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Choosing a Response

8/7/2017

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I can choose how I want to respond to a situation. But there are limits. That applies in life as well as in writing, as I learned this past weekend with my own horrible experience with United Airlines. More on that story below.

First the rhetoric part:
 
In writing studies, especially in genre studies, we sometimes talk about writers responding to a rhetorical situation. (For fellow rhetoric geeks, I’m thinking first of Lloyd Bitzer’s almost deterministic "fitting" response to a rhetorical situation, then to our defining genres as typified responses to recurring rhetorical situations.) But that idea of a rhetorical response has gotten a lot more complicated.
 
Nowadays, we talk more about how writers can choose which genre they want to use to respond. I can choose whether to respond to a friend’s death with a eulogy (Bitzer’s classic example), a sympathy card, a phone call, or a sad face emoji on Facebook.
 
And we talk more about how choices can be limited for writers with less power, awareness, or experience. So I might not be invited to give a eulogy. Or I might be young or less experienced and not know that a sympathy card is a possible response.  Or I might respond with a sad emoji without even thinking about how my friend might feel about it.
 
But most of the time, we can choose how we respond—with what genre, using what language or media, in what ways. One of my main goals with all the posts to this blog is to help people be aware of their choices and make those choices deliberately.

​Now the story part:
 
​

Friday afternoon, my spouse and I were returning from ten days in Berlin, Germany. I’d gone to lecture and help lead a doctoral seminar at Freie Universitat , and we’d added four days to tour the city of Berlin. After a 90-minute flight delay and 8 ½ hour flight from Berlin to Newark NJ airport, we went through customs, picked up our suitcases and rechecked them with United Airlines, as instructed. We even asked an agent there about our connecting flight home and were told what gate it was leaving from.
 
Since we now had over 6 hours to kill in the airport, we travelled to our connecting terminal and headed to the airport bookstore for browsing. (No surprise there, I bet.) We were leaving to find a restaurant to kill another couple of hours when we got a text alert. United announced that “air traffic control” had cancelled our flight. We could see an agent for options.
 
We found the nearest agent, who informed us that the next flight she could get us home on was on Sunday. Yes, Sunday. Two days later.
 
Then she told us that United would not put us up in a hotel. The cancellation was due to “weather” and not United’s fault.
 
Then she told us we could reclaim our baggage or they would hold it and put it on the flight in two days.
 
When we said we would of course pick up our baggage for staying somewhere for the next two days, she mentioned that our bags would be available for us to pick up in one or two hours.
 
How did I choose to respond?
 
I had choices, but at first I responded without thought, purely out of shock and dismay. She surely couldn’t really mean that they would cancel our flight on Friday, not get us home until Sunday, and not put us up in a hotel? That couldn’t be right, could it?
 
My genuinely dismayed response continued. Weather couldn’t have caused the delay. We were looking out at gorgeous skies, not a cloud in the sky! We knew it was beautiful weather at home and had been for days. What did she mean caused by weather? How could that be?
 
So my shock and dismay led me to my automatic academic response—questioning. I must have misunderstood something. There must be something more she could tell me to make this something rational rather than a Kafkaesque waking up as a cockroach (see The Metamorphosis). One minute I’m browsing the bookstore, the next I’m in a crazy land where nothing makes sense.
 
When my questions met with repetitions of the same nonsense, I began to realize my powerlessness. I couldn’t respond with reason to persuade her to do something different. She wasn’t giving me that option. I couldn’t book a flight on another airline that had seats without taking a huge financial hit. I couldn’t forego air travel altogether since the train, bus, or car would take days to get me home, and I couldn’t walk it (though that’s now my preferred mode of transportation—at least it’s somewhat under my control!).  United had left me with no options, with no power.
 
And United clearly didn’t care.
 
So I responded with anger. Another default option. When being harmed yet powerless to do anything about it, people get angry. I expressed my anger. That was another response without deliberate choice behind it.
 
From denial to anger, both responses ineffective and neither one a genuine choice. (For those of you who know the five stages of grief, I did next try bargaining a bit, with searches on other airlines’ sights, requests for hotel vouchers and eventually even for a toothbrush—with no success. And I may have run through a smidgen of depression, the next stage, if my tearing up at the lost baggage office counts. I’m still trying to reach the fifth stage of acceptance. This post is a part of that process.)

​Not all choices are genuine choices


At the time (or two hours later, after questioning, arguing, and bargaining unsuccessfully, and tracking our bags down in two different terminals), we chose what seemed the only response open to us—we accepted booking on a flight at 6:40 am two days later and left the airport.
 
Was that a choice? Or just accepting the inevitable? Did we have any other choice in that rhetorical situation?
 
We could have tried to reach United through someone other than the sneering and indifferent “customer service” representative (that’s what her name tag said, I swear!). We could have insisted on speaking to supervisors and repeating the process, or tried to reach someone through social media (I did try but United didn’t respond to my tweets or Facebook messages tagging them).

I could have chosen—notice I think it would be a choice at this point—to continue questioning and arguing. I could have staged a protest in the middle of the terminal, or tried disrupting United’s business in another way—and probably been hauled off by security, but at least it would have given me a place to stay for a while. Maybe if I got thrown in jail I’d even have a bed for the night. Or a more comfortable bed in a hospital if United decided to repeat their past and have me dragged away.
 
But being able to act in any of those ways falls short of truly having choices. Having true choices requires having some power to make a difference, to have at least the possibility of reaching a goal. So none of those seems a genuine choice. I didn’t have the goal of going to jail or a hospital. I wanted to go home.
 
So when we say that people can choose how to respond, we need to take into account possible emotional reactions that might be beyond deliberate choice. People are humans, after all, and humans have emotions. And emotions lead us to responses that might not be choices.
 
And when we say that people can choose how to respond, we need to take into account how much power they have, and whether they have enough power to have a choice.

Saying people have a choice when they really have none misleads people into thinking there might be something they could have done differently, to the dreaded “if only . . .” And saying people have a choice when they really have none leads to blaming people for being powerless, for what’s beyond their control.

And being indifferent to people’s powerlessness leads to anger and resentment, back to emotional responses. Hence my current feelings toward United Airlines

​What genuine choices do we have?


I do have some genuine deliberate choices now, including some involving writing and genres.
 
I could write a complaint letter to United Airlines about the cancellation, handling of the situation, conflicting information, and bad customer service. I could request compensation for my expenses and inconvenience.
 
I could contest the payment for the airline tickets through my credit card company and let them hash it out. That would involve filling out a letter explaining what happened and why I’d contest paying the airline.
 
I could fill out United’s online complaint form to object to the “customer service” representative’s actions and inaccurate information.
 
I could use social media to spread the word about my experience and try to persuade others to #boycottUnited.
 
Whether any of these would be effective, I don’t know. #unitedsucks is a pretty common hashtag out there, and United has been apologizing a lot lately, even if badly. But each possible response has at least a chance of some compensation, some positive result.
 
And there is another genuine choice—to do nothing. To let it go.
 
Not responding is a genuine choice in response to a situation. There is sometimes more power in not responding, in choosing deliberately to respond with silence or noncompliance.

In my case, not responding would let me begin to put the horrible experience behind me. As my Facebook friend Julie Drew described her own response to the same experience with United, I could take “the financial hit rather than the rage stroke.” I could decide that letting it go would be better for my health and well being, holding the cost to what it has already cost me instead of adding more in time and stress and anger.
 
In life as in writing, we can choose not to respond. And sometimes not responding is the more powerful choice.
 
Which response will I choose? I honestly don’t know yet. I tend to fight for fairness and justice for other people, so it’s hard for me to let it go when I feel someone (including me!) has been treated unfairly or unjustly. That’s even more true when the unfairness comes from a corporation.
 
But letting it go might be the wiser choice. I’m likely to lose a lot of stomach lining and time with no guarantee of success. And I like time and serenity more than money (a luxury that comes from having enough money, I know).
 
One response is already certain. We have sworn off ever flying United again. Our experience confirmed what so many of our family and friends have experienced in the past, with United cancelling and rescheduling flights when flights didn’t have enough passengers, changing their flights to times that have made them miss wedding dinners, and stranding travellers for days, as in our case. Our friends and family tried to warn us, but I guess we didn’t believe it enough. We do now.
 
And you might have noticed that writing this post is another response to the situation, though a complex one.
 
Choosing to write this post in this genre lets me try to help others by potentially keeping even just one reader from flying United and experiencing the terrors of the unfriendly skies.

This choice also lets me regain some small bit of control over the situation, turning the experience back into something I can understand as rational.  

And this choice lets me vent a bit but in a way that lets me distance myself from the negative emotions I experienced at the time.
 
When I say that writers can choose how they respond to a rhetorical situation, I am saying so much more than just choose a genre. Choose what matters most to you, choose actions that give you power, choose how to respond to life.
 
And, if you have a choice, never ever fly United.
3 Comments
Lisa Ede
8/8/2017 11:45:52 am

Oh my, what a horrifying tale. I'm so sorry. For me personally it is definitely food for thought. United is one of the biggest carriers out of Portland, and I take it often when I fly. I haven't had the kind of hideous mishap you had, but I have certainly had some pretty yukky trips. United is especially good at changing flight schedules so what was an hour-long layover when the flight was originally booked becomes a five to six hour layover. And this after taking a 6AM flight from PDX--a necessity if flying to the midwest or east coast.

But more importantly, as a rhet/comp scholar thank you so much for this post, which does an excellent job of showing the roles that power, authority, and experience play when rhetors respond to rhetorical situations. Reading your analysis I was reminded of the reasons why Andrea Lunsford and I felt that we needed to reconsider our 1984 "Audience Addressed/Audience Invoked: The Role of Audience in Composition Theory and Pedagogy." We did so in our 1996 "Representing Audience: `Successful' Discourse and Disciplinary Critique," one of the most difficult pieces we ever wrote together. It took multiple global revisions to end up with an essay that felt right.

I don't want to get into that essay in detail, but most generally we acknowledge that AA/AI represents an overly optimistic view of the choices available to rhetors, one that downplays or ignores the kinds of challenges and limited options you describe so well.

Audiences aren't just addressed and invoked. They are also silenced, ignored, disempowered, disabled--and even punished.

Thanks for the excellent analysis and good read, and again I'm so sorry that you had to endure such a yukky experience.

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Amy
8/8/2017 07:25:22 pm

As always, Lisa, such a thoughtful and helpful comment. I've long admired your reconsideration of the wonderful Audience Addressed/Audience Invoked distinction. I can see why it would have been difficult to write. There's always such excellent scholarly rhetorical work behind even the smaller points of my blog posts, and your point is a big one. You said it so well: "Audiences aren't just addressed and invoked. They are also silenced, ignored, disempowered, disabled--and even punished."

We're recovering from the yukky experience (another point well put!). Thank you again for taking the time to comment

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Lisa Ede
8/9/2017 12:48:00 pm

You're so welcome! I love reading your posts, so keep them coming.


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