Confessions of an Economic Conservative
By then a streak of 60’s idealism convinced me that I wanted to become a senior high school English teacher, and my practicum experience teaching 11th and 12th grade English exceeded my hopes that I could make a difference in the lives of kids by exposing them to the power of language. This sense of purpose didn’t last long, as I quickly ran afoul of the local branch of the Pennsylvania State Teacher’s Association. A representative informed me that the union did not look kindly on how many hours I was spending after school helping students and meeting with parents, as it put undue pressure on regular teachers to do the same. I also received information on the union’s political positions, which included opposing English as the official language of the U.S., a position that in good conscience I could never support because I believe so strongly in the need for a common language as vital cultural glue.
So much for idealism . . .
By the time Jim finished
his MBA studies at Wharton and we got married and
moved to Annville, it was obvious that if I didn’t
agree to join the teacher’s union my life as a public
school teacher would be made miserable, so I decided
to apply for a position at a local college; I wasn’t
looking for a fight in those days. Many years later I
would run up against the union again—during a
eight-year foray into education politics—during which
the confrontation escalated from slashed tires to
death threats and finally to a physical attack by a
union rep, which led to his arrest. But that’s a
story for another day.
The local college hired me as director of
publications (I was grossly under qualified), and
later I was promoted to director of public relations.
These jobs allowed me to finagle myself back into the
classroom as a part-time journalism instructor,
advisor to the school yearbook, and manager of
several community internship projects involving
English students. All the while I also did part-time
feature writing for the Harrisburg newspaper, which
allowed me to illustrate my stories with my own
photographs. I had begun learning photography from
Jim, who had become a hobbyist in graduate school, as
well as from a very talented student photographer
with the yearbook. When I won a local newspaper’s
Kodak snapshot contest, I was convinced I had what it
takes to be a pro.
The original soccer mom?
By the mid-1970s I was
one of the few moms who kept on working after having
kids, and my after-hours writing and photography jobs
allowed me to purchase more equipment. I looked
forward to the day when I could quit my job at the
college and build a small studio in a garage that sat
on the farm property where we lived. I guess you
could say that I was one of the very first “soccer
moms.” Those plans changed dramatically when Jim came
home one fine fall day several years later and
announced that he had decided to quit his well-paying
job as general manager of a plastics company to help
me start up my photography business that he now
intended to join. That decision, which I fully
supported, set into motion a series of events that
severely jeopardized our then pleasant way of life
and hopes for the future. In the process, I learned a
lot about the banking industry.
Most of my business students know the story of how I
came to owe $187,000 at 23% interest because of the
bad decisions we made investing borrowed money at a
time when America’s banking system was out of control
and inflation threatened every family’s way of life.
During this period, many hard-working farmers lost
land that had been in their families for generations.
Fund-raisers were held around the world for these
American farmers, who, like anyone who borrowed money
during this period, had been victimized by banks and
savings-and-loan institutions that racked up
commissions by convincing farmers and others like Jim
and me to keep on borrowing because the value of our
land was escalating, and it represented the vehicle
by which we should fulfill our dreams. When
regulators got nervous about this frenzy, lending
institutions began calling in loans, and the house of
cards began to collapse, precipitating what became
known as the Savings and Loan Crisis. If you want to
read more about the history of the origin and effects
of this debacle, click here. It illustrates that we’ve been
down this path before, and it begs the question:
Why are we repeating it again?
Surviving economic disaster
Jim and I were among the
fortunate few who survived this bleak period by
liquidating personal assets and working double shifts
in the studio so that we could pay down debt. Early
on I was fortunate enough to meet the late Bud
Haynes, who became my business mentor; he made me
understand that creating a business could be every
bit as creative and rewarding as making photographs.
Eventually, Bud recruited me to teach with him, which
developed in me a sense of calling because of my
gratitude to him and other PPA instructors who helped
our business to succeed. Furthermore, I had learned
so much from the School of Hard Knocks that I wanted
to do what I could to help others from making bad
business decisions. The experience also strengthened
my awareness of the importance of sticking to
fundamental business principles such as the
importance of staying out of debt, creating a plan
for every aspect of your business, and practicing
fiscally conservative oversight in all affairs of
business and personal finance. Having watched so much
harm come from government manipulation of markets
also hardened my belief in the wisdom of allowing
free markets to function, even if it creates
financial pain and hardship. Unfortunately pain
sometimes is the ONLY path to wisdom and progress.
If you’re still reading, I want you to know that I’ve
recounted this personal history as an explanation as
to why I have more than a passing interest in the
state of our economy. When the banking system began
to implode last fall, I began using what little spare
time I had to learn more about the worldwide banking
system. (This activity is the main reason that my
blog has been so quiet lately.) The more I studied,
the more convoluted the subject became, and I began
to understand how a nerdy guy like Bernie Madoff
(whom the media inexplicably calls “charming”) could
cheat his clients out of so many billions of dollars:
When so few people understand the complexities of
international banking, you can get away with almost
anything . . . until the Ponzi scheme finally plays
out.
One thing has become abundantly clear to me: The same
kinds of greedy manipulators who orchestrated the
Savings and Loan debacle were alive and well and
flourishing in the 21st century, and if you peeked
into their business plans, you could find
government lending a helping
hand. I have no doubt that
government bureaucrats (under both Clinton and
Bush by the way) had very good intentions in
promoting and tolerating sub-prime loans: They
wanted to increase home ownership, a noble ideal
to be sure. I doubt if they envisioned the
spectacle of houses replacing land as the new free
ride to the top. I’m sure they regret cracking
open the door for lenders with visions of non-stop
commission checks to break it down.
Bad behavior with the color of
money
As an unabashed advocate
of capitalism, it has been extremely discomforting to
witness the parade of capitalists—especially those in
the financial sector—behaving so badly; but I am
mindful that layers upon layers of government
bureaucracy make it so much easier for bad financial
behavior to go unnoticed. It is instructive to note
that it wasn’t the FBI that “got their man” with
Bernie Madoff; he turned himself in when his evil
house of cards began to flutter. With a few more
layers of bureaucracy, perhaps he would still be in
business “spreading the wealth.”
So for the last four months I’ve been looking to see
which way government would go in addressing our
financial crisis. The years I spent in politics made
me fairly cynical about politicians on both sides of
the aisle. It’s been pretty hard to tell a Republican
from a Democrat for a long time or even to define if
there is a “center” operating anywhere in the
political spectrum. I’ve been watching closely and
hopefully, but the recent unveiling of a so-called
stimulus package, followed up by the pork-laden
omnibus spending bill that represents an all-out
assault on the business sector, has set me to
emailing and calling my elected representatives.
Their mindless responses have not lifted my spirits.
So what’s next?
At this writing our
government seems hell-bent on repeating the mistakes
of the past: thinking the government can supplant the
private sector, and by sheer force of will and
taxation reverse what it helped to cause, using the
same tactics that precipitated the problem in the
first place: spending money we don’t have to
subsidize failing institutions; borrowing from
nations who may not have our best interest at heart;
and targeting the “rich,” so that government can
orchestrate the next rocketing bubble that will do
what all bubbles eventually do: burst when they have
wreaked maximum havoc.
Most concerning of all is the prominent lack of a
concerted effort to attack the proximate causes of
the problem: housing and banking. Instead we are told
that we must undertake to fundamentally restructure
education, medical care, and the electric grid. Give
me a break! What I’ve heard from my elected
representatives is that we have no choice but to do
so because of the Mother of All Cop-Outs: “We are in
uncharted territory, so we need to act boldly and
swiftly.” In other words: We will exercise our
cluelessness by experimenting with your money and
that of your children and grandchildren. They have
learned NOTHING from the past.
Checking in with Dow Jones
So it is no surprise the
Great Global Financial Scorekeeper at the New York
Stock Exchange keeps heading south. I know it’s hard
for Main Street to care much about Wall Street these
days; I agree that these folks need to spend some
time in the national naughty chair. Jim and I got
burned twice by the Market, so we got out years ago
when we were sick of worrying about the market’s
volatility and how value could drop every time Alan
Greenspan caught a cold. But the most sobering fact
of all to me is that the financial wellbeing of more
than half of America and a lot of the world is tied
to the stock market. Consumers won’t regain
confidence until the Market rallies. So attention My
Government: It’s about the Market! It’s about the
Houses! Tell the guy in charge (who couldn’t figure
out how to pay his self-employment taxes) to pick up
a book!
Also tell Mr. Geithner that it’s also about the small
business sector that powers economic progress in
America: Encourage us, then get out of our way! Don’t
tell us you will punish us if we get rich. Most small
business owners, such as photographers, will never
hit that magic $200,000 + income level in the
proposed Tax Code revisions where the government will
start lowering deductions for state and local taxes,
mortgages, and most cynical of all—charitable
contributions. Just the specter of economic
punishment will rob small business people of the
desire to takes risks. As an economic growth
strategy, these proposals are about as foolish as
trying to strangle a hen in order to make her lay
more eggs.
Reading about the budget’s provisions has made me
wonder what I would be doing today if my parents
hadn’t encouraged me to sell potholders door to door
when I was six years old. What if they had told me
that I could do it, but I had to give them more than
half of what I earned? I suspect that single act
would have robbed me of the great gift of Hope.
When the history is written . . .
I don’t much like labels,
but I am just fine with being called an economic
conservative, because most of us who identify with
this mindset believe that if it looks too good to be
true . . . it simply IS too good to be true. We tend
to trust what we know to be true from personal
experience and what we can learn from history. When
Enron collapsed, I studied the reasons why. The
reasons no longer matter: what I learned is that if a
company cannot explain to you what it does to earn
money in less than three sentences, then you should
not go to work for it or invest in it. What I’ve
learned so far about accumulating wealth is that is
fine to want to get rich, but the best strategy is to
get rich SLOWLY! And you’d better have a plan to do
so. What I’m afraid I will be studying in the years
to come is what happened when the government couldn’t
explain its economic recovery plan in less than 1,000
pages and the Congress voted it through the day they
received it without reading it.
I feel better now that I have gotten all this off my
chest. I’m finding that writing about my concerns is
cathartic. I don’t know whether I’ll write about this
subject again, but if I do, I promise to keep it
short. I’m learning every day, and perhaps I’ll pass
on some of the resources I’m looking at in case
anyone out there is interested.
Education in Atlanta
The Business Basics class was followed by a 3-Day Business Workshop, which moved in on Monday of last week. As you can see, we really enjoyed ourselves. Carol and I are shown with the class giving the business equivalent of a secret handshake. To learn what it’s all about, you’ll have to attend the next SMS 3-Day Business Workshop, which will take place in Atlanta on March 23-25 and will be taught by Carol Andrews and Julia Woods. I believe there are one or two spaces left.
In the image below, Carol is deep in conversation with class member Fima Gelman. I generally don’t single out a photographer for comment, but I doubt if the rest of the class would mind: we all got a tremendous kick out of Fima, whose sense of humor makes him a most compelling character. Fima has a great story, as he immigrated to the United States when he was 17 years old. The Gelman family came here, by way of Israel, from their homeland in the Ukraine. You can see Fima’s gift of finding and expressing humor at San Francisco-area weddings by logging onto his website. From the home page click on Weddings, then click on Humor. I enjoyed looking at the rest of the site, especially the section entitled Project Hope, which displays Fima’s photographic essay about Siberia’s orphaned children. Great work, Fima!