An Ancillary to Rights .
. .
A great complaint among
those precipitated into unemployment by the collapse of the ‘Celtic Tiger’ was
they found themselves often queuing side by side in the dole offices with those
who had never bothered to work at all, despite the fact that people were
pouring in from all over Europe during the boom to fill the manpower deficit. And queuing, too, with neither recognition of,
nor additional benefit from, the fact that they had contributed.
The
general term applied to nowadays to those who refuse—all other things being
equal—to contribute is the ‘poor’. It is
a necessary term and a necessary social category for those whose particular
drive is to inflate their own status by bestowing patronage, even if in many
cases only a verbal patronage. ‘Oh, the
poor, the poor!’
But
it would be a mistake to confuse the ‘poor’ with the weak. The ‘poor’ are really ‘the tough who get
going when the going gets tough’. At the
moment, they are simply resting. But if
for any reason anything should happen to interfere with their entitlements,
watch how quickly the ‘poor mouth’ turns into a snarl.
I
quoted before in 2016 from Adam Ferguson’s 1975 book, When Money Dies,
about the consequences of the collapse of Austrian currency in the early 1920s:
“Near civil war between town and country was a
pervasive feature of this break-down in social order. Large mobs of
half-starved and vindictive townsmen descended on villages to seize food from
farmers accused of hoarding. The diary of one young woman described the scene
at her cousin’s farm . . . ‘In the cart I saw three slaughtered pigs. The
cowshed was drenched in blood. One cow had been slaughtered where it stood and
the meat torn from its bones. The monsters had slit the udder of the finest
milch cow, so that she had to be put out of her misery immediately. In the
granary, a rag soaked with petrol was still smouldering to show what these
beasts had intended.’”
I think it would be foolish not to anticipate the
return of relatively high unemployment in the near to medium future, which
would probably be just about bearable unless it dragged on and on. But there is also the prospect of the
straitening of employment due to technological change, whether such will be the
case or not.
Economists and social engineers used
to talk—and possibly still do—of the ‘leisure society’. The idea was that increasing mechanisation
and computerisation of production would create a large population forever without
work. But, of course, such a situation
only qualifies as ‘leisure’ to the extent that one has the means of taking advantage
of it. Other than that, it is simply
unemployment.
Yet
the fact is that this is a nonsense scenario.
It will not happen simply because most people will not let themselves be
shunted into some sort of railway siding for life, no matter how notionally
well-insulated the carriages might prove to be.
Acquiescence to any such scheme would represent the beginning of the end
for the human race, a sort of de-evolution, an acceptance of human obsolescence. Indeed, a strong argument can be made that we
are already some way down that particular road.
Faced
with such a scenario of pointlessness, the healthy part of the race will revolt
and pull the temple down around their own heads and everyone else’s. And they will be right to do so. People do not want leisure or comfort or
pleasure as their main course. Such
things are ancillary to the necessary things of purpose and meaning and relevance. Utopias do not and cannot exist simply
because people would reactively tear them down, even if they didn’t exactly
know why they were doing it. It is
perhaps some variant on the ‘not by bread alone’ verse from the Gospels.
But
how exactly might society as a whole cope in such a notional situation—which if
left untreated would be guaranteed to blow everything apart? For even as things stand, we are already
teetering on the edge of that selfsame abyss as has destroyed so many
civilisations and societies in the past: the separation of an increasingly
indifferent and well-heeled minority from the spent booster rocket of almost
everyone else.
The
first thing that needs to be said is that a one-size-fits-all social welfare
system is the first thing that has to go.
The bottom line is that no one can be left to starve or go without
shelter, even if they refuse to do anything for themselves. But beyond that the support system should be
graded or tiered, in such a way as to reward those who do want to do something
for themselves. Tiered or trellised so
as to provide the possibility of a route forward, as well as satisfying the basic
human need for status and a sense of self-worth, not to mention being also economically
rewarding.
Now
I am not just talking in terms of public works, where the needy make a return
directly to the state. The times we live
in, and the times that may be coming, demand a much broader system of
reciprocity than that. They demand a recognition
and rewarding of both voluntarism and self-improvement.
The
common routes for digging oneself out of the hole of poverty usually consist of
further education, upskilling—even in circumstances where there might be no
immediate prospect of a need for such skills—and also inventive entrepreneurism.
But
such things generally involve an individual determination to better one’s personal
lot, whereas voluntarism can be seen in a more unselfish light, capable of embracing
tasks as varied as charitable work, or work to improve the local environment, or
more community-centred work, such as running a boxing club or after-school
facilities—the list is potentially endless.
Indeed,
it is possible to imagine it extending to even such things as people’s determination
to preserve their own personal fitness and mental wellbeing. It might well apply to people engaged in
serious sports training or dedicated gardeners etc. etc. For it should not
be about rewarding or recognising achievement so much as willingness and enthusiasm
and commitment.
This
is a preliminary document, a ranging document, as it were, to which I may
return at some later date—or maybe not.