the glimpses at real people as the Declass staff look out of the office area on the sixth floor of Archives 2 into the corridor. Behind glass, contained, yeah, but not caged.  And I’m glad that Jim’s link shows how Wayne is enjoying himself now, doing what he loves–acting!

Finally, the gracious way a NARA friend handled a Social Media issue I raised with her this week made me smile, as well.   Leading by example.  I learn the most about people and organizational culture and values by observation, not from official Washington’s pronouncements. 

I like it when I see good things.

Ah, New York, oh-oh, New York

Ah, New York! 

Beautiful.

The New York Times, July 24, 2012.  “In Sanitation Garage, A Gallery of Scavenged Art.”

“The second floor of this garage, long deemed too weak to support vehicles, has become a gallery of sorts, home to hundreds and hundreds of paintings, photographs, posters and objects, neatly framed and mounted on the walls. They are varied in every way — from style to age to material — except for one: almost every last piece of the collection was rescued from household trash by New York City’s sanitation workers as they went along their daily routes.”

And yes, there is appraisal going on, the application of judgment to what is suitable for preservation and sharing.

“’It doesn’t matter what it is. As long as it’s cool, I can hang it up and I’ve got a place for it,’ Mr. Molina said, as he casually straightened a frame. ‘That’s why I tell the guys, just bring it in and I’ll decide if I can hang it.’”

The sensibilities?

“Mr. Molina is partial to a shelf in the locker room cluttered with small porcelain teapots, and to a scrawl of ‘Become Your Dream,’ penned, he said, by the artist De La Vega.”

New York Times Magazine, July 22, 2012.  “Pinterest, Tumblr and the Trouble With ‘Curation.'”

Pinterest and Tumblr as “longing machines?” 

“And when we collect things and when we share those collections with people, that’s how we show who we are in the world.”

Oh, New York.  Oh-oh, New York.

The New York Times, July 24, 2012.  “Cuomo’s Archives as Attorney General, Self Edited.”

“Gov. Andrew M. Cuomo’s administration, already drawing attention for its focus on secrecy, has now begun editing his record as New York attorney general, sending aides to the state archives to remove key documents from public view.”

My comments:  

Bad optics to having representatives of creators of government records pre-emptively weeding materials or withdrawing portions from custody based on their interpretations of releasability or disclosability.  If records were created during the course of official duties, they belong in government repositories when no longer active.   They should be screened by government archivists, in accordance with established requirements (if any) for consultation on legal issues with designated, reliable officials, to determine what can be disclosed.  

Decisions as to privilege do not result in return to the creator but merely to withholding from public disclosure.   Conflation of physical possession and legal withholding not a good idea, whether inadvertent or deliberate.

Moreover, the motives of requesters are irrelevant.   Impugning them not good from a public relations viewpoint.  Tactical mistake, as well.  Applies regardless of the position of the official and the party with which he or she is associated.

Posted on personal time via Smartphone

Hiding

An editorial this morning in the Washington Post points to a recent executive order by Mayor Vincent Gray of the District of Columbia.   Gray, who offered  brief remarks at an event this past spring at the National Archives and Records Administration that I attended, directed District government employees to use their dot gov email accounts to conduct public business. 

The Post links the issuance of the mayoral order to revelations by the Deputy to the District Chief Financial Officer, Natwar Gandhi, in a deposition.  Prior to taking a position with the District government, Nat Gandhi was an official at a federal agency in the legislative branch whose records nevertheless are subject to the Federal Records Act.   

“In a deposition for a lawsuit brought by fired lottery contract officer Eric W. Payne, a deputy to Chief Financial Officer Natwar M. Gandhi said that if an issue needed to be discussed without becoming subject to Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requirements, “we would have perhaps had a conversation on personal e-mail.” D.C. Attorney General Irvin B. Nathan rightly said at the time that content, not the delivery system’s format, determines what is subject to FOIA.”

The mayoral order directs employees to use government email for public business and to send copies or blind copies to their dot gov accounts in the rare instances where circumstances lead them to only have access to personal email accounts.  This is a solution I pointed to during the George W. Bush administration when Karl Rove’s use of a personal email account was the subject of brief discussion at two records related listservs to which I then subscribed.   As is often the case in such forums, there was little examination of whether the requirements were working and if not, why they were being avoided.

The Post notes that the Mayor cannot issue directives to the D.C. Council, a legislative body.  It urges the Council to pass legislation with similar requirements for use of email by its members and staff.   The editorial illustrates a common misconception about such matters, that issuance of policy is the answer to such problems.

“Council Chairman Phil Mendelson (D) told us he’s in general agreement that private e-mail accounts should not be used, but that it’s something the council needs to study. We don’t think it should take long to realize that there’s a problem with a policy that allows council members to evade scrutiny in conducting public business.”

Although pointing to a need to study an issue can sound like bureaucratic avoidance or foot dragging, I don’t believe the option should be rejected out of hand.  In my view, policy issuances can end up hollow and ineffective if the people issuing them don’t examine — in a smart way at very deep levels — the underlying reasons for behaviors they are seeking to correct. 

Understanding why officials hide is the key to changing their behavior, not simply saying “in an ideal world, this is what you are supposed to do.”   Officials need to accept the underlying reason for compliance.  The best way to do that is to figure out what they fear and then provide positive incentives, and not just admonitions and sanctions, to try to get them to change what they are doing.  Simple scolding rarely works, in government as in other human relationships.