Should we pretend to be something to win others over?
Myfirst fall in Boston after I’d moved there in 1978, from Bethany, West Virginia,the Boston Red Sox and the New York Yankees were locked in a playoff to see whowould top the American League East standings and move on to play the KansasCity Royals for a shot at that year’s World Series against the National Leaguetitle holder.
I had been to a few games at Fenway Park, one of themost beautiful professional baseball parks in America. Walking into the parkremains a magical experience as soon as you walk up to your seats and the viewof the field opens up before you.
Back then, the Red Sox had not won a World Seriessince 1918. This one-game playoff against the Yankees could be their shot atfinally breaking their decades-long dry spell.
Alas, it was not to be. The Yankees led 2-0 in theseventh inning when Bucky Dent hit a three-run home run that proved to be thedeciding factor in the Yankees moving on to battle the Royals.
My father had been a lifelong Yankees fan, and I wasand am a lifelong Yankees fan after him. (I am in short company in myBoston-bred family.)
What does this have to with a column on ethics?
On that pre-internet, pre-social-media October dayin 1978, Boston was abuzz about the game. In the office where I worked, someonebrought in a small black-and-white television set for us to watch in betweenpretending to get any work done.
Now, here’s the ethics question I was facing.
As a lifelong Yankees fan, but also the newestemployee at this Boston publishing company full of rabid Red Sox fans, do Imake a big deal about being a Yankees fan and root loudly for my team? Do Ipretend to be a Red Sox fan to fit in?
If I had been lucky enough to get bleacher ticketsfor the game, my conundrum might have been magnified, given that a Yankees fancould not expect a warm and fuzzy reception at such a critical game.
Ethically, pretending to be a Red Sox fan would havebeen wrong, even then, before I wrote about ethics. Lying is lying.
But there seemed no reason to be boisterous orobnoxious in my support for the Yankees. When Bucky Dent hit his home run, thecrowd in the office was morose but also hopeful there was enough time for acomeback. There wasn’t.
I didn’t hide that I was a Yankees fan, but I didn’tchide my colleagues about their team snatching defeat from the jaws of victory.
The Yankees ultimately beat the Los Angeles Dodgersto win the 1978 World Series. Hiding what we believe or pretending to believesomething we don’t to win favor with others doesn’t seem the right thing to do.
I didn’t pretend to be something I wasn’t, but Ialso didn’t express any joy in my colleague’s misery. I knew there would be theopportunity for a few future visits together to one of the most beautifulbaseball parks in America.
Jeffrey L. Seglin, author of "The Simple Art of Business Etiquette: How to Rise to the Top by Playing Nice," is a senior lecturer in public policy, emeritus, at Harvard's Kennedy School. He is also the administrator of www.jeffreyseglin.com, a blog focused on ethical issues.
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