The first sparks had already been struck when I arrived five minutes late for the initial session of a T group, omposed of faculty and staff at a university in Boston. Each member was telling something about himself. As I entered, a good-looking, husky, blond man in his late twenties was talking. “I finished my Ph.D. in psychology last year,” George said, “so this is my first year of teaching. Some days are good, but some are bad. Today I was very incoherent in my lecture. When I talk about familiar ideas I come across better, but today I was trying to discuss something new to me, and lost my grip. I tried to explain in class the Jensen articles about the inherited IQ levels of blacks, but I got lost.” One of the...
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