Showing posts with label Third World. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Third World. Show all posts

Monday, March 10, 2014

Why some countries are rich and some are poor.

It's always interesting to read what racists have to say about white superiority as it relates to different countries in the world.


They love to talk, for instance, about how wonderful white ruled western countries such as the United States are, and how horrible predominantly black Third World countries are.


This ignorant and shortsighted view of history fails to take into account the effects of colonialism and wealth grabs by older more established countries from smaller less established ones.  


India, for instance, went from a 22% share of global income in 1700 to 4% when they became "independent". This is true of most Third World countries.
An excellent article about decolonization and the effects of European imperialism on developing countries can be read here.


Another excellent article on the subject is from Jamaican producer and writer, Keiran King, and it is such a good article that I found it worthy of a cut and paste job. It understandably focuses on Jamaican, but it could be about any country in the Third World.


"It's an embarrassing but inescapable truth about Jamaica - most of the time, we're a complete mess. From arresting criminals to developing industries, diversifying exports to simplifying taxes, creating wealth to erasing intolerance, Jamaica lags behind much of the world.


Our GDP per capita is less than half the global average. According to the Statistical Institute of Jamaica, almost one in three men and one in two women in their early twenties can't find work. Forty per cent of all the jobs in the country are in farming, fishing and car repair. Construction and tourism provide a quarter of the rest. And those hard-baked jobs pay about J$11,500 a week, not enough to afford the computer to read this article.


What's a beautiful banana republic to do? Two hundred years ago, Jamaica was the richest colony in the British Empire by a distance, and its citizens, like Simon Taylor and Thomas Thistlewood, the most wealthy. Falmouth famously had running water before New York. How did we go from such prosperity in 1814 to such poverty today? Why is Jamaica so poor?


It's the billion-dollar question, one the best and brightest social scientists have been chewing on for decades. Here's the most influential living economist, Robert Lucas: "Is there some action a government of India could take that would lead the Indian economy to grow like Indonesia? If so, what, exactly? Once one starts to think about [it], it is hard to think about anything else."


It's easy to know what makes a market healthy - just write down what the First World does. Modern economists agree that balancing state budgets, suppressing inflation, allowing free trade, and investing in infrastructure is the way to go. But what's good for the country is not necessarily good for the government. In a democracy, where politicians only last a few years at the top, it makes more sense to spend as much as you can, protect the interests of powerful friends, and skimp on infrastructure apart from big, prestigious projects.


Still, with selfish people in power everywhere, why do rich countries stay rich and poor countries stay poor? In 2001, a Turkish economist, Daron Acemoglu, solved an amazing, disturbing piece of the puzzle. He discovered that he could predict the current GDP of 70 countries, including Jamaica, by looking at the mortality rate of white men in the 1800s. Wait, what? How in the name of Paul Bogle are those two things even related?


It turns out that wherever European colonisers survived in large numbers, like Australia and North America, they imported the rule of law from home. But where they mostly succumbed to disease, like much of Africa and the West Indies, they didn't bother to set up strong institutions. Instead, they set a precedent of grab-and-go, short-term, extractive policymaking that persists, like the viruses they feared, to this very day. Out of many, one example - inefficient bureaucracies that encourage and even tolerate widespread corruption.


Tim Harford, yet another economist, explains: "Development is thwarted because the rules and laws of the society do not encourage projects or businesses which would be to the common good. The small amount of education and technology and infrastructure [in a country like Jamaica] could be much better used if the society was organised to reward good, productive ideas. But it is not." By contrast, America's patent system, effective courts and venture capital paved the way, as much as the literal investment in highways, for a good idea like FedEx to flourish. In turn, FedEx created the delivery network for Amazon, whose supercomputers now enable Netflix, and the virtuous cycle continues.


This is all very depressing, because it suggests the problem of poverty operates on a scale larger than anyone's lifetime, that as a colonised people, we were predestined to struggle far past Independence, and that we are our own worst enemy in implementing solutions. But depression is not despair. We have to find a way to align the short-term interests of our elected officials with the long-term interests of the economy. How to do that remains unanswered, but with the world's best and brightest on the job, it'll probably only take another 200 years." [Source]


I don't agree with all of Keiran's theories as to why countries like Jamaica are still poor (countries like the United States still try to destabilize other governments when their political and economic interests are not suited), but he certainly makes some interesting points about how to fix some of our economic problems.




 


 
 


Friday, May 22, 2009

Some thoughts and questions.



This weekend I am heading down to Ocean City, Maryland to spend some time in a bad investment that Mrs. Field and I got into. I will have my trusted lap top with me so my blogging won't suffer.

Anywho, just for this post, I have some questions and some thoughts. Hey, it's Friday, I always get reflective on a Friday.

Like, for instance, why can't Charles Barkley take a broadcasting class or get a speech coach?

Does the fact that I like to watch Telemundo and speak very little Spanish mean that I am a misogynistic jerk?

If I were a white guy, would I recognize white privilege?

Does Dick Cheney ever get his freak on with Lynne? And do I need to seek help for even thinking such thoughts?

This is an old one, but true: Isn't it ironic that we drive on a Parkway, and park in a Driveway? I am just saying.

Why do black people spend so much money on bullshit? (Like shit for their cars, for instance)

Why do white people spend so much money on their pets?

Why is Texas even still here? (Oh, and governor good hair, you are welcome for that little stimulus money we gave you to fix up your crib.)

Why haven't we learned who killed Biggy and Tupac?

Am I the only one who thinks that Third World is the greatest band ever?

How long does Nancy Pelosi take to put on her makeup?

And speaking of learning to talk: Hey Roland, you might want to look up the speech coach Charles ends up getting.

There really ought to be a law against short sleeve dress shirts.

What the hell did we do before cell phones?

I don't ever want to see another pregnant woman standing at a bus stop by herself.

Speaking of buses; "Get On The Bus" by Spike Lee is a very underrated movie.

Is it just me, or do you all get the same feeling that [some] republicans are just praying that we get attacked before the reign of O is over?

Will we ever know how good Obama's b-ball game is? (Who wants to really body check the president of these divided states?)

Whatever happened to Stedman Graham? And why didn't that dumb Negro marry Oprah?

I miss being a troll, talking shit, and picking e-fights on wingnut blogs.

Why is Angela McGlowan afraid to take up my challenge?

I know she is 52, but Debbie Morgan could still cure my Lark, jones.

Why don't you A-merry-cans like soccer? I can't wait to get my season tickets to the new Philadelphia MSL team.

Am I the only one who thinks that Jamie Foxx had some good points about Miley Cyrus?

Whatever happened to Keith Washington?

And finally, why does it seem like it takes forever to drive across a little ass state like Delaware?

I am out.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

The Reality Of Hopelessness.


"Got my glock cocked, runnin this thing, ya understand We be steamin.. blazin.. nines, pumps, and K's, and Holly Grove 17th, (what) tha hood where I (what) was raised in (what)Niggaz bustin heads and, runnin duckin Feds and rocks under they tongues and, ki's under they beds and Hood fulla real niggaz, twenty-four seven hustlers EHHH, until we shove a barrel down ya pipe suckers Ain't no love for no busta, no fear for no coward No respect from no stunt, and no money without power" ~ Lil Wayne~




"You ever been hungry lawyer man?"


I had to think about the question for a minute....no, I had never been hungry. Not unless I chose to be. But I have met people who were. I lived in a Third World country, so I saw real poverty first hand. The truth of the matter is, I never really imagined real hunger being a problem in A-merry-ca. And I never imagined poverty here in A-merry-ca being real poverty. Poverty, after all, is a relative term.


But as I looked around this Southwest Philly neighborhood, I could never have imagined that a place like this could exist in the land of the free. It was, in a word, hell. Every other house was boarded up, graffiti was on damn near every wall, and I am thinking that when Bob Marley sang about "concrete jungle", this is exactly the type of neighborhood he was talking about.


Still, I felt somewhat comfortable here. I had done wills and other forms of transactional legal work for quite a few grandmothers in the area. And I had represented a few of the grandsons with criminal cases; including the young buck who was running this particular set a few years ago.

I was leaving the home of a client, when, as is always the case, I was approached by one of the young heads from the area. They always like to mess with me, and pick my brain about legal issues. I, in turn, try to counsel them about life, and quiz them about school and getting their life in order. It's a shaky truce that we have, and everyone knows the rules. I won't charge them for legal advice, and they will (at least pretend to) listen to me.


"Naw man, I don't think I have ever been hungry". "I have". He said. "I remember when I was in foster care back in the day. Man I used to put toothpaste on writing paper and chew it for candy. I swear some nights I would go to bed and my gut would feel like it was going to explode. I don't ever want to feel that shit again."


Why was he telling me this? I knew there was a point, but I couldn't figure it out. Was he trying to confess to a crime, and justify why he did it because he was hungry? "Well you not hungry anymore right?" "Naw, Mr. Lawyer man, I can eat now. And I got a young jawn (That's Philly speak for any pronoun you want it to be. In this case he was talking about his child) I gotta feed too. I ain't trying to go to child support court." I knew what the answer was going to be but I asked the question anyway: "Do you have a job?" "Naw Mr. Lawyer, not no nine to five jawn, but I do alright." At this point he was laughing with me , but I didn't feel like laughing back. "You know you are probably going to be calling me one day right." "Naw lawyer man, not unless you do federal work." I couldn't resist. "Oh that's the kind of weight you moving around here?" "Naw not yet, but soon. I mean you cool and all lawyer man, but when I go down it will be for some big chumpy (another one of those Philly words) type shit. I will need a lawyer that stays up in federal court." ....I started to try and preach to young blood, but what was the point . Besides, it was starting to get late, and while some folks in the neighborhood might have some love for the field, it's still Southwest Philly.


"Alright young blood. I am out. Try to settle down with your shorty though and think about your little one. You won't grow old and get a pension running these streets. " "Yeah but I am young lawyer man, I got time."


Amazing, his ambition in life was to get a lawyer who specializes in federal cases, because he plans to move enough drugs to get the federal government on his case. But he was hungry once, and he doesn't ever want to feel that way again. To him, selling drugs and living a life on the street is the only way to keep money in his pocket. Most of us know that it won't last, and he probably does too. But to him, tomorrow doesn't matter. There is no future. And that little "jawn" he just brought into the world, will have to live the vicious cycle all over again.


President Obama. It has a nice ring to it. I wonder if he will come to Southwest Philly?












Friday, June 06, 2008

Friday rant.



A couple of things: First, thank you frat boy for destroying the A-merry-can economy with the help of your dumb ass.....I take that back. With the help of your rich ass friends (There is nothing dumb about them).


Today the Dow tanked almost 400 points, and we had the worst unemployment news in over 22 years. Five point five percent or some shit like that. Great numbers if you happen to be living in a Third World country. But here in A-merry-ca that number is way too high. And of course, for us black folks, we know that we have to double that number now don't we. When you are at the bottom of the barrel hard times hit you harder than everyone else.


Oil is trading at $136 a barrel, and the country is going to hell in a fucking hand basket. And it's in this climate that the poor "O" man is going to get his shot at the wheel. If that's not some fucked up shit I don't know what is. Thank you George. Why couldn't the black man get to be in charge after Clinton? But then, I guess, if things weren't so fucked up the black man wouldn't even have gotten his shot at being in the big house in the first place. Oh let's just go ahead and give it to the Negro, things can't get any worse. But isn't that how it always is? We get shit when it's so fucked up that no one else will take it. Ahhh Marvin *Lewis do you think you can turn around the Cincinnati Bengals? We always see it in sports. The black Managers get the teams that are so bad that they can't get any worse. Right now, here in A-merry-ca, things are so fucked up that it's hard to see them getting any worse. And I guarantee you that if the "O" man wins he will be blamed for all the shit that's happening now. Come on Field, do you think it's a coincidence that the Dow started tanking after your boy wrapped up the dumbocratic nomination? Wall Street has the jitters, they are scared of this guy, he is a Socialist. Get used to that kind of rhetoric. And all of this while the frat boy takes us deeper and deeper into a damn recession. And, I don't know, but there just doesn't seem to be enough outrage out there for me. Folks are just going along to get along. Gas $5 a gallon? No problem. People being laid off by the thousands? No problem. The Chinese and Saudis own damn near everything in this country while most of the Corporations in A-merry-ca are surviving on credit? No problem. A fucking endless war for god knows what half way around the world? No problem.... you get the picture. But hey, as long as we have our cable T.V., central air, and McDonald's the republic will be fine.

Now to my second little issue: It's not a big one, but like the long post office line, it's something that bugs the shit out of me.

It's you folks doing all of your banking at the ATM machines. Look, they are "'automatic' tellers". They are not interactive, they can't talk back to you. So if you ask for $100 and the machine spits out a bunch of twenties, could you go off to the side and count your money please? I mean honestly, if the machine is short say twenty dollars, you make a note of it and call the bank. Standing at the ATM machine WILL NOT help. And please please, could you check the balance in your account before you go to the ATM machine? If I see one more mofo with three different debit cards checking three different accounts and taking different amounts out of each one I swear......

Sorry, for the bitc....whoops I can't use that word. I don't want to be called a sexist. Sorry for complaining once again about some shit that irritated me during the day. I don't want you folks to think that all I do is bit....whoops, I mean complain about shit all day. I actually enjoy quite a lot of things, and like the rest of you, I am actually quite happy to be in A-merry-ca.

Why wouldn't I be? My cable works fine, and happy meals are still a bargain.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Killing fields!


More crime news from my city which is fast becoming known more for its murders than its cheese steaks.


The following report is from my hometown paper, The Philadelphia Inquirer:



"Police have issued a warrant for a 29-year-old woman, charging her with killing her mother inside her Cobbs Creek home yesterday morning, and then setting fire to the residence to cover up the crime.



Police said Jahina Damon arrived at her mother's home in the 6000 block of Cobbs Creek Parkway before dawn and shot her 53-year-old mother, Lolita Lee, and fired at two other people in the house. They were not hit.



Police were called to the Cobbs Creek home after reports of gunfire at about 5:10 a.m. Arriving officers, however, found heavy smoke coming out of the first floor and notified the Fire Department. The blaze was brought under control at 5:33 a.m.
Lee's body was found in the kitchen, police said. She had been shot at least once in the chest. Firefighters say her body was burned beyond recognition.


Police said one of the people who had been in the home when Damon arrived was a woman who drove herself to Delaware County Memorial Hospital to seek treatment for serious burns.
She was transported to Crozer-Chester Medical Center, where she was listed in critical condition. The other person in the house during the attack, a man described as the victim's boyfriend, was not injured. Their names were not released.


Police said Damon, whose last known address was the home where her mother lived, has a history of mental illness and has been committed in the past. Police did not talk about a motive for the killing."


So this 29 year old shoots her mother and burns her body to try and cover up the crime. Who the fuck does that? I mean you kill your own mother, and then you torch her corpse? And before you start with me about her alleged mental issues; save it. She wasn't that crazy, she tried to cover up her crime.


Folks, it's getting ugly here, and I guarantee you that it will get worse before it gets better.


Trust me on this one, I am someone who is used to living in a place with lots of murders and savagery. But that's in a Third World country, where poverty is rampant, and politics is literally a blood sport. Aren't we supposed to be in A-mery-ca where we can purse happiness, and not resort to killing our own family members or causing their deaths?


I guess just being in A-merry-ca can't save some of us from poverty and hopelessness. I know, I see it every day. But unlike in some Third World country, we live in a society where the government just approved another seventy billion dollars to fund a useless war, and homes are selling for forty million dollars.

So we really have to ask ourselves; what's our excuse? I have a possible answer. Could it be that in the course of pursuing happiness we forgot the things that truly made us happy in the first place?



Just a thought.