My children grew up in an autocratic household with non-negotiable expectations. “You will make your bed before you go to school.” “You will respect your elders and teachers.” And the biggest mandate, “You will go to college.”
Everyone knows you are not supposed to discuss taboo subjects such as religion and politics in the workplace.
I moved to Indianapolis in the summer of 2005. Since then, I have learned to count on three things to occur each summer—a substantial number of die-hard Indianapolis Colts fans will still suffer from acute post-season withdrawal; mosquitoes the size of hummingbirds will nip at my ankles during my evening walk; and a massive, five-month road construction project (or two) will spring up somewhere on Interstate 465.
America has come so far, having elected a black president to a second term, mainly by women, young and non-whites. Yet, I hear all too often that Indiana companies cannot find qualified African-American workers.
