Overt vs. Covert Bullying

 
Overt vs. Covert Bullying

Bullying is not limited to a political party, gender, race, religion, or class of people.
 
Trump has an overt bullying style. It got him what he wanted in business, but failed in politics. I've witnessed and experienced organizational executives and officials, on both sides of the aisle, demonstrate these tactics for over 30 years, and it was almost never challenged or protested. Bystanders facilitated its continuance.
 
In many organizations I've also seen people, on both sides of the aisle, use covert bullying tactics to get what they want. They claim to being doing good while carrying out vile and evil behaviors for selfish gains.
 
We are only as strong as our weakest members of society. Until we acknowledge we are of one body, and commit to helping strengthen the most vulnerable, selfish officials will continue to divide for their own gain.
 
Multiple sum outcomes, where everyone is elevated and improves around a common cause, is what my football playing and coaching experiences taught. Zero sum outcomes, where one person or group gets ahead at the expense of another, is what I saw practiced at institutions claiming to be expansive in their values and beliefs.
 
It's time to focus on what we have in common, and to agree on who needs help, and to ignore the hate.

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