Thirty-two years ago today a $100,000 bet was about to pay
off in a big way. Jumpman - a short
animated carpenter in red overalls and a blue shirt (later know as
"Mario") - began rescuing blonde, twice-his-size Lady who had been
abducted by Jumpman's mistreated ape. Donkey
Kong, one of the most prolifically distributed video games in
standalone console history, would consume over 720 million quarters in the
following twelve months and secure a spot for Nintendo in gaming history. This game featuring an animal-abusing laborer
rescuing a damsel in distress was introduced in bars in the U.S. and did a
brisk business among the partially intoxicated.
Three hundred twenty one years ago a more sinister real-life tragedy was
playing out on this same day. Outspoken
and provocative bar owner Bridget Bishop was put on trial for witchcraft and
ten days later murdered in the name of morality. Her male accusers offered as
"proof" of her sorcery their
dreams of her sensuality and seduction.
I have frequently bypassed insensitive and boorish remarks
made by celebrated egos. Many of them
(usually made by white men) are merely inevitable cracks in the social veneer
that glosses over character flaws ignored by the public due to the compulsive
fawning over monetary celebrity. Returning
to Charlottesville
after traveling for two weeks I was intrigued by the on-going critique of Paul
Tudor Jones' derogatory remarks about women's capacity to be successful traders.
In an attempt to exhibit sensitivity
befitting the court in 17th century Massachusetts ,
his remark, "As soon as that baby's lips touched that girl's bosom, forget
it," was the reason why I elected to enter the conversation. Jones' apology for his comments are
empty. The University of Virginia 's
neglect for sanctioning the blight that his contempt for women fosters is
worse. The fact that donor status
suspends moral rectitude is beyond the pale.
However, my response to Mr. Jones' remarks did not land in
the Politically Correct camp either. In
our present cultural milieu, our collective capacity to find offense is at
epidemic levels. What's in considerable
lack is narratives that present a constructive and alternative perspective. So on this June 2, 2013, I thought I'd offer
you a story that I'd love to see spread as far and as wide as the remarks of a insensitive
billionaire.
Twenty seven years ago, a few years after Donkey
Kong was placed beside Pac-Man in the lounge at Goshen College
in Northern Indiana , I met an interesting
young woman who would later become my wife. A nurse by both training and destiny, this
amazing woman would go on to become one of the most celebrated critical care
nurses in the three hospitals where she worked. From the precision hands assisting under glaring
lights of the operating theater to the gentle hand holding countless departing
souls ending their journey of life, provocative, powerful Colleen mastered the
art of care for those who illness and injury placed in her path. And far from Paul Tudor Jones' mistaken
illusion, it was two babies and their lips that brought her professional
endeavor into the world of business, commerce and trading.
For nearly two decades, Colleen evidenced the exceptional
worth of matching her matriarchal care - without which countless would not have
office, paycheck or provisioning - with her business acumen making her more
valuable a member of our executive team than any of her male counterparts. More valuable, you ask? Yes.
It turns out that the contempt for women and mothers that blinds Mr. Jones
is why he fails to see that the exact same impulse enables instinctive
discernment. Sure, men may be more
reckless and, as a result, more frequently the improbable "winners"
(like Jones) but it's been Colleen's discernment that has kept an organization
provisioned for 17 years against all odds.
Why does this gender-thing matter? Well, from my experience, I'd like to share a
few observations. First, I don't recall
the last time I had to explain the importance of accountable stewardship to a
mother in the market. And, while Jones
may ignore the importance of that, his investor limited partners should take
careful notice. Colleen has always known
that she must trade using other peoples' resources. She knows this and treats resources with great
care - stretching funds further than anyone I know. Second, she's not concerned with short-term
scorecards. Where men in business frequently
find themselves engaged in comparison to their perceived peers and superiors, I've
seen mothers far more likely to see the merits of the longer view. Finally, and this one's a bit more tricky,
I've seen mothers evidencing the capacity to prioritize the immediate needs of
others over their own. Now, while this
can be destructive if imbalanced and overdone, I've never seen men intuitively
sense the need to support colleagues with the same acumen evidenced by mothers.
Sure, there are life priorities that pull mothers into the
lives of their children. It would be
improper to suggest that I've always seen Colleen's maternal inclination for
the merits that it evidenced. But
there's no question that our capacity to conduct business including our
capacity to engage in the high-friction fracas that is the capital markets is
benefitted by both baby and bosom.
Nintendo, Salem Puritans, and Paul Tudor Jones all share a
narrative of a world where inadequate men feel the need to find their identity
in demeaning, objectifying and dismissing the essence of the maternal feminine.
That world of Jumpmen and "Stupid
Apes" (the awkward Miyamoto translation that led to the name Donkey
Kong) is devoid of the recognition of the value of discernment,
stewardship, and collective care. Rather
than ganging up on Mr. Jones, it's far more appropriate to actually take the
same social impulse to judge and use it as a reminder to celebrate those women
and mothers who have, indeed, given all of us a pathway towards a More Perfect
Union. Thanks Colleen!