Real Work is Labor
that Produces Real Wealth
Joseph Dana Miller
[Reprinted from Land and Freedom,
January-February 1930]
LUDWIG, one of the biographers and essayists of the new school who
turn out literary products as a factory turns out quick-selling
commodities, denies that the Dollar is America's god, and says, "All
Americans work." He sees all Americans busy and concludes, in
that happy, careless fashion of his, that all are working.
It is true that no people are so busy as the people of the United
States. They may be doing nothing save running around in circles, but
they are in a constant feverish state of excitement which Mr. Ludwig
mistakes for "work." They may be doing nothing save
speculating on the exchanges, selling real estate, buying or
exchanging automobiles, entertaining, getting up social functions,
receiving and exchanging social calls all busy, it is true enough, but
doing nothing to add to the world's store of wealth.
We need to remember the real meaning of "work." Work means
the production of wealth. It is no exaggeration to say that one
quarter of the people in this country who are so desperately busy
produce no wealth at all. This is true of the great majority of those
engaged in the real estate business; it is true of the young salesmen
in stock and bond houses; it is true of more than half of the lawyers;
more than half of the politicians; and many other classes who could be
named. They do not work at all, in the sense that work is the
production of wealth. They do not conserve the production of wealth;
they per- form no useful service.
Some of the occupations of these classes, swollen far beyond their
due proportions, have their limited field of usefulness. A
stenographer, who works for a book- maker who takes bets on the races,
is not idle, but she cannot be said to "work," for what she
is doing adds no more to the sum total of wealth than does the layer
of odds who pays her at the end of the week. The chauffeur who drives
the car of the landlord who derives his income from the land values
that other people create does nothing more to increase the wealth of
the world than does his employer.
The treatment of land as private property stands the whole economic
structure on its apex to the degree that certain functions are
magnified out of all true proportions, certain other functions suffer
dislocations, and instead of the energies of the people being bent to
the production of wealth, we witness vast numbers engaged in
occupations the aim of which is to divert to their own pockets the
wealth already produced. And it is because this diversion is at once
more easy and more profitable than actual production that so many
shrewd and intelligent men work at it. And superficial thinkers like
Herr Ludwig, seeing how busy they are, think that we are a nation of "workers."
It is curious, the misunderstandings that surround the -- word "work."
Here is a story of a hold-up in Brooklyn reported in the papers. Two
slick young bandits enter a store and line up the occupants against
the wall. They are forced to yield up their money and valuables. One
of them is asked what he does for a living, and replies that he keeps
a little tailoring and clothes-pressing establishment across the
street. The sixty-five dollars in his possession are immediately
transferred to the pockets of the bandits. Two others confess that
they are clerks in other parts of the town. The few dollars taken from
them are handed back, the bandits explaining that they do not want to
take anything from those who "work for a living."
Our suspicions are that these young bandits were not bandits at all,
but some sort of political economists, or social researchers who
pursue their occupations under the guise of hold-up men. For to no
other than muddled students of political economy, or labor unionists
who think of workers only as those who work for wages, would it occur
that the man who runs a tailoring establishment does not work for a
living. Robin Hood, Claude Duval, and Jesse James were accustomed to
rob the rich and give to the poor, but they did not know of any such
fine politico-economic distinctions as these young Brooklyn bandits.
Hence our suspicions that they were not what they pretended to be.
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