I am tempted to say that “I knew it.”
After college, I chose the safe and rational path of going into the business world -- corporate environmental sustainability consulting, to be precise. It offered a “real job” (comprehensible and acceptable by family acquaintances back home in China), steady income, health insurance, work visa, a deck of hip business cards printed on 100% recycled paper, and a platform to “change the world for the better.”
However, deep down, my gut knew that this is not it. If you ask me since when have I known that I would leave this work, I would say, “before I started.”
But, I still chose to give it a go. I had to “get it out of my system.” It was curiosity; it was “giving it a fair trial”; it was a necessary growth stage. I had to enter the belly of the beast to see it for myself -- and to live and breath it.
Now, after two years of exploration and trying, I am ready to move on, and to follow the voice in my heart that has been there all along. Granted, as a 24-year-old, my dip into the business world is very short and shallow. But, you don’t need to finish the whole egg to know it is rotten.
(By “business world,” I refer narrowly to the political-economic system that is geared toward one goal only: the perpetual growth of private financial capital. I do not mean “entrepreneurship”, “groups of human being in an enterprise”, etc. The confusion of words such as “business”, “capitalism”, “market”, etc, has been a main roadblock in having societal conversation about the state of affairs. For example, “capitalism” have hijacked “entrepreneurship” -- an essential and inherent human spirit.)
Intellectually, I understood very well that corporate sustainability and social responsibility is putting bandages on a fundamentally flawed system. That was the conclusion of my college years of reading of Marx and Darwin: the Logic of Capital (as laid out in Das Kapital) and the Logic of Nature (as described in Origin of Species) is fundamentally incompatible.
I knew that the incremental energy savings per square foot of retail floor space will be more than outdone by the exponential growth of new big box stores. I knew that the water and chemical reduction in making a product will be canceled out by the imperative to double sales in 5 years. I knew that what we do as sustainability consultants is no different (although more profitable) than the protesters in front of Walmart or at a mountain top removal site -- we are merely slowing down the destruction, without addressing the root cause. (In the theory of the Great Turning, this line of work is called “holding action”. The other two lines are “creating alternative structures,” and “shifting consciousness.”)
But, to know is not enough. The visceral experience in the business setting is absolutely crucial, to internalize the theories, and to have compassion for those in the system. Now, I have seen how “institutionalized greed, fear and delusion” turns people into corporate warriors and cubicle slaves. I have witnessed an employee -- a young mother of three -- sending me panicked emails in the middle of the night, because her boss (the CEO of a Fortune 50 company) might not be able to land his private jet in the desired airport in China in about a month. I have witnessed how the world's premier sustainability summit flew in expensive chefs from around the country to bring their “local wine, organic beef, and signature dishes” to the fancy sea-side resort filled with impressive-looking do-gooders.
I have also put a human face to the people who work at the companies we demonize. They have told me stories of their youth, and of dreams not yet extinguished. I have gotten to know their innocence, as well as their unconscious complicity. I don’t at all doubt the sincerity of their eagerness to do good through their work, any more than I have faith in my own underlying intentions. I have learned that I have no rights to point finger at anyone. With some different alignment of stars, I could be in their shoes, doing a much worse job. As a Thich Nhat Hanh poem tells,
I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks, and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda.
I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands, and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to my people, dying slowly in a forced labor camp.
“Recall the face of the poorest and the weakest human whom you may have seen, and ask yourself, if the step you contemplate is going to be of any use to him or her. Will she gain anything by it? Will it restore his to a control over his own life and destiny? In other words, will it lead to swaraj [freedom] for the hungry and spiritually starving millions? Then you will find your doubts and your self melt away.”
Posted by Zilong Wang on May 9, 2015
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