The Stockdale Paradox and the Pandemic
The Fourth of July is going to feel weird this year. Several years ago we moved to a house very close to the parade route of a neighborhood Fourth of July parade that has been a mainstay for decades. We turned these morning parades into our own tradition. We would invite any of our friends who were hardy enough to wake up and come over for a 9am parade on a day off, serve bagels, breakfast tacos, coffee, juice and/or mimosas, and watch the various scout troops, school and civic groups, and the famous Lawn Chair Brigade march by while enjoying the reverie and each other’s company. Not this year. Add this disappointment to the mountains of missed graduations, cancelled proms, deferred vacations and postponed plans great and small that we have all lost to the pandemic. Worse still, there appears to be no end in sight. The best hope we are given is that a safe and effective vaccine will be developed, tested, approved and made available “soon”.
The Fourth of July is going to feel weird this year. Several years ago we moved to a house very close to the parade route of a neighborhood Fourth of July parade that has been a mainstay for decades. We turned these morning parades into our own tradition. We would invite any of our friends who were hardy enough to wake up and come over for a 9am parade on a day off, serve bagels, breakfast tacos, coffee, juice and/or mimosas, and watch the various scout troops, school and civic groups, and the famous Lawn Chair Brigade march by while enjoying the reverie and each other’s company. Not this year. Add this disappointment to the mountains of missed graduations, cancelled proms, deferred vacations and postponed plans great and small that we have all lost to the pandemic. Worse still, there appears to be no end in sight. The best hope we are given is that a safe and effective vaccine will be developed, tested, approved and made available “soon”.
It can be really hard to find joy, or even hope, at times. Recently though, in an unexpected place, I found some wisdom that has changed the way I think about our current situation. A podcast interview of business writer and researcher Jim Collins I recently listened to led me to pull my copy of his 2001 classic, Good to Great, off the shelf for a reread. Good to Great is about the journey that a number of companies took from being average or worse to a sustained period of greatness as measured by outstanding stock market performance versus the indexes and its industry competitors. In Chapter 4, entitled “Confront the Brutal Facts (Yet Never Lose Faith)”, Collins discusses the “powerful psychological duality” in which management teams would stoically accept the reality of their current situation, no matter how painful, while simultaneously maintaining an unwavering faith in the endgame and their ability to prevail. Collins’ research group coined the phrase The Stockdale Paradox, named for Admiral James Stockdale, to describe this duality.
Admiral Stockdale was the highest ranking United States military officer in the “Hanoi Hilton” prisoner-of-war camp in the Vietnam War, and was held captive from 1965 to 1973. Not only was he tortured repeatedly, during his time of capture he had no set release date and no prisoner’s rights. He had no clear reason to believe that he would survive to see his family again. Collins, through some fortunate coincidences, had an opportunity to interview Admiral Stockdale on the topic of persevering in the most brutal of environments where conditions were horrifying, survival was questionable and the amount of endurance that would be needed to see the end was unknowable. Collins describes reading Stockdale’s account of his time in captivity, co-written with his wife, In Love and War, and talks of feeling depressed reading this account - even though he was doing so in a comfortable office knowing the story’s happy ending! He asked, “if it feels depressing to me, how on earth did [Stockdale] deal with it when he was actually there and did not know the end of the story?” (Italics in the original)
Admiral Stockdale’s answer was, “I never lost faith in the end of the story. I never doubted not only that I would get out, but also that I would prevail in the end and turn the experience into the defining event of my life, which, in retrospect, I would not trade.” After letting that answer sit for some time, Collins asked, “Who didn’t make it out?” Stockdale’s answer was, “Oh, that’s easy. The optimists.” This answer made no sense to Collins, so he pressed Stockdale to explain. “The optimists...were the ones who said, ‘We’re going to be out by Christmas.’ And Christmas would come, and Christmas would go. Then they’d say, ‘We’re going to be out by Easter.’ And Easter would come, and Easter would go. And then Thanksgiving, and then it would be Christmas again. And they died of a broken heart.”
Confronting the pandemic, we do not control the virus, nor do we control the decisions of leaders; the speed with which an effective, safe vaccine is developed; or the choices of others in our communities. The facts are brutal: The virus is lethal. It is contagious. There is yet to be an effective proven treatment. There is no vaccine. Surviving an encounter with the virus does not appear to guarantee a return to previous levels of health. The supply of tests and personal protective equipment available to the public is inadequate to meet the need.
Like Admiral Stockdale locked up at the Hanoi Hilton with many fellow soldiers, we find ourselves at the mercy of a force that cares not one whit for our well being. In our case it is a microscopic pathogen. Nobody knows the timetable on which the myriad problems we face individually and as communities, states and a country will be solved. So each of us is left with the option as individuals each day to make reasoned, if difficult, choices about how we safely engage with the outside world. We can choose to face the brutal facts, and forego events and gatherings that, while fun, meaningful or important, are widely understood to promote the spread of the virus. Because choosing to say no to doing the things we want, repeatedly, can be so tough to do, we must keep in mind the reason why we are doing so - to preserve the health of ourselves, our loved ones and our communities until the virus is subdued, no matter how long that may take. The other choice is to behave like Stockdale’s “optimists.” The optimists at the Hanoi Hilton never got a break from their captivity, but maintained time-certain hope without evidence of a release date that came and went with no change in their conditions. Many of today’s optimists believe, without evidence, that they will be able to enjoy the activities of life today as they always have and that they and their loved ones will be spared infection because of luck, or age, or that the precautions they have taken will not be nullified by the carelessness of those around them.
Seeing the situation of the pandemic through the lens of Admiral Stockdale’s experience was eye-opening. Even while restricting our activities, how much more freedom does each of us have than Admiral Stockdale did? We can choose what we eat for dinner. We can sleep in a comfortable bed. We can listen to (or perform, or learn) music. We can read the Harvard Classics. We can read, or watch, Just Mercy. Someone once said that “everyone is fighting a hard battle.” You don’t know mine; I don’t know yours; but I am sure most of us cannot imagine the hard battle that the Admiral faced. It hurts me to think about all the events and occasions I have missed and will likely continue to miss. I’m saddened that I did not get to attend my nephew’s graduation from college, because there was no ceremony. Entering July without a full schedule of Major League Baseball games to watch would have been unimaginable a year ago. Football season is in peril. But we have been seeing that trying to jump the gun on getting back to normal is not working. Reading that long-forgotten chapter from a twenty-year-old business book convinced me that playing the long game, even at the cost of giving up many of the things that I and the people I care about love for an unknown period of time, while maintaining faith that we will ultimately prevail, is the key to enduring the seemingly unendurable situation we are experiencing.
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