Lecture Communication research: Asking questions, finding answers (4e) Chapter 3: Research ethics

Lecture Communication research: Asking questions, finding answers (4e) Chapter 3: Research ethics. After reading this chapter, you should be able to: Address potential ethical issues during the design phase of the research project, explain how your research project minimizes risk and enhances benefi ts to participants, find alternative research procedures to avoid physical or psychological harm to participants,... Đề tài Hoàn thiện công tác quản trị nhân sự tại Công ty TNHH Mộc Khải Tuyên được nghiên cứu nhằm giúp công ty TNHH Mộc Khải Tuyên làm rõ được thực trạng công tác quản trị nhân sự trong công ty như thế nào từ đó đề ra các giải pháp giúp công ty hoàn thiện công tác quản trị nhân sự tốt hơn trong thời gian tới.

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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RESEARCH ETHICS

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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All researchers, even students, have a

responsibility to conduct ethical research

Participants in research studies should know

and understand their rights and responsibilities

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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ETHICAL QUESTIONS IN PLANNING RESEARCH

Researcher has two broad ethical responsibilities

1.Scientific responsibility for following established

guidelines and conducting research that will yield knowledge worth knowing

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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SPECIFICALLY

How will the consent of participants be gained?How will confidentiality/anonymity be handled?Are the participants appropriate for the study?

Are there potential physical or psychological harmsHow will the researcher’s role affect the study?

Is the research design valid, credible?

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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THE BELMONT REPORT

Three ethical principles

Beneficence

Respect for persons

Justice

Must design research to

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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BENEFICENCE

The well-being of participants is protected

Participants protected from harm

Researcher must maximize possible benefits

Benefits to participants must outweigh risks

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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RESPECT FOR PERSONS

Treat individuals as capable of making decisions

Refrain from making choices for participants

Participants must feel free to volunteer; no coercion

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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Am I systematically selecting one group of participants because they are

Easily available?

In a position making it difficult to say no?

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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INSTITUTIONAL REVIEW BOARD

University Institutional Review Board

Also called IRB or Human Subjects Review

Considers soundness and reasonableness of research proposals

Determines if rights and welfare of research

participants are adequately protected in research design

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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INFORMED CONSENT

Information must be given to participants any time data are collected from them

Creates obligations and responsibilities for the researcher

Participant consent must be given voluntarily

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

Copyright © 2015 McGraw-Hill Education All rights reserved No reproduction or distribution without the prior written consent of McGraw-Hill Education.ELEMENTS OF INFORMED CONSENTIdentification of researcher and organizationPurpose of studyFeatures of research processExpected duration

Possible risks and benefits

How confidentiality and anonymity assured•Any physical or psychological harms•If deception is used•To whom follow-up questions can be directed•Participation is voluntary

•Can discontinue or refuse to participate without penalty

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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FOR QUANTITATIVE RESEARCH

Traditionally applied to all quantitative projects

Describes the exact procedures

Indicates if participants will be exposed to any

materials that may be threatening or distasteful

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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FOR QUALITATIVE RESEARCH

IRB will decide if informed consent is needed based on

Is interaction occurring naturally in a public setting?

Will researcher’s interaction with participants in

that setting create negative consequences for any of the participants?

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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ETHICAL ISSUES IN CONDUCTING RESEARCH

Intentional deception

Use of confederates

Physical and psychological harm

Upholding anonymity and confidentiality

Videotaping and audiotaping participants

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Information, but by the time I had the number it was long after five and no one answered the phone ‘Will you ring again?’ ‘I’ve rung them three times.’ ‘It’s very important.’ ‘Sorry I’m afraid no one’s there.’ I went back to the drawing room and thought for an in- stant that they were chance visitors, all these official people who suddenly filled it But as they drew back the sheet and looked at Gatsby with unmoved eyes, his protest continued in my brain ‘Look here, old sport, you’ve got to get somebody for me You’ve got to try hard I can’t go through this alone.’ Some one started to ask me questions but I broke away and going upstairs looked hastily through the unlocked parts of his desk—he’d never told me definitely that his par- ents were dead But there was nothing—only the picture of Dan Cody, a token of forgotten violence staring down from the wall Next morning I sent the butler to New York with a letter to Wolfshiem which asked for information and urged him to come out on the next train That request seemed super- fluous when I wrote it I was sure he’d start when he saw the newspapers, just as I was sure there’d be a wire from Daisy before noon—but neither a wire nor Mr Wolfshiem arrived, no one arrived except more police and photographers and newspaper men When the butler brought back Wolfshiem’s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful

soli-darity between Gatsby and me against them all.

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ETHICAL ISSUES IN REPORTING RESEARCH

Ensuring accuracy

Researcher is always responsible for accuracy

regardless of who helps

Avoiding plagiarism by

Using direct quotes with proper citations

Using summaries or paraphrases

Acknowledge ideas or contributions