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CHAPTER 5
Team Identity, Emotion, and Development
OVERVIEW
The key points of this chapter are best illustrated through the use of actual exercises that
can be conducted in or outside of class. The instructor can ask students to give
examples of what is meant by team identity. Students can be asked to describe why they
feel “attached” to certain groups and teams, but not others. It is also useful to walk
through the model of team development and socialization, and ideally ask one of the
students for an example that can be shared with the class.
LECTURE OUTLINE
I. ARE WE A TEAM?
Group Entitativity
Group Identity
1. Identity Fusion
2. Multiple identities
3. Common identity and common bonds
4. Relational and collective identity (Exhibit 5-1)
Self-verification and Group verification
Different motivators
Group-serving attributions
Group-serving judgments
Retroactive pessimism
VI. STATUS
Status systems
Real status versus pseudo status characteristics
Perceptions of status
Status competition
a) Evaluation
b) Commitment
c) Role transition (Exhibit 5-6)
2. Best practices for a favorable match between an individual and a team
a) Upper management and leaders need to clearly inform the
team why the new member is joining the team
b) Exiting team members should explain what they regard to be
the strengths and weaknesses of the team
c) New members should understand the team’s goals and
processes
Old-timers reactions to newcomers—temporary and permanent newcomers have
different effects on old-timers:
1. Old-timers are less accepting of temporary newcomers than permanent
newcomers
2. Temporary newcomers share more unique knowledge in groups, and enhance
the group’s decision quality
3. When newcomers criticize their workplace, profession, or community, they
arouse more resistance in old-timers
4. Newcomers reduce old-timer resistance when they distance themselves from
their previous group
Newcomer innovation—turnover may have a positive effect. Three factors
determine the extent to which newcomers can introduce change:
1. Their commitment to the team
2. Their belief that they can develop good ideas for solving team
problems
3. Their belief that they will be rewarded
KEY TERMS
common-bond groups The people in the group who are just as attached to
particular members of the group as to the group itself
common-identity groups The people in the group who are more attached to the
group itself than to any particular member of the group
consultants People who join a team to observe its work practices and
suggest improvements
embedded ties Network of trust ties that reduce the time needed to reach
and enforce agreements
emotional contagion The process whereby the moods and emotions of people
around us influence our own emotional state
group emotion The group’s affective state that arises from the
combination of its bottom-up components and its top-down
components
group identity The extent to which people feel their group membership is
an important part of who they are personally
group potency The collective belief of group members that the group can
be effective
TYGER, TYGER!
What would Victor Hugo have been if he had had no social
conscience? What would the romantic movement have amounted to if it
had confined itself to the field of art? These questions are answered for
us by Théophile Gautier.
We have seen him at the age of nineteen taking part in the battle of
“Hernani” in his scarlet satin waistcoat; we see him at the same age
leading the art students in mocking dances about a bust of Racine in a
public square of Paris. After that we see him for forty-two years
diligently following the art for art’s sake formula. He declares that he has
no religion, no politics; he has no concern with any moral or intellectual
question, he is purely and simply an artist, devoting himself with
passionate fervor to the production of works of pure beauty. His
fastidiousness is shown by the law he lays down, that a young artist
should write not less than fifty thousand verses for practice before he
writes one verse to be published.
And what is the content of this art? Gautier believes in one thing, the
human body. He believes in it, not as an instrument of the mind, a house
of the spirit, but as a thing in itself, to be fed and pampered and
perfumed, and clad in silks and satins, and taken out to engage in sexual
adventures. The pretensions of art for art’s sake turn out to be buncombe;
the reality of the matter is art for orgy’s sake.
At the age of twenty-four Gautier published a novel, “Mademoiselle
de Maupin,” which might be described as Shakespeare’s “As You Like
It” rewritten by the devil. A young lady of beauty and fashion goes
wandering in the costume of a man, and this affords endless possibilities
of sexual titillation; women fall in love with her, thinking she is a man,
and men fall in love with her by instinct, as it were; the orgies thus
postponed are especially thrilling when they finally occur.
Some men have written this kind of depravity at twenty-four, and
learned something better as they grew older; but Gautier learned
absolutely nothing. To the end of his long life he continued to produce
novels and tales of which the sole purpose is to glorify the orgy, to make
it romantic and thrilling by the elaborate squandering of wealth, the
heaping mountain high of the apparatus of luxury. The device fails, for
the simple reason that the senses are limited. When you are hungry a
dinner interests you, but ten thousand dinners appall; and the same thing
applies to coition. The men and women in these orgies remind us of
people in a besieged castle, living in deadly terror of an enemy who
never fails to get them in the end. The French have made a word for that
victorious enemy: ennui.
It should hardly need to be said that the art of Théophile Gautier is a
leisure-class art. These orgies are possible only in a slave civilization;
they presuppose the fact that the masses shall toil to heap up wealth for a
privileged few to destroy in a night of riot. At the very opening of
“Mademoiselle de Maupin” the author portrays his hero, living at ease
with a valet to serve him, and nothing to do but be discontented. “My
idle passions growl dully in my heart, and prey upon themselves for lack
of other food.” He is consumed with imaginings—all, needless to say,
having to do with pleasures which he does not mean to earn. “I wait for
the heavens to open, and an angel to descend with a revelation to me, for
a revolution to break out and a throne to be given me, for one of
Raphael’s virgins to leave the canvas and come to embrace me, for
relations, whom I do not possess, to die and leave me what will enable
me to sail my fancy on a river of gold,” etc.
His dream finally takes the form of a woman, and he spends many
pages in detailing her qualities. Needless to say, she belongs to the
rioting classes. “I consider beauty a diamond which should be mounted
and set in gold. I cannot imagine a beautiful woman without a carriage,
horses, serving-men, and all that belongs to an income of a hundred
thousand a year; there is harmony between beauty and wealth.” Of
course this dream-woman must be entirely subject to the sensual desires
of man. “I consider woman, after the manner of the ancients, as a
beautiful slave designed for our pleasure.”
Victor Hugo was exiled by Louis Napoleon; while Gautier, having
“no political opinions,” remained in Paris and accepted financial favors
from the tyrant. What he considered his master work was published at
the age of forty-five, a volume of verse whose title explains its character,
“Enamels and Cameos.” The art of poetry has become identical with that
of the goldsmith; words are tiny jewels, fitted together with precise and
meticulous care. Words have beauty, quite apart from their meaning, and
the proper study for mankind is the dictionary. Poetry should have
neither feeling nor ideas; while as for the subject, the more unlikely and
unsuitable it is, the greater the triumph of the poet. This is not an effort
to caricature Gautier’s doctrine, it is his own statement, the theme of one
of his poems. But on no account are you to take this poem for
propaganda!
You see how the proposition demonstrates its own absurdity.
Théophile Gautier was during his entire lifetime a fanatical preacher, a
propagandist of sensuality and materialism, a glorified barber and tailor,
a publicity man for the Association of Merchants of Tapestries, Furniture
and Jewelry. When he writes a poem on the subject of a rose-colored
dress, he asks you to believe that he is really interested in the rose-
colored dress, but you may be sure that he is no such fool; he writes
about the rose-colored dress as an act of social defiance. He says: There
are imbeciles in the world who believe in religion, in moral sense, in
virtue, self-restraint and idealism, subjects which bore me to extinction;
in order to show my contempt for such imbeciles, I proceed to prove that
the greatest poem in the world can be written on a rose-colored dress or
on a roof, or on my watch, or on smoke, or on whatever unlikely subject
crosses my mind; I consecrate myself to this task, I become a moral anti-
moralist, a propagandist of no-propaganda.
What are the products of nature bearing most resemblance to enamels
and cameos? They are certain kinds of insects, beautiful, hard, shiny,
brilliantly colored, repulsive, cruel, and poisonous. Such is the art of
Théophile Gautier and his successors, who have made French literature a
curse for a hundred years. This literature possesses prestige because of
its perfection of form; therefore it is important to get clear in our minds
the fact that the ability to fit words together in intricate patterns is a thing
ranking very low in the scale of human faculties. The feats of the art-for-
art-sakers are precisely as important as those of the man on the stage
who balances three billiard-balls on the end of his nose. The piano-
gymnast who leaped to world fame by his ability to wiggle his fingers
more rapidly than any other living man has been definitely put out of
date by the mechanical piano-player; and some day mankind will adopt a
universal language, and forget all the enamels and cameos in the old
useless tongues.
Get it clear in your mind that external beauty is entirely compatible
with deadly cruelty of intellect and spirit. A tiger is a marvelous product,
from the esthetic point of view, and offers a superb theme to poets, as
William Blake has shown us. “Tyger, tyger, burning bright”—but who
wants this gold-striped glory in his garden? In exactly the same way,
there is a mass of what is called literature, possessing the graces of form
—music and glamor, elegance, passion, energy—and using all these
virtues, precisely as the tiger uses his teeth and claws, to rend and
destroy human life. Literary criticism which fails to take account of such
vicious qualities in art works is just exactly as sensible and trustworthy
as the merchant who would sell you a cobra de capello, with a gorgeous
black and white striped hood, for a boudoir ornament and pet.
CHAPTER LXIII
PRAYER IN ADULTERY
The problem of the relationship of art to morality is most interestingly
illustrated by the case of George Sand. This woman-writer was
promiscuous, and she was predatory, in the sense that she turned her
adventures into copy and sold them in the market. But she had a mind,
and she used it to investigate all the new ideas of her time. She was
moved, not merely by her own desire for pleasure, but by the sufferings
and strivings of her fellow human beings. She poured all these things
into her books, and made herself one of the civilizing forces of her time.
She was born in 1804 and raised in a convent. Married at the age of
eighteen, and being unhappy, she kicked over the traces and became a
Bohemian adventurer, wearing trousers, proclaiming the rights of
passion, taking to herself one conspicuous lover after another, and then
putting them into books for the support of herself and her two children.
She was the founder of what we might call emotional feminism. She was
religious in a sentimental way, though a vigorous anti-clerical; she
became converted to Socialism, worked ardently for social reform, and
published many long novels in its support.
George Sand had a romantic ancestry, of which she did not fail to
make literary use. On her father’s side she was descended from a royal
bastard. Her mother had been a camp follower in the army of Napoleon,
“a child of the old pavements of Paris.” Thus the novelist united in one
person the aristocratic and the proletarian impulses. A large percentage
of her collected ancestors were illegitimate, so she came honestly by her
free love ideas. On the other hand, she was a very respectable, hard-
working bourgeois woman, who preached interminably on virtue, and
paid all her debts, and got good prices for her manuscripts—things which
were regarded as extremely bad taste by the art-world of her time.
France had had innumerable aristocratic ladies who had loved
promiscuously, proceeding from a king to a duke, and from a duke to an
abbé or a monseigneur. There had been women who had risen from the
lower classes by becoming the mistresses of noblemen. But here was a
brand-new phenomenon, a woman who went out and faced the world “on
her own,” and instead of taking the money of the men she loved,
proceeded to earn the money by writing about the men! It was an
enormous scandal, and at the same time an enormous literary success, for
these were pot-boilers of genius, full of eloquence and fire. Also they
were full of ideas on a hundred subjects, elementary instruction such as
ladies on the women’s pages of our Sunday supplements give to
correspondents. But American readers find it a little hard to understand
the fusion of piety and sexuality which George Sand pours into her
romantic novels. “Oh, my dear Octave,” writes an adulterous wife to her
lover, “never shall we pass a night together without kneeling and praying
for Jacques!” It is just a little shocking to us to learn that this Jacques is
the husband whom the pair are deceiving!
George Sand lived like a healthy bourgeoise to the age of seventy-
two; in her later years she retired to the country, and the fires of free love
died, and she wrote novels about the peasants in her neighborhood. They
are very human and simple, and make standard reading for French
courses in American high schools. It is interesting to compare them with
the old-style handling of the peasants in French art. Gone are the fancy
pictures of beautiful young shepherds and shepherdesses in silks and
satins and high-heeled slippers. Now for the first time a French artist
finds it worth while to go out among the working people of the fields,
and observe the external details of their lives, and at least try to imagine
their feelings. We note the same thing happening also in pictorial art;
instead of the elegancies of Fragonard, we now have a peasant painter,
Millet, peasant born and peasant reared, making real pictures full of real
proletarian feeling. That much as least the revolution has accomplished!
CHAPTER LXV
SIEGFRIED-BAKUNIN
In my interpretation of artists so far I have had to rely, for better or for
worse, upon myself; no one else, so far as I know, has analyzed art works
from the point of view of revolutionary economics.
“Tolstoi?” suggests Mrs. Ogi.
“Tolstoi considered them from the point of view of Christian
primitivism, a quite different thing. But now at last I have help; the
economic interpretation of Richard Wagner has been done by Bernard
Shaw in a little book, ‘The Perfect Wagnerite,’ published more than
twenty-five years ago. So I feel like a small boy taking shelter from his
enemies behind the back of his big brother.”
“If you would talk like that more frequently,” says Mrs. Ogi, “you
wouldn’t have so many enemies!”
Richard Wagner was a towering genius, a master of half a dozen arts,
perhaps the greatest compeller of emotion that has ever lived. He
invented a new art-form, the “music-drama,” in which the arts of the
musician, the poet, the dramatist, the actor, the scene-painter, and the
costumer are brought together and fused into a new thing, “the music of
the future.” It is a terrific engine for the evocation and intensification of
human feelings; in creating it, and forcing its recognition by the world,
Wagner performed a Titan’s task.
He was born in 1813, which made him thirty-five years of age when
the revolution of 1848 drove King Louis Philippe from the throne of
France and sent an impulse of revolt all over Europe. Wagner at this time
was the conductor of the Royal Opera House at Dresden, having a life
position with a good salary and a pension. Previous to that time he had
had a ghastly struggle with poverty; a young and unknown genius, he
had almost starved to death in a garret in Paris. He had married an
actress, who had no understanding whatever of his power, but who had
starved with him, and now clung with frenzy to security. He himself had
the full consciousness of his destiny as an artist; he had already written
three great operas, and had sketched his later works. He had thus every
reason in the world to protect his future, and to shelter himself behind the
art for art’s sake formula.
Instead of which, he attended a meeting of a revolutionary society of
Dresden, and delivered an address appealing to the king of Saxony—the
royal personage whose servant and pensioner he was—to establish
universal suffrage, to abolish the aristocracy and the standing army, and
to constitute a republic with His Majesty as president. Needless to say,
His Majesty did not follow this recommendation from his operatic
conductor; and next year the people of Dresden rose, and built barricades
in the streets, and Wagner joined the revolutionists and actively took part
in organizing their forces. When the Prussian troops marched in and put
down the insurrection, three men were proscribed in a royal
proclamation as “politically dangerous persons,” and condemned to
death. One was Roeckel, assistant conductor of the opera house, who
was captured and spent the next twelve years in a dungeon; another was
Michael Bakunin, who became the founder of the Anarchist movement;
and the third was Richard Wagner, royal operatic conductor.
Germany’s greatest living genius spent his next twelve years as a
political exile in France and Switzerland. He utilized the time, in part to
pour out political pamphlets, and in part to embody his revolutionary
view of life in his greatest art work. Those who are interested in the
pamphlets may find extracts in “The Cry for Justice.” Here is a sample
from a manifesto entitled “Revolution,” published in the Dresden
“Volksblaetter”:
Arise, then, ye people of the earth, arise, ye sorrow-stricken and
oppressed. Ye, also, who vainly struggle to clothe the inner desolation of
your hearts with the transient glory of riches, arise! Come and follow in
my track with the joyful crowd, for I know not how to make distinction
between those who follow me. There are but two peoples from
henceforth on earth—the one which follows me, and the one which
resists me. The one I will lead to happiness, but the other I will crush in
my progress. For I am the Revolution, I am the new creating force. I am
the divinity which discerns all life, which embraces, revives, and
rewards.
The art work in which Wagner embodied these revolutionary ideas is
known as “The Ring of the Nibelung.” It consists of four long operas,
based upon the old German mythology. It begins with a charming fairy
story and ends with a grim tragedy; and from first to last it is a study of
the effects of economic power upon human life.
In the depths of the river dwell the Rhine-maidens, having a lump of
gold which they admire because it shines, but for which they have no
other use. An ugly little dwarf pursues them; and when he cannot get
their love, he decides to get along with their gold. He steals it, and makes
from it a magic ring, which represents the ability to build cities and
palaces, to command luxury and pleasure—to be, in short, our present
master class. Even the gods are seduced by this lure, and fall to
quarreling and intriguing for the magic power of gold. The god Wotan
wrests it from the dwarf Alberich; and the latter puts a curse upon it, to
the effect that it can only be worn by those who have renounced love—
which is just as you see it in our modern world, and just as Wagner saw it
when he was a court servant in Dresden, and was driven mad by the
insolence of hereditary privilege.
There are two giants, who represent our great captains of industry, and
have built Wotan a palace known as Walhalla. The giants have been
promised Wotan’s sister, the goddess of youthful beauty and goodness, as
their pay for this labor; but they elect to take the ring instead. This is
Wagner’s way of telling us his opinion of the great bankers and
gentlemen of wealth whom he vainly besought to assist him in the
production of his beautiful works of art.
There were no factories in old German mythology; but the scene
shows us a cavern down in the bowels of the earth, where Alberich, by
the power of his ring, compels all his fellow dwarfs to toil at making
treasures for him. We see him wielding the lash, and the music snarls and
whines, and it is precisely the atmosphere you find in every sweat-shop
and cotton mill and coal mine under our blessed competitive system.
And when we see one of the giants slay his brother, and carry off the
ring, and turn himself into a dragon, to sit upon it and guard it for the
balance of time, we know that Wagner has visited the millionaire clubs
of Dresden, and seen the fat old plutocrats in their big leather arm-chairs.
Wotan, the old god, sees too late the ruin he has brought into the
world; he decides that the only way of escape is to create a hero who
shall slay the dragon of privilege and break the spell of economic might.
This hero is the young Siegfried, the child of nature who knows no fear;
Bernard Shaw says that he is Wagner’s young Anarchist associate,
Bakunin. And note that in this Siegfried myth Wagner foreshadows the
downfall not only of capitalism, but also of religion. The last of the four
operas is called “The Twilight of the Gods,” and the two evil spells of
gold and of superstition are broken by the strong arm and the clear mind
of a human youth.
Wagner wrote the words of these four operas immediately after the
Dresden revolution; the poem was privately published four years after
his flight from the city. During the years of his exile he affords us a
sublime example of a great man contending with obstacles for the sake
of an ideal. He went ahead to compose his masterpiece in the face of
poverty and debt, ridicule and ignominy. His works were absolutely new,
they required an absolutely new method of presentation; so, even when
he could get a chance of production, he had to face the stupidity and
malice of singers and conductors and managers, who were sure in their
own conceit and resented instructions from an upstart.
We find him in 1860, almost at the end of his exile, receiving from
Louis Napoleon an opportunity to put on “Tannhäuser” in Paris. Now
this opera is a music sermon in reprehension of sensual love; it portrays
the ruin and ultimate repentance of a medieval knight who is lured into
the Venusburg, the lurking place of the old heathen goddess. And this
Sunday school lesson in music was to be presented in the great opera
house, whose boxes were rented by members of the Jockey Club, the
gilded youth of Paris who supported the opera in order to provide
publicity for their mistresses in the ballet!
The clash was embittered by the fact that the members of the Jockey
Club came late from their supper-parties, and wanted to see their
mistresses dance; therefore it was an iron-clad law of the opera that the
ballet came in the second act. But in Wagner’s Sunday school lesson the
knight is lured into the Venusburg in the first act, and the composer
stubbornly refused to change his story. Therefore the young gentlemen of
the Jockey Club yelled and hooted and blew penny-whistles all through
the performance, and kept that up night after night. They even took the
trouble to come on Sunday to make sure of breaking up Wagner’s show.
It would be pleasant to have to record that this hero of the social
revolution stood by his guns until the end of his life; but alas, he
weakened, and sold out completely to the enemy. Bernard Shaw excuses
him on the ground that the social revolution was not yet ready, and that
the revolutionists were impractical men. But I say that it was Wagner’s
task to help make the social revolution ready, and to train the
revolutionists by setting them an example of probity. Instead of that, he
decided that the establishing of his own reputation was more important
than the salvation of society. He accepted amnesty from the Saxon king,
and came back and made himself into a great captain of the music
industry, and a national and patriotic hero.
He became the intimate friend and pensioner of the king of Bavaria;
and for this king he wrote a highly confidential paper entitled “Of the
State and Religion,” wherein he explained that he had once been a
Socialist, but he now saw that the masses were gross and dull, incapable
of high achievement. The problem was to get them to serve ends which
they did not understand; they must be deceived, they must have illusions.
The first mass-illusion was patriotism; they must be taught to reverence
their king. The second mass-illusion was religion; they must believe they
were obeying the will of God. The difficulty of government lay in the
fact that the ruling class must see the truth, they could not believe either
in the State or in God. For them there must be the higher illusions of the
Wagnerian art. Needless to say, for this secret service King Ludwig paid
generously, and we find Wagner spending his pension—I cite one item,
three hundred yards of satin of thirteen carefully specified colors, at a
cost of three thousand florins!
He had craved luxury all his life, and in the end he got it—not merely
silks and satins and velvets, for which he had a sort of insanity, but all
kinds of splendor and homage, with kings and emperors to attend the
opening performances of his operas. When the Franco-Prussian war
breaks out we find our Siegfried-Bakunin drinking the cup of military
glory and pouring out a “Kaiser-march”; we find him stooping to an
operatic libretto in which he casts odium upon all the genius of France,
not sparing even Victor Hugo. He reads Schopenhauer, and decides that
he is a pessimist, and has always been a pessimist, and he tries to
reinterpret his revolutionary “Ring” accordingly. He composes a
religious festival play, a mixture of Christian mysticism and Buddhist
fatalism, called “Parsival,” which made the fortune of his Bayreuth
enterprise, a play-house built out of funds subscribed by his admirers.
Wagner lived to old age, full of honors, and left a widow and a son,
poetically named Siegfried. The widow died recently, but the son still
survives, to bask in his father’s glory, and to gather in the shekels of the
music pilgrims. It is possible to appreciate to the full the sublimity of the
revolutionary Wagner without paying reverence to this family institution
which he has left behind, or for the hordes of “Schwaermer” who come
to eat sausages and drink beer and revel in emotions which they have no
idea of applying to life. Is there anything in all the tragedies imagined by
Richard Wagner more tragic than the fate which has befallen the young
Siegfried-Bakunin—whose prestige and tradition are now the financial
mainstay of the White Terror in Germany, the Jew-baiting, Communist-
shooting mob of the “Hakenkreutzler,” or Bavarian Fascisti?
CHAPTER LXVIII