Saturday, October 11, 2008

The Forgotten Man

This is an essay written more than 100 years ago. It is very applicable for today. You may even
recognize yourself
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"The Forgotten Man"

By William Graham Sumner.1

The type and formula of most schemes of philanthropy or humanitarianism is this: A and B put their heads together to decide what C shall be made to do for D. The radical vice of all these schemes, from a sociological point of view, is that C is not allowed a voice in the matter, and his position, character, and interests, as well as the ultimate effects on society through C's interests, are entirely overlooked. I call C the Forgotten Man. For once let us look him up and consider his case, for the characteristic of all social doctors is, that they fix their minds on some man or group of men whose case appeals to the sympathies and the imagination, and they plan remedies addressed to the particular trouble; they do not understand that all the parts of society hold together, and that forces which are set in action act and react throughout the whole organism, until an equilibrium is produced by a re-adjustment of all interests and rights. They therefore ignore entirely the source from which they must draw all the energy which they employ in their remedies, and they ignore all the effects on other members of society than the ones they have in view. They are always under the dominion of the superstition of government, and, forgetting that a government produces nothing at all, they leave out of sight the first fact to be remembered in all social discussion - that the State cannot get a cent for any man without taking it from some other man, and this latter must be a man who has produced and saved it. This latter is the Forgotten Man.
The friends of humanity start out with certain benevolent feelings toward "the poor," "the weak," "the laborers," and others of whom they make pets. They generalize these classes, and render them impersonal, and so constitute the classes into social pets. They turn to other classes and appeal to sympathy and generosity, and to all the other noble sentiments of the human heart. Action in the line proposed consists in a transfer of capital from the better off to the worse off. Capital, however, as we have seen, is the force by which civilization is maintained and carried on. The same piece of capital cannot be used in two ways. Every bit of capital, therefore, which is given to a shiftless and inefficient member of society, who makes no return for it, is diverted from a reproductive use; but if it was put into reproductive use, it would have to be granted in wages to an efficient and productive laborer. Hence the real sufferer by that kind of benevolence which consists in an expenditure of capital to protect the good-for-nothing is the industrious laborer. The latter, however, is never thought of in this connection. It is assumed that he is provided for and out of the account. Such a notion only shows how little true notions of political economy have as yet become popularized. There is an almost invincible prejudice that a man who gives a dollar to a beggar is generous and kind-hearted, but that a man who refuses the beggar and puts the dollar in a savings bank is stingy and mean. The former is putting capital where it is very sure to be wasted, and where it will be a kind of seed for a long succession of future dollars, which must be wasted to ward off a greater strain on the sympathies than would have been occasioned by a refusal in the first place. Inasmuch as the dollar might have been turned into capital and given to a laborer who, while earning it, would have reproduced it, it must be regarded as taken from the latter. When a millionaire gives a dollar to a beggar the gain of utility to the beggar is enormous, and the loss of utility to the millionaire is insignificant. Generally the discussion is allowed to rest there. But if the millionaire makes capital of the dollar, it must go upon the labor market, as a demand for productive services. Hence there is another party in interest - the person who supplies productive services. There always are two parties. The second one is always the Forgotten Man, and any one who wants to truly understand the matter in question must go and search for the Forgotten Man. He will be found to be worthy, industrious, independent, and self-supporting. He is not, technically, "poor" or "weak"; he minds his own business, and makes no complaint. Consequently the philanthropists never think of him, and trample on him.
We hear a great deal of schemes for "improving the condition of the working-man." In the United States the farther down we go in the grade of labor, the greater is the advantage which the laborer has over the higher classes. A hod-carrier or digger here can, by one day's labor, command many times more days' labor of a carpenter, surveyor, book-keeper, or doctor than an unskilled laborer in Europe could command by one day's labor. The same is true, in a less degree, of the carpenter, as compared with the book-keeper, surveyor, and doctor. This is why the United States is the great country for the unskilled laborer. The economic conditions all favor that class. There is a great continent to be subdued, and there is a fertile soil available to labor, with scarcely any need of capital. Hence the people who have the strong arms have what is most needed, and, if it were not for social consideration, higher education would not pay. Such being the case, the working-man needs no improvement in his condition except to be freed from the parasites who are living on him. All schemes for patronizing "the working classes" savor of condescension. They are impertinent and out of place in this free democracy. There is not, in fact, any such state of things or any such relation as would make projects of this kind appropriate. Such projects demoralize both parties, flattering the vanity of one and undermining the self-respect of the other.
For our present purpose it is most important to notice that if we lift any man up we must have a fulcrum, or point of reaction. In society that means that to lift one man up we push another down. The schemes for improving the condition of the working classes interfere in the competition of workmen with each other. The beneficiaries are selected by favoritism, and are apt to be those who have recommended themselves to the friends of humanity by language or conduct which does not betoken independence and energy. Those who suffer a corresponding depression by the interference are the independent and self-reliant, who once more are forgotten or passed over; and the friends of humanity once more appear, in their zeal to help somebody, to be trampling on those who are trying to help themselves.
Trades-unions adopt various devices for raising wages, and those who give their time to philanthropy are interested in these devices, and wish them success. They fix their minds entirely on the workmen for the time being in the trade, and do not take note of any other workmen as interested in the matter. It is supposed that the fight is between the workmen and their employers, and it is believed that one can give sympathy in that contest to the workmen without feeling responsibility for anything farther. It is soon seen, however, that the employer adds the trades-union and strike risk to the other risks of his business, and settles down to it philosophically. If, now, we go farther, we see that he takes it philosophically because he has passed the loss along on the public. It then appears that the public wealth has been diminished, and that the danger of a trade war, like the danger of a revolution, is a constant reduction of the well-being of all. So far, however, we have seen only things which could lower wages - nothing which could raise them. The employer is worried, but that does not raise wages. The public loses, but the loss goes to cover extra risk, and that does not raise wages.
A trades-union raises wages (aside from the legitimate and economic means notice in Chapter VI) by restricting the number of apprentices who may be taken into the trade. This device acts directly on the supply of laborers, and that produces effects on wages. If, however, the number of apprentices is limited, some are kept out who want to get in. Those who are in have, therefore, made a monopoly, and constituted themselves a privileged class on a basis exactly analogous to that of the old privileged aristocracies. But whatever is gained by this arrangement for those who are in is won at a greater loss to those who are kept out. Hence it is not upon the masters nor upon the public that trades-unions exert the pressure by which they raise wages; it is upon other persons of the labor class who want to get into the trades, but, not being able to do so, are pushed down into the unskilled labor class. These persons, however, are passed by entirely without notice in all the discussions about trades-unions. They are the Forgotten Men. But, since they want to get into the trade and win their living in it, it is fair to suppose that they are fit for it, would succeed at it, would do well for themselves and society in it; that is to say, that, of all persons interested or concerned, they most deserve our sympathy and attention.
The cases already mentioned involve no legislation. Society, however, maintains police, sheriffs, and various institutions, the object of which is to protect people against themselves - that is, against their own vices. Almost all legislative effort to prevent vice is really protective of vice, because all such legislation saves the vicious man from the penalty of his vice. Nature's remedies against vice are terrible. She removes the victims without pity. A drunkard in the gutter is just where he ought to be, according to the fitness and tendency of things. Nature has set up on him the process of decline and dissolution by which she removes things which have survived their usefulness. Gambling and other less mentionable vices carry their own penalties with them.
Now, we never can annihilate a penalty. We can only divert it from the head of the man who has incurred it to the heads of others who have not incurred it. A vast amount of "social reform" consists in just this operation. The consequence is that those who have gone astray, being relieved from Nature's fierce discipline, go on to worse, and that there is a constantly heavier burden for the others to bear. Who are the others? When we see a drunkard in the gutter we pity him. If a policeman picks him up, we say that society has interfered to save him from perishing. "Society" is a fine word, and it saves us the trouble of thinking. The industrious and sober workman, who is mulcted of a percentage of his day's wages to pay the policeman, is the one who bears the penalty. But he is the Forgotten Man. He passes by and is never noticed, because he has behaved himself, fulfilled his contracts, and asked for nothing.
The fallacy of all prohibitory, sumptuary, and moral legislation is the same. A and B determine to be teetotalers, which is often a wise determination, and sometimes a necessary one. If A and B are moved by considerations which seem to them good, that is enough. But A and B put their heads together to get a law passed which shall force C to be a teetotaler for the sake of D, who is in danger of drinking too much. There is no pressure on A and B. They are having their own way, and they like it. There is rarely any pressure on D. He does not like it, and evades it. The pressure all comes on C. The question then arises, Who is C? He is the man who wants alcoholic liquors for any honest purpose whatsoever, who would use his liberty without abusing it, who would occasion no public question, and trouble nobody at all. He is the Forgotten Man again, and as soon as he is drawn from his obscurity we see that he is just what each one of us ought to be.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

"They gathered manna every morning."

This is from Charles Haddon Spurgeon.

Labour to maintain a sense of thine entire dependence upon the Lord's good will and pleasure for the continuance of thy richest enjoyments. Never try to live on the old manna, nor seek to find help in Egypt. All must come from Jesus, or thou art undone for ever. Old anointings will not suffice to impart unction to thy spirit; thine head must have fresh oil poured upon it from the golden horn of the sanctuary, or it will cease from its glory.

To-day thou mayest be upon the summit of the mount of God, but He who has put thee there must keep thee there, or thou wilt sink far more speedily than thou dreamest. Thy mountain only stands firm when He settles it in its place; if He hide His face, thou wilt soon be troubled. If the Saviour should see fit, there is not a window through which thou seest the light of heaven which He could not darken in an instant.

Joshua bade the sun stand still, but Jesus can shroud it in total darkness. He can withdraw the joy of thine heart, the light of thine eyes, and the strength of thy life; in His hand thy comforts lie, and at His will they can depart from thee. This hourly dependence our Lord is determined that we shall feel and recognize, for He only permits us to pray for "daily bread," and only promises that "as our days our strength shall be." Is it not best for us that it should be so, that we may often repair to His throne, and constantly be reminded of His love?

Oh! how rich the grace which supplies us so continually, and doth not refrain itself because of our ingratitude! The golden shower never ceases, the cloud of blessing tarries evermore above our habitation. O Lord Jesus, we would bow at Thy feet, conscious of our utter inability to do anything without Thee, and in every favour which we are privileged to receive, we would adore Thy blessed name and acknowledge Thine unexhausted love.


I find myself many days trying to live on the old manna- the wisdom I've gathered in another day. Without the daily gathering of my Lord, His Word, His wisdom. We get married and have children and we place the study of God's Word and the time we spend with Him down the clothesline after the laundry. Instead of leaning on Him we lean on the old manna and soon we discover that life is spoiling. But never fear! He is assured us that if we "Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge HIM, and HE will make your paths straight." And "HE will not let your foot slip— HE who watches over you will not slumber"

Monday, July 14, 2008

Washer Update

Our new Whirlpool 9200 series has been working for several days now and I thought it was a good time to give it a review.

The many web searches we did before purchasing this model warned that front loaders tended to shake the house while in the spin cycle. Even the delivery man warned that he had picked up several for returns because the folk didn't like the shaking. I am very glad to say that ours doesn't shake AT ALL! The old one shook the dishes in the living room on occasion but this one is very well behaved.

The load capacity is much better. It washes several more things than the old one and does a better job of it too. Only problem is the dryer, which is not new, can not hold all the clothes.

My only complaint is not really a complaint, more of a disappointment- all of the web sites said that front loaders spin very fast therefore the clothes come out almost dry cutting dryer time by half. I haven't found this to be the case with ours. Yes, they are dryer but not a great deal so.

Overall I am thrilled with the machine. It runs almost silently- a welcome relief in a house with 4 young children! And it washes a lot of clothes- another relief considering these same children have access to a muddy creek!

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Footprints in the Sand


Many years ago when I was about 7 my family went to Oklahoma for the funeral one of my uncles. While there we visited for hours with Mom's family and toured around the town where she was born. One day while at my Aunt Olive's home my Uncle Edgar showed me his "book of poems". This book was a large three ring binder chock full of poems. Whenever Uncle Edgar found a poem he fancied he would recopy it and place it in this binder. One of the poems he read to me was "Footprints in the Sand". I liked it a lot and copied it down to begin my own book of poems. However, being a young child I thought that when he said this was "my book of poems" he meant just that, these were HIS poems.

Imagine my surprise several years later when I saw "Footprints" in a local Christian bookstore. I was shopping in a mall with a friend and ran over to the store. "Look! Look! That's my uncle's poem!" She was dubious and turns out she had a good reason to be, it was signed "anonymous".

Well now I thought I could help those poor folk out, after all I knew who wrote it and could even give them his address! Fortunately my mother was also with us and she explained things a little better. I turned red-faced and we left the mall.

Despite this beginning "Footprints" is still a favorite of mine and I want to share it with you. The picture is of my son's wet footprints as he emerged from the baptismal.


Footprints in the Sand

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.

In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.

This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,

“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”

Washing Away Your Money

Here I go again!

My other blog has decided to have serious log in issues (wrong email account) so I have begun this new one. It's no big deal really because there were only two posts on the other one, however I don't feel like going into introductions all over again so I'll just say "Hi" for now. You can find out about us as the blog progresses.

Now on to the post....

This last weekend was a busy one as all July fourths are. There's the yard, all 3 acres, to mow. There's the food to prepare and then there's the cleaning. Ah, yes, the cleaning. The house, the yard, the pool, the grill... well you get it, our compound is the hub of operations on most holidays.
I call it a compound because we live next door to my in-laws. No, it's not a high security kinda compound, it's a compound in the same sense as the Kennedy family compound. We have several acres separating the houses and it's this land that hosts our 4th of July picnic every year. This year it rained but not so much that we had to cancel the cooking and not so much that the fireworks were delayed.

After the weekend of fun and because I had cleaned so well before it, I had several days of no laundry. For all you folk who don't have children this is called a miracle! Then on Monday night I realized that my miracle was turning into a bathtub full of dirty clothes so on Tuesday I began the chore of washing and hanging laundry.

And that's when it happened... Right there in the middle of a load of whites the washing machine died.

I peered into the thing as it made it's awful grinding noise and knew that 12 years and four children with access to a creek had brought it to it's breaking point. Poor thing. It had worked valiantly for us and now it was gone. I spun the knob to spin and, bless the thing, it drained! I was so thrilled! No messy hoses running out the door! But alas, what was I to do? There was still laundry to be done.

It was at this moment that my husband came home.

I explained our awful plight and he went right to work. He spent the next few hours searching the internet for washers- what did we do before the internet??? After a while I checked on his progress and there they were, front loaders, on the screen.

"No honey, we don't want one of those. I've never used one of those before and they look like they'll leak all over the place."

Over the next few minutes my husband explained the why. We are starting on a new house soon. A house that will be off grid. And off grid means alternative energy and that means energy effeceint appliances. So that means front loaders.

Believe it or not but front loading washing machines use only 16 gallons of water verses the 30-40 gallons used by the traditional top loaders. And they consume less power at the same time! UNFORTUNATELY THEY COST TWICE AS MUCH. No wonder people are slow to switch to using less energy, it takes a lot more cash!

Instead of a nice $400 washing machine I just purchased a $800 one UUUGGGHHH!!!

There are a lot of other things I can think of to spend that money on... like food and gas and doctor bills... double UUUGGGHHH!!!

The man comes tomorrow to install the thing and I will get my first try at front loaders. It doesn't seem fair somehow that doing the laundry should cost so much... where is that wash board??