Differences is a recognition elementand only one aspect of DIVERSITY.CLICK SLIDE---?Without effective management and leadership, diversity is simply differences
What is Diversity? We define diversity as ‘all aspects in which people differ'. A person is the sum of all his/her parts! Dimensions of Diversity Often, the different aspects of diversity are divided into primary and secondary dimensions. The primary dimensions are basic and can not be changed by the person. Secondary dimensions can be influenced more easily.
Does anyone know who the image is of…on the left?CLICK SLIDE----Born in 1828 (Brewer, Maine)—1914 Attended Bowdoin College—after teaching himself Ancient Greek to pass the entrance exam.While attending the college he met the wife of one of the instructors there. She would often read from a manuscriptshe was writing which later became her published novel (Uncle Tom’s Cabin).CLICK SLIDE----
Though Chamberlain never witnessed slavery first-hand, Stowe’s manuscript made a profound impression on him.He became convinced that slavery was an offense against God!
After graduating college he attended the Bangor Theological Seminary near his home town of Brewer. He finished in 1855. (#CLICK first ANNIMATION)Following that, he married and he and his wife (Fannie) had 5 children. He returned to Bowdoin College and became an instructor there in Rhetoric, Religion, and Languages. He also completed instruction and became fluent in German, French, Latin, and Greek1861 Chamberlain wanted to join the Union Army feeling determined and compelled that white men should fight and die (if necessary) for the freedom of black slaves. When he asked for a release from Bowdoin to enlist in the Union Army, his request was denied. They offered a year’s paid leave to travel and study languages and theology in Europe. He promptly accepted their offer… (#CLICK SECOND ANNIMATION) Then joined the Union Army!
This was the second day of the battle of Gettysburg. Chamberlain is now a full Colonel leading the 20th Maine on top of a small hill just south of Gettysburg : Little Round top. (# CLICK FIRST ANNIMATION) The men in his command amounted to approximately 180 fighting men and 125 prisoners (deserters from Maine who were tired of fighting and were conscripted to fight longer than their enlistment. He convinced over 100 of them to fight with him and he would ensure they would not be charged with desertion. His men stationed on the left flank of the Union lines. He was well aware of the significance of holding not only the high ground, but the left flank as well. If that line was broken, the Union forces would most likely have to surrender. Historians believe that if Little Round Top fell tens of thousands of Union Troops would be taken prisoner. Essentially the Army of the Potomac and the crux of the Union Army in the East.
That body of Union troops was the only thing between General Lee and the District of Columbia. Five times on that day in July the 15th Alabama Regiment stormed up Little Round Top. Each man was issued only 60 rounds of ammunition at the beginning of the fight that morning.CLICK SLIDE---After the fifth defense, Chamberlain learned that most of his men had run out of ammunition. “Every round was gone…” Chamberlain was told. What should he do? Withdraw?Cede the high ground (and probably the battle—and perhaps the war)? Continue to fight…but with what?
A Single word was all he uttered according to eyewitnesses. “Bayonets!” shouted Chamberlain. Fixing bayonets to the rifles mean only one thing…Charge!It is a fearsome thing to order 200+ men with only bayonets to charge more than 500 men with rifles. But his men knew him and they obeyed.They charged forward like madmen! Screaming and running down Little Round Top. With every man eager to NOT be left behind the whole line flung itself down the slope through the fire and smoke.
The 15th Alabamaconcluded they were facing a superior number retreated. One Confederate later admitted, “We ran like a herd of cattle.”And then night fell. Though 30 years later in 1893.(#CLICK FIRST ANNIMATION)For his tenaciousness and bravery in the face of superior numbers he was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor.
Obviously, there is more to the story of Gettysburg and Chamberlain’s audacity and courage in that moment, but lets move to 2 years later. General Grant hand selected Chamberlain to accept the formal surrender of the Confederate colors on the morning of April 12, 1865 at Appomattox. He would accept them from Confederate General John B. Gordon.Defeated, disheartened, sick, and many of his men wounded, AND all of them wondering what awaited them at the hands of the victorious Union forces—Chamberlain, on his own initiative, gave the command to his men:“Attention! Carry-arms!” similar to today with Present Arms. Gordon ordered his men to dip their colors in response, he dismounted his horse and surrendered the colors to Chamberlain. There was no sound of trumpet or drum, not a cheer, nor a word or motion…but an stillness as if it were the passing of the dead.
Magnanimous---Generous in forgiving. What does victory mean? Chamberlain was no superhero. He was a man, a student, a teacher, a theologian, a husband, a parent, a soldier…Attributes that we have here today.His deeds…BY HIS OWN WORDS…were modest in comparison to those of George Washington or Robert E. Lee or Abraham Lincoln or Theodore Roosevelt. The demands on those men were so exceptional, the burdens so acute, that, for me, it strains the imagination to think, “How would I have acted in that situation?”Great deeds are done by ordinary men and women like you and me and Joshua Chamberlain. They can be extraordinary or they can be simple. They can be planned out or spontaneous.BUT they are within all of us…
In the competitive world of the 1990's, one wonders whether the old adage still holds true:"It's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game." The following true story illustrates the power of human concern - even in the face of intense competition. In Brooklyn, New York, Chush is a school that caters to learning-disabled children. Some children remain in Chush for their entire school careers, while others can be mainstreamed into conventional Jewish schools. There are a few children who attend Chush for most of the week and go to a regular school on Sundays. At a Chush fund-raising dinner, the father of a Chush child delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he cried out, "Where is the perfection in my son Shaya? Everything that God does is done with perfection. But my child cannot understand things as other children do. My child cannot remember facts and figures as other children do. Where is God's perfection?"The audience was shocked by the question, pained by the father's anguish, and stilled by his piercing query. "I believe," the father answered, "that when God brings a child like this into the world, the perfection that he seeks is in the way people react to this child." He then told the following story about his son Shaya:
Shaya attends Chush throughout the week and a boy's yeshiva (Torah institute) on Sundays. One Sunday afternoon, Shaya and his father came to the yeshiva as his classmates were playing baseball. The game was in progress and as Shaya and his father made their way towards the ball field, Shaya said, "Do you think you could get me into the game?" Shaya's father knew his son was not at all athletic, and that most boys would not want him on their team. But Shaya's father understood that if his son was chosen in, it would give him a comfortable sense of belonging. Shaya's father approached one of the boys in the field and asked, "Do you think my son could get into the game?" The boy looked around for guidance from his teammates. Getting none, he took matters into his own hands and said, "We are losing by six runs and the game is already in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him up to bat in the ninth inning." The father was ecstatic as Shaya smiled broadly. Shaya was told to put on a glove and go out to play short center field. In the bottom of the eighth inning, the team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shaya's team scored again - and now with two outs and the bases loaded and the potential winning runs on base, Shaya was scheduled to be up. Would the team actually let him bat at this juncture and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, he was told to take a bat and try to get a hit. Everyone knew that it was all but impossible, for Shaya didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, let alone hit with it. However as he stepped up to the plate, the pitcher moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shaya should at least be able to make contact. The first pitch came in and Shaya swung clumsily and missed. One of his teammates came up to him and together they held the bat and faced the pitcher waiting for the next pitch. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shaya. As the next pitch came in, Shaya and his teammate swung the bat and together they hit a slow ground ball to the pitcher. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could easily have thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shaya would have been out and that would have ended the game. Instead, the pitcher took the ball and threw it on a high arc to right field, far and wide beyond the first baseman's reach. Everyone started yelling, "Shaya, run to first! Shaya, run to first!" For you see…never in his life had Shaya run to first. He scampered down the baseline wide eyed and startled. By the time he reached first base, the right fielder had the ball. He could have thrown the ball to the second baseman who would tag out Shaya, who was still running. But the right fielder understood what the pitcher's intentions were, so he threw the ball high and far over the third baseman's head, as everyone yelled, "Shaya, run to second! Shaya, run to second." Shaya ran towards second base as the runners ahead of him deliriously circled the bases towards home. As Shaya reached second base, the opposing shortstop ran towards him, turned him towards the direction of third base and shouted, "Shaya, run to third!" As Shaya rounded third, the boys from both teams ran behind him screaming, "Shaya, run home! Shaya, run home!" Shaya ran home, stepped on home plate and all 18 boys lifted him on their shoulders and made him the hero, as he had just hit the "grand slam" and won the game for his team.
"That day," said the father who now had tears rolling down his face, "those 18 boys reached their level of perfection. They showed that it is not only those who are talented that should be recognized, but also those who have less talent. They too are human beings, they too have feelings and emotions, they too are people, they too want to feel important.
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As we grow up, we develop a measuring stick with which we use to measure other people by. It is based on many of those things mentioned earlier…and on the left up here.We use that “ruler” to measure others…the standards we have identified, but often we forget to hold that same measuring stick to ourselves. If speeders frustrate you because you feel that creates unsafe driving…but then you speed somewhere because you are late yourself. DO YOU JUSTIFY TO YOURSELF THAT “WELL IT IS OKAY BECAUSE IT IS THIS ONE TIME, AND I DON’T DO IT VERY MUCH”?
Six humans trapped by happenstance in dark and bitter coldEach one possessed a stick of wood, Or so the story's told.Their dying fire in need of logs, the first man held his back.For on the faces around the fire, he noticed one was black.
The poor man sat in tattered clothes, he gave his coat a hitch,Why should his log be put to use to warm the idle rich?The rich man just sat back and thought of the wealth he had in store.And how to keep what he had earned from the lazy shiftless poor.
The next man sitting cross the way saw one not of his church,and could not bring himself to give the fire his stick of birch.The black man's face bespoke revenge as the fire passed from sight,For all he saw in his stick of wood was a chance to spite the white.
The last man of this forlorn group did naught except for gainGiving only to those who gave was how he played the game.The logs held tight in death's still hands was proof of human sin.They didn't die from the cold without, they died from ---THE COLD WITHIN.
Human relations and diversity (josh chamberlain)
Human Relations <br />and <br />Diversity Training<br />
Agenda<br /><ul><li>What does diversity look like?
Differences<br />Diversity<br />vs.<br />?<br />Recognizing, accepting and appreciating human differences <br />
Definition of Diversity<br />“To capitalize on the unique <br />mission- essential talents, strengths, and<br />perspectives to gain<br /> a competitive advantage.”<br />
PRIMARY—the characteristics that you cannot change<br />SECONDARY—these characteristics can be influenced and can changed during a person’s life (possibly several times).<br />Patreese D. Ingram, Ed.D <br />Penn State University<br />
What difference can one person, or one deed, make?<br />
Harriet Beecher Stowe<br />Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain<br />
Six humans trapped by happenstanceIn dark and bitter coldEach one possessed a stick of wood,Or so the story's told.<br />Their dying fire in need of logs,The first man held his back.For on the faces around the fire,he noticed one was black.<br />
The poor man sat in tattered clothes,he gave his coat a hitch.Why should his log be put to use,to warm the idle rich?<br />The rich man just sat back and thoughtof the wealth he had in store.And how to keep what he had earnedfrom the lazy, shiftless poor.<br />
The next man sitting cross the way,saw one not of his church.And couldn't bring himself to givethe fire his stick of birch.<br />The black man's face bespoke revengeas the fire passed from sight.For all he saw in his stick of woodwas a chance to spite the white.<br />
The last man of this forlorn groupdid naught except for gain.Giving only to those who gavewas how he played the game.<br />The logs held tight in death's still handswas proof of human sin.They didn't die from the cold without,they died from ---THE COLD WITHIN.<br />
It is what you learn after you know it all that counts.<br />~ John Wooden<br />
"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, <br />but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."<br /> ~Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.<br />