Why Intelligence Fails
Yesterday, Atlanta had a much needed downpour. It was a wonderful day for watching TV and/or reading. I became enthralled with a Discovery Channel (on extended channels rather than the main Discovery channel) line-up: Why intelligence fails? Yes, they talked about 911 but also the attack on Pearl Harbor and the Egyptian 1973 Yom Kippur invasion of Israel. In each instance, there was significant intelligence indicating that these events would happen. But the powers in charge chose to ignore the intelligence. Why? Because their world view was already set in concrete. They thought they knew what was going to happen and were loathe to change their opinion(s). I’m writing about this not because of the inherent politics of each of these situations but because of that last part…..the inability of smart people to change the way they see things.
It seems that in each case, there was a steady stream of incremental changes in available knowledge. This “new” knowledge challenged dominant perceptions of reality, beliefs, and prejudices. But as the changes WERE incremental, it was kind of like the frog in the pot story—the frog is placed in a pot of water which is warmed so slowly that the frog ignores it and simply dies. It takes a catastrophic event (i.e. putting the frog into a pot of water that is already boiling), to change fixed perceptions of reality.
At least to me, this goes to the heart of almost every issue from the social security crisis, to the energy crisis, to global warming, to nuclear threats (alive and well), to the sewer failure in Atlanta, to my clients who insists that everything is going to “be alright,” evidence to the contrary. We can talk about all of this until the cows come home. But until someone smarter than me figures out a way to impact human perception short of a catastrophe, we will continue to experience catastrophes….many of our own making.
Remember, we are talking about SMART people, smart people who are over-confident in their own world view. I can’t help but think that, in a world where adept advertisers constantly impact individual perception, there already aren’t some answers out there. Maybe not the needed money but surely some answers. Are we doomed to be reactive rather than proactive? Can a more effective use of psychology create a better tomorrow? Any thoughts?
Of all of those impacted by the tragedies I started with, the Israelis were the only ones to develop a long-term effort (if not solution) to combat the intelligence failure. They created a “Devils Advocate” department that is still in existence today. It reviews the currently accepted dogma and comes up with a variety of scenarios to challenge it. In a sense, that is what I do for many of my clients. I just wish that those of us in our profession, in our cities, in our country, and in our world would incorporate similar strategies.


1 Comments:
Bobbie Dow,
I just took a deep breath and decided to see if you would like to
open up communication with me. For
a short while, I lived with you and your family. Your incredible mother, Beth, took me in. I was incredibly damaged and I thought, beyond help. She eventually sent me
away and I have never blamed her.
Thanks to her, my world view changed radically from that of southern ignorance to a slowly, albeit surely, awareness of the ugliness of racism and anti-semitism. At her urging I read Exodus.
It has taken me years to heal from
my not wonderful childhood, but, somehow, much of what she taught me has stayed with me. I have come
through some difficult days and am
now in a most beautiful place with a husband who, even though he is
ill at the moment, has proven to be
the love and salvation of my life.
Maiden name: Mary Nell Weaver
Married name: Mary Cisneros
38447 Waverly Rd.
Palm Desert, Ca.
cisnerosmary77@yahoo.com
Age: almost 72
It is not my nature to be pushy, but,I have been reading your thoughts and know that I can tell you with absolute certainty, that your mother would be thrilled with you and the person you have become and are still evolving into. I know this in my bones.
I remember your Dad, Rosetta, her son, and Uncle Dick. Boy, did I embarrass myself as a know-it-all
teen-ager with him! I also remember Neal with fondness. They
all tried to help me but, the hurt went too deep. Eight years of therapy during my 40's helped a lot.
You, as a five year old, were a joy and I loved you dearly. Still do.
Love,
Mary Cisneros
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