The Invention of Capitalism:

revolutionaryeye:

How a Self-Sufficient Peasantry was Whipped Into Industrial Wage Slaves

“…everyone but an idiot knows that the lower classes must be kept poor, or they will never be industrious.”

—Arthur Young; 1771

Our popular economic wisdom says that capitalism equals freedom and
free societies, right? Well, if you ever suspected that the logic is
full of shit, then I’d recommend checking a book called The Invention of Capitalism,
written by an economic historian named Michael Perelmen, who’s been
exiled to Chico State, a redneck college in rural California, for his
lack of freemarket friendliness. And Perelman has been putting his time
in exile to damn good use, digging deep into the works and
correspondence of Adam Smith and his contemporaries to write a history
of the creation of capitalism that goes beyond superficial The Wealth of Nations fairy
tale and straight to the source, allowing you to read the early
capitalists, economists, philosophers, clergymen and statesmen in their
own words. And it ain’t pretty.

One thing that the historical record makes obviously clear is that Adam Smith and his laissez-faire buddies were a bunch of closet-case statists, who
needed brutal government policies to whip the English peasantry into a
good capitalistic workforce willing to accept wage slavery
.

Francis Hutcheson, from whom Adam Smith learned all about the virtue
of natural liberty, wrote: ”it is the one great design of civil laws to
strengthen by political sanctions the several laws of nature. … The
populace needs to be taught, and engaged by laws, into the best methods
of managing their own affairs and exercising mechanic art.”

Yep, despite what you might have learned, the transition to a
capitalistic society did not happen naturally or smoothly. See, English
peasants didn’t want to give up their rural communal lifestyle, leave
their land and go work for below-subsistence wages in shitty, dangerous
factories being set up by a new, rich class of landowning capitalists.
And for good reason, too. Using Adam Smith’s own estimates of factory
wages being paid at the time in Scotland, a factory-peasant would have
to toil for more than three days to buy a pair of commercially produced
shoes. Or they could make their own traditional brogues using their own
leather in a matter of hours, and spend the rest of the time getting
wasted on ale. It’s really not much of a choice, is it?

But in order for capitalism to work, capitalists needed a pool of
cheap, surplus labor. So what to do? Call in the National Guard!

Faced with a peasantry that didn’t feel like playing the role of
slave, philosophers, economists, politicians, moralists and leading
business figures began advocating for government action. Over time, they
enacted a series of laws and measures designed to push peasants out of
the old and into the new by destroying their traditional means of
self-support.

“The brutal acts associated with the process of stripping the
majority of the people of the means of producing for themselves might
seem far removed from the laissez-faire reputation of classical
political economy,” writes Perelman. “In reality, the dispossession of
the majority of small-scale producers and the construction of
laissez-faire are closely connected, so much so that Marx, or at least
his translators, labeled this expropriation of the masses as ‘‘primitive accumulation.’’

Perelman outlines the many different policies through which peasants
were forced off the land—from the enactment of so-called Game Laws that
prohibited peasants from hunting, to the destruction of the peasant
productivity by fencing the commons into smaller lots—but by far the
most interesting parts of the book are where you get to read Adam
Smith’s proto-capitalist colleagues complaining and whining about how
peasants are too independent and comfortable to be properly exploited,
and trying to figure out how to force them to accept a life of wage
slavery.

This pamphlet from the time captures the general attitude towards successful, self-sufficient peasant farmers:

The possession of a cow or two, with a hog, and a few geese,
naturally exalts the peasant… . In sauntering after his cattle, he
acquires a habit of indolence. Quarter, half, and occasionally whole
days, are imperceptibly lost. Day labour becomes disgusting; the
aversion in- creases by indulgence. And at length the sale of a half-fed
calf, or hog, furnishes the means of adding intemperance to idleness.

While another pamphleteer wrote:

Nor can I conceive a greater curse upon a body of people, than to be
thrown upon a spot of land, where the productions for subsistence and
food were, in great measure, spontaneous, and the climate required or
admitted little care for raiment or covering.

John Bellers, a Quaker “philanthropist” and economic thinker
saw independent peasants as a hindrance to his plan of forcing poor
people into prison-factories, where they would live, work and produce a
profit of 45% for aristocratic owners:

“Our Forests and great Commons (make the Poor that are upon them too
much like the Indians) being a hindrance to Industry, and are Nurseries
of Idleness and Insolence.”

Daniel Defoe, the novelist and trader, noted that in the Scottish
Highlands “people were extremely well furnished with provisions. …
venison exceedingly plentiful, and at all seasons, young or old, which
they kill with their guns whenever they find it.’’

To Thomas Pennant, a botanist, this self-sufficiency was ruining a perfectly good peasant population:

“The manners of the native Highlanders may be expressed in these
words: indolent to a high degree, unless roused to war, or any animating
amusement.”

If having a full belly and productive land was the problem, then the
solution to whipping these lazy bums into shape was obvious: kick ‘em
off the land and let em starve.

Arthur Young, a popular writer and economic thinker respected by John
Stuart Mill, wrote in 1771: “everyone but an idiot knows that the lower
classes must be kept poor, or they will never be industrious.” Sir
William Temple, a politician and Jonathan Swift’s boss, agreed, and
suggested that food be taxed as much as possible to prevent the working
class from a life of “sloth and debauchery.”

Temple also advocated putting four-year-old kids to work in the
factories, writing ‘‘for by these means, we hope that the rising
generation will be so habituated to constant employment that it would at
length prove agreeable and entertaining to them.’’ Some thought that
four was already too old. According to Perelmen, “John Locke, often seen
as a philosopher of liberty, called for the commencement of work at the
ripe age of three.” Child labor also excited Defoe, who was joyed at
the prospect that “children after four or five years of age…could every
one earn their own bread.’’ But that’s getting off topic…

Happy Faces of Productivity…

Even David Hume, that great humanist, hailed poverty and hunger as
positive experiences for the lower classes, and even blamed the
“poverty” of France on its good weather and fertile soil:

“‘Tis always observed, in years of scarcity, if it be not extreme, that the poor labour more, and really live better.”

Reverend Joseph Townsend believed that restricting food was the way to go:

“[Direct] legal constraint [to labor] … is attended with too much
trouble, violence, and noise, … whereas hunger is not only a
peaceable, silent, unremitted pressure, but as the most natural motive
to industry, it calls forth the most powerful exertions… . Hunger
will tame the fiercest animals, it will teach decency and civility,
obedience and subjugation to the most brutish, the most obstinate, and
the most perverse.”

Patrick Colquhoun, a merchant who set up England’s first private “preventative police“ force
to prevent dock workers from supplementing their meager wages with
stolen goods, provided what may be the most lucid explanation of how
hunger and poverty correlate to productivity and wealth creation:

Poverty is that state and condition in society where the individual
has no surplus labour in store, or, in other words, no property or means
of subsistence but what is derived from the constant exercise of
industry in the various occupations of life. Poverty is therefore a most
necessary and indispensable ingredient in society, without which
nations and communities could not exist in a state of civilization. It
is the lot of man. It is the source of wealth, since without poverty,
there could be no labour; there could be no riches, no refinement, no
comfort, and no benefit to those who may be possessed of wealth.

Colquhoun’s summary is so on the money, it has to be repeated.
Because what was true for English peasants is still just as true for us:

“Poverty is therefore a most necessary and indispensable ingredient
in society…It is the source of wealth, since without poverty, there
could be no labour; there could be no riches, no refinement, no comfort,
and no benefit to those who may be possessed of wealth.”

Source:- http://www.filmsforaction.org/news/recovered_economic_history_everyone_but_an_idiot_knows_that_the_lower_classes_must_be_kept_poor_or_they_will_never_be_industrious/

aegipan-omnicorn:

andneverforgives:

cherryseltzer:

gnetophyte:

shmernstrobel:

is anybody else unsettled by how a lot of protests have turned into a “who can make the most clever sign” contest

right and i feel like that distracts from and decontextualizes the original intent of the protest. protest slogans become another thing to consume, another commodity to produce and to enjoy

it’s really alarming. i also come from a different school of protesting, where it’s like… 101 to not name names, show faces, etc. and the fact that people take photos of everyone’s faces and tag as many people as possible in their protest selfies is super alarming. you are doing the cops’ job for them.

I think this stems from two different, but not unrelated, issues:

1) A lot of this trend can be blamed on that damned Stewart/Colbert stunt rally. It might have been meant as a joke, but it turned out to be some kind of manifesto for moderation, a kind of stealth conservatism that feeds into the myth that agitation for political change is “divisive” and “uncivil” (and worthy of ridicule).

2) The Women’s March and the March for our Lives (where, if I’m not mistaken, most of the pictures of cute/funny signs are being posed for and taken) are more akin to parades than protests.

They remind me of the kind of events I was involved with in when I was teenager, working with Planned Parenthood to get a clinic built in our mid-sized Midwestern city. We reserved space in local July 4 and Memorial Day parades, tossed candy, and held up signs promoting women’s healthcare. We didn’t bury the pro-choice message, but it was definitely sanitized for max consumption. It was a(n effective) PR campaign, but wasn’t agitating for much in the way of radical change. (Abortion was legal; the bullshit laws limiting its practice hadn’t yet been put into effect; we were pretty much establishing a community presence until PP’s lawyers challenged all the illegal zoning bullshit that the city was throwing at us to keep PP from buying any real estate in the city.)

It was also a movement run almost entirely by middle-class and upper-middle-class white women, so while we faced some danger from the violent fringe of of the local anti-choice movement, we could count on protection from the local police.

Writing a pithy sign and smiling for the camera (and then posting the photo online) may not be something only white protesters/marchers are doing, but I imagine that even when POC are doing it, class privilege is playing a role in their decision making as well.

I dunno.  As one of the youngest of the baby boomers, whose “Silent Generation” mother took her to protests the way some other mothers teach their kids to bake cookies, “Sign making” and “Speech giving” were two of the essential skills she considered vital to effective protesting.

If you’re going to be one of a large crowd, and there’s a chance that news reporters and cameras will be there, the odds of you getting picked for an interview, to speak your mind, are slim. If you make a good sign, the chances your “voice” will be “heard” are much better.

(Granted, my family is White, and we were upper class at the time, so I’m not saying it isn’t an Well-off White culture thing.  But it’s nothing particularly new, for “These Days”).

aegipan-omnicorn:

inthedayglo:

aegipan-omnicorn:

pleaseletthisjimbetaken:

sassy-in-glasses:

the-gneech:

jackthevulture:

polyglotplatypus:

It’s like watching a car repeatedly drive straight into a wall. It’s unexplainable, it looks like it hurts a lot, but ultimately it ends up being darkly, ironically funny.

From my personal experience being an American on tumblr is like being the person in the BACK of the car praying that the person driving will STOP ramming into the wall.

A lot of us know this shit is stupid and we’re looking out the window like “LOOK THOSE OTHER CARS ARE DRIVING DOWN THE ROAD LETS BE LIKE THEM”

But the driver is like “FUCK YOU! BUILT FORD TOUGH! USA USA USA DONT LIKE IT, GET OUT!” but the doors are locked and the car is now smoking and threatening to catch fire.

Reblogging for the followup comment! ‘cos that’s exactly what it’s like.

who the fuck is in the driver’s seat

Last year, sometime (I think?), I heard an interview with Margaret Atwood on the BBC’s “HARDtalk,” (On the radio) about her writing – particularly her novel “The Handmaid’s Tale,” when the adaptation had just started airing on Hulu.

And she said something that chilled me: she said that the extremists don’t need to be in the majority in order to take control of a society… they just have to be a large enough minority…. And that threshold is about 30%…. Which is just about Trump’s approval rating.

So, expanding on @jackthevulture‘s analogy: it’s like there are seven passengers in the back of a minivan, pleading for our lives, while three people in the front maintain control of the vehicle – With one of them behind the wheel, and the other two collaborating to beat up any of the passengers who try to get out of the back seat and take control of the wheel or the emergency break.

(Damn, this analogy is starting to sound like a Russian Psy-Op post. I swear it’s not, though)

To answer @sassy-in-glasses’s question: My guess is the three drivers are the Christian Fundamentalists (At least, since Ronald Reagan), Mega-Corporations (especially the fossil fuel industries, and all the associated industries that are connected to them – like car manufacturers, and the military), and White Supremisits.

(To make this not like a Russian Psy-Op post, I’m going to add to this analogy to suggest a way out: We have screwdrivers, and the minivan has to slow down each time it backs up to ram into the wall again.  We can take those opportunities to dismantle the vehicle from the inside –– take the locked doors off their hinges, and climb out through the trunk in the back, if we have to).

Yes to this analogy, for the most part–but I’d add that the process is slow and infuriating regardless of screwdrivers, because screwdrivers are slow, even though there are seven of us, and we’re still not the ones driving into the car and we’re sort of crammed in here without a lot of room to manoeuvre, and even though the van slows down a bit when it backs up, it accelerates really freaking fast. So we are all getting whiplash on top of the fact that we can’t work anywhere near as fast as the car moves, which means our progress is slow and slightly punch-drunk and we’re exhausted and seasick on top of it. Which, unfortunately, means that even if we refuse to give up, the change we’re working toward just ain’t gonna happen any time soon, even if it’s just taking the doors off their hinges (which… is also more difficult when they’re closed and locked. Sorry, but it just is).

It’s not that we’re not trying, but literally everything that can be stacked against us is–and the drivers are higher than kites, to boot.

It ain’t a pretty picture.

It sure ain’t. But  I’m doing my damnedest treading water, trying not to drown in despair, here… ‘Cause if we do that, it’ll get really ugly.

…Like election day, 2016 squared, ugly.

That. “Elbow Room” problem you point out is why Intersectionality matters so much.  We need to coordinate our efforts and work in sync, rather than trying to elbow each other out of the way.

(This analogy is growing even more awkward than an overcrowded minivan)

portraitoftheoddity:

When I was a kid, a friend of mine got into trouble for a story.

We’d grown up down the street from one another in a rural neighborhood and he was pretty much my best/only friend until I was 7 and his family moved away. Then, several years later, when the internet was more of a thing, we reconnected and chatted online (this was the days of AIM and hotmail). 

I’d gotten into message boards, and we wound up on some of the same RP and writing forums with assorted other friends I’d made, and some of the RPs we wrote got… kinda dark. The group of us were nerdy, precocious kids whose parents didn’t keep track of what we read and so we digested some dark shit (everything from Edgar Allen Poe to Stephen King), and in our bumbling, childish way, explored and interacted with the themes we encountered through the fiction we were writing. This took place though middle school and into early high school.

One day, my friend wasn’t online. Or the next. I didn’t think about it much, as his activity was often sporadic at best, until my mom told me she’d heard from his mother and it turned out he was grounded. Apparently, his mom had gone on his computer and had found a story he’d been working on. A very dark, very grisly story, written from the point of view of a serial killer, stalking his victims.

I knew about this story. I’d read some of it. See, my friend was playing the antagonist/villain on an original fiction group RP some of us had set up, and wrote the story to explore his character’s backstory and motivations so he had a better grip on them when writing the character in our roleplay. And the kid was actually a pretty damn good writer. 

His parents, however, didn’t see it that way. He got in trouble, and I got to listen to my mom go on and on about how disturbing it was, how upset his poor mother must be, how glad she was that I wasn’t like that. 

And I said nothing.

I didn’t explain the context, even though it might have helped mitigate his punishment, if they realized he was just playing the villain in a group story and wasn’t some Columbine-in-the-making psychopath. I didn’t explain that I wrote characters even more depraved (though it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that I had, considering I was the kid obsessed with The Telltale Heart in the fifth goddamn grade).  And I definitely didn’t explain that I absolutely was ‘like that’, in that I was fascinated by the morbid stories and dark scenarios in my literal hundreds of books. 

Because I was scared shitless. Of being in trouble, sure, but also of being judged, and of being rejected and told I was sick and wrong. 

I hid my writing. I locked the floppy disks with my stories and wrote my notes in code. I became an expert at hiding my internet history and concealing my work from my parents. I continued to create, but largely in secret. To this day, my mother hasn’t read a single word of my fiction. And for years, I thought there was something wrong with me. That there was something fucked up, something dark and broken, something perverse that made me like that

Eventually, (and I mean YEARS down the turnpike here) I got past that and realized that plenty of people write dark stories and are perfectly well-adjusted, and that it’s not an indicator of being defective in some horrible way. And oddly enough, stumbling into fandom in my early 20s really helped me with that. Finding out that the kinds of stories I wrote that filled me with the most shame, the most self-loathing, were a whole goddamn genre, and that I wasn’t this strange little degenerate alone in the universe, but actually had pretty common narrative kinks? Was both a revelation, and a relief. 

Which is perhaps why I find it so upsetting now when I see people in fandom passing moral judgement on people over goddamn fiction, harassing or  ostracizing them based purely on the fact that the content they consume or create fails to meet some standard of purity. 

I’ve been watching people catch hell for stories since junior high, and I’m getting real tired of that shit. 

When I was 12, I said nothing. I was scared. Now, I know better, and I’m less scared and more salty, verging into downright irked. So I’m saying: Please, stop. Stop telling people they’re evil or warped for writing fictional stories about fictional characters just because they aren’t to your taste. Stop telling people they can’t explore darker themes or dynamics in their work, because it squicks you out. Stop being judgmental and obnoxious about something as societally inconsequential as fanwork, and stop suggesting there’s something wrong with people to make them like that.

We’re talking about stories, and stories are ideas; not actions. 

Judge people by the latter. 


(And no, my childhood friend did not go on to become a serial killer. Crazy method fucker turned into a huge theater nerd and was working on an MFA from an ivy league school last I checked)