How I Came to Embrace the Principles
Embraced by Henry George
Phil Anderson
[Reprinted from Progress, September-October
2005]
For some reason, I have a bent for economics. At 12, whilst all the
other lads were busy swapping football cards or playing marbles, I was
into collecting the business news. Sad I know, but there you go. I
still have my first cutting from The Herald of 1974, business
section, highlighting the recent economic downturn. It had caught
everybody by surprise so the report said and there were lots of
differing opinions as to why the downturn had occurred. Some were
saying taxes were too heavy, causing business to fail. Others agreed
it was the weak banking system. Someone else suggested the recent rise
in inflation was to blame. There was even a suggestion that it was all
to do with sunspots, which themselves showed a clear 11 year cycle.
Of course it was all Labor's fault. Dad would say at the dinner
table. If Whitlam had not been elected Prime Minister, Australia would
not have been in this wretched recession. Dad was in business, he
employed a lot of people, he ought to know (I thought). Nevertheless I
resolved to investigate this problem a bit further someday.
I had just started secondary school and one of the subjects coining
up in a year or so would be economics. Perhaps this might be a chance
to get the answer? (If only...) Around the same time, I had begun lo
take a bit of an interest in the share market. Heaven knows why, but I
did. Sometimes I would cheek the price of the stock I was following --
Renison Gold, I think. One day it was at 20 cents, the next day 22.
Why on earth would a price do that? Surely it was the same company
today as yesterday. Though the possibilities were interesting... If I
bought at 20. then sold at 22, mmm, perhaps 1 could get around the
world on a small budget, and without working, after all.
I did end up in that economics class. Did well at it too, an A. But
could I still explain satisfactorily to myself about that '74
recession that was now history? Not at all. This was a major issue for
me. The university classes in economics, as part of my accounting
degree at RM1T were no better either at answering this dilemma: the
early '80s at university, yet another downturn and yet more
suggestions as to causes.
This time it was the workers who were to blame. They had been asking
for wage rises that were beyond the capacity of companies to pay them.
Of course, it stood to reason I thought. My father complained about
this all the time. Wages were always too high. Still, that argument
was better than some of the others I had researched in my own lime
about other downturns in history: depreciation of the currency,
appreciation of the currency, lack of foreign markets, lack of fixed
policy in government affairs, elections, extravagance both public and
private, even because we had given women the vote!
The economics professor out front of class -- well if he didn't know
the answer, could anybody know it -- was taking great pains to show
his explanation, the new Philips curve. This purported to prove that
high unemployment and high inflation could not co-exist, that there
was a trade off which offered the government a clear choice of one or
the other but not both. Funny thing was though, Australia's inflation
rate, and its unemployment rate, both hit new record highs the
following week. Typical economist I have come to learn: a person who
sees something working in practice, then decides to set up a test to
see if it works in theory.
Confusion reigned. By now however, there were simply too many other
curves at University, (a luxury not afforded me at high school), to
worry about the one invented by Philips. Late starter: little did I
know that girls were even more confusing than economics.
With a degree in hand, and many low paid menial jobs later, (and
having seen Renison slip from 20 to 10), it was time to see the world.
Starting in Europe, a mate and I walked, hitched, drove, trained or
donkeyed our way from Switzerland, through Russia, to Beijing. then
back eastwards to Tibet (one of the first westerners allowed in, we
practically wrote the first guidebook that came out later) and from
Tibet around Everest at 6000 metres into Kathmandu, then India. (Phew,
2 years in one sentence.)
It hit me in India. I would describe India as the richest country in
the world. But the poverty amidst the plenty astonished me. People are
born, they live and they die on the Delhi railway station. Stepping
through the kitchen of many a family on Calcutta's pavement was
troublesome to me. One's own earthly problems seemed a bit flimsy now.
Anyway, in a rush to get to the bank one morning, in central Delhi, I
stepped hurriedly out of the hostel I was in -- a squat, in reality --
straight into an elephant. Somewhat dazed, I could only stare at the
small children behind it ready to pounce on the dung (for fuel) should
there be any forthcoming. I wondered why should children be forced to
do that. Should they not be at school? Still recovering, I took up a
piece of gutter and sat down, elephant long gone by now, and realized
I was sitting face to face with the most emaciated beggar; dying it
seemed to me for lack of food, yet for shade from the ferocious Indian
August sun, was lying underneath the best, most colourful, most
beautiful cart load of fruit that I had ever seen. The cart had
everything; bananas, oranges, papaya, mango, you name it, it was on
that cart. But a man lay hungry underneath. At that moment I knew what
I had to do.
I arrived home from India angry. It didn't seem right what I had
seen. I joined a political party -- but not the two mainstream ones,
and stood for parliament. Things were 'a-gunna' change! Alas, it
seemed to take me longer to discover what everyone else took for
granted these days, politicians are beholden to vested interests.
Democracy? An inconvenience.
At this point, a strange brochure fell out of some notes I had
recently made and was reviewing, ironically, of a recent class I had
just started at the School of Philosophy. The brochure had been sent
to me by an obscure mob called Tax Reform Australia (TRA). Ordinarily,
I was not predisposed to read what I (mistakenly) thought was some old
right wing pollie espousing his view of justice. Cynicism had
triumphed. But giving 'coincidence' a chance, I opened it up.
It was Churchill's story of the Toll Bridge. And it created for me a
blinding flash of insight that lasted an eternity yet was over in a
billionth of a nanosecond. A Eureka moment. Why that's it ! How
simple. Why had I not seen this before. The beggar was sitting on it,
occupying the space. It's a land question. How could it be anything
else!
I could not sit down for a week. I had to tell everyone about it.
Which is where the questions really began. The world will never know
how lucky it is to have organisations like Prosper Australia (and
other organisations such as the School of Philosophy) around to help
those newly arrived to the concept of true justice. I was lucky enough
to even have a job there once at the old TRA. Praise be to Karl
Williams who helped organise the opening at the time more than likely.
I felt I had come home. Strange it was indeed to be pan of an
organisation that is not bound by members over-riding self interests
but is instead a place that brings together people purely with a great
love of true justice and a fervent desire to see the world in a
lasting peace. The work there culminated in a campaign to save site
value rating at local government level from going the way of the
Tasmanian Tiger and becoming forever extinct in Victoria. Happy to
report we had a victory of sorts against overwhelming odds and vested
landed interests. Doing that, and working with John Bennett in those
days as the economist for Site Rating Defence was a great privilege.
John taught me much about how to market George -- something I think
that generally has been done without much real thought over the years.
But that is another story.
I found my answers at the School of Philosophy -- perhaps not THE
answers, but mine at least. Though I did not like what I found
necessarily; the world is exactly as it should be, its just a play.
The physical reflects simply what is in mind. Well that was that.
I found my hope in Henry George. He really and truly showed how to
create a heaven on earth, economically speaking at least. I have also
been fortunate in having been able to combine a bit of George's
insight on the subject of real estate cycles with the great stock
market writings of W. D. Gann, who proved with his work in the stock
market how time moves in a circle, and how the future repeated the
past, going on to give away a good deal of his profits to worthy
causes I might add too. But I digress. Some questions remain. Pick up
any book on Winston Churchill and you will find not a page about his
Georgist activity, yet Winston spent the best part of his youth
stumping for George. Why is that? Churchill's speeches about George
arc some of the most eloquent ever spoken. Churchill, with Lloyd
George as Prime Minister, took on the whole House of Lords and damn
near won. England almost got a land tax. Oh how things would be
different now.
Henry George himself in his day was the third most famous man in
America, behind Thomas Edison and Mark Twain, (both still household
names today) yet go into any public library in Australia and you will
struggle to find any reference to George and his magnificent books.
Why? The final few chapters of George's Progress and Poverty arc some
of the most awesome and inspiring words ever written down by anyone,
anywhere. It's utmost a conspiracy. It's certainly a crime. Explain lo
someone the simple concept that rent belongs lo society, to be
collected for all via say a small land tax -- with no other taxes
levied on them at all mind you -- and it brings forth some of the most
vitriolic and intense language and animosity to any idea the it is
possible to bring out.
The battle goes on.
To have seen the cat is indeed a wondrous, but life changing moment.
For those who believe there is a God in heaven (not me. being Buddhist
she's inside, not up there on a throne somewhere) perhaps it's akin to
some sort of religious conversion. For me, seeing the cat is knowing
that economics ought rightly be based on abundance, not scarcity. That
there is room on this planet for all of us. Overpopulation is an issue
of scarcity, not abundance. That in true justice, the rent that
naturally arises when any group of people meet to live and to work
belongs to everyone and cannot be claimed by one individual or nation
state. When it is, we live like we do today: in fear, based on a false
promise of scarcity, of not enough. Some years in boom, some years in
bust. Just as George said.
It wasn't meant to be this way. It can be changed. But a paradigm
shift is required. So bring out that cat. It needs to be ever more
widely seen.
|