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Speaking of Cathay, Speaking of Trade, Speaking of Hudson…

Replica of De Halve Maen.

in 1609 Hudson was an unremarkable English seaman working for Dutch masters, doing the unremarkable (to them) English/Dutch sailing captain’s job of finding the Northwest Passage to Fabled Cathay. He failed of course but everybody did at that job, and they didn’t mind; they kept hiring him anyway. In the short and medium term, the real job of these voyages was the job of finding new wijk ports to extend the English-Dutch common trading network. As we know, Hudson’s inestimable success was in finding the Valley that bears the River that today bears his name. The North River, as the Dutch called it, has a perfect configuration for a wijk, or indeed, for many. It has deep harbors in a wide central bay at its mouth; for a long way upriver, there are vigorous tides for the effortless ebb and flow of traffic; and it is directly adjacent to willing and eager trading partners. The City, the cities, built on this estuary made the Hudson River the New Money River in the world, supplanting the Rhine. Hudson didn’t build New York, but he and his men did bring back plenty of extraordinarily soft beaver pelts. In Mokum they sold for a pretty stuiver soon after landing, to the keen-eyed merchants who crowded the Damraak and maybe slipped the Half Moon sailors and stevedores a little something to get a peek into their cargo. Several of those merchants immediately chartered ships of their own, and there were Dutch traders smoking with Mohawks at Albany and Raritans on Staten Island from 1610. What made the amazing pelts so soft, what made them valuable, what gave them the perfectly trimmed nap, was that they had previously been worn by the Indians as their clothing. The most important and successful wijk trading city of them all, was built on carving the percent out of dealing in the Native Americans’ own second-hand jewelry and their own second-hand rags. Both industries, of course are still huge in New York. But if we take the Half Moon as a metaphor — Hudson certainly did find a route for Dutch-English trade to illuminate, penetrate and dominate the distant hemisphere, through the traders who built in his wake. It just took The Whirligig of Time, and a Gold Rush, and a whole lot more capital, for the wijks to open the passage to Cathay.

Full Disclosure: Bait and switch. The wise homily above was merely a ruse, to get Patient Reader to click on Michael Hudson’s latest interview on Nakedcapitalism.com. It is a sharp non-jargony reading of the China Question. He is that rare economist in America who actually seems to know and follow, and who cares about, where China is actually at…versus, where America is at, and how where we’re at is so far out into the Swamp of Ignorance, that the rest of the world has not only stopped following, but has given up even waving and calling out from the shoreline. Hudson explains why America’s plutocracy is just not where it’s at, for China, or the world, or the wijks, anymore. In other words, Hudson explains why China has de-monetized the Money River of Hudson.

Here is a link to Mr. Hudson’s excellent blog, full of the best of modern economic thought.

https://michael-hudson.com/

Embracing China

7/7 — The Night of the Celestial Lovers — Qixi Festival

In traditional Chinese astrology: on the night of the seventh of the seventh, Niulang the Cowherd (Altair) reaches across the darkness to embrace his lucky star, Zhinu the Weaver Girl (Vega).

“Niulang was an orphan who lived with his brother and sister-in-law. He was often abused by his sister-in-law. They eventually kicked him out of the house, and gave him nothing but an old cow. One day, the old cow suddenly spoke out, telling Niulang that a fairy will come, and that she is Zhinu, the heavenly weaver. It said the fairy will stay here if she fails to go back to heaven before morning. In accordance with what the old cow said, Niulang saw Zhinu, and fell in love with her, and they got married. The Emperor of Heaven, the Jade Emperor, found out about this and was furious; so he sent minions to escort the heavenly weaver back to heaven. Niulang was heartbroken and decided to chase after them. However, the Queen Mother of the West drew a Silver River (The Milky Way) in the sky and blocked his way. Meanwhile, the love between Niulang and Zhinu moved the Magpies; who built a Bridge of Magpies over the Silver River so the couple could meet. The Jade Emperor was moved by the sight, and allowed this couple to meet on the Magpie Bridge once a year on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. That was the origin of the Qixi Festival.”

— Thus Spoke Wikipedia

http://www.blackagendareport.com/index.php/index.php/message-peace-movement-summary-new-cold-war-china

The New Cold War between the West and China, as Danny Haiphong rightly dubs it, is a disgrace. Click above for his barn-burner of an essay. The sudden whiplash-turn of the National Security State back to Full Tactical Alert On the Threat of China, has amplified indeed weaponized, Pres. Trump’s lazy scattershot calumnies. This isn’t good. The chicken hawks peddle sly, vague hints that somehow China is destabilizing the world, or that China is already on the warpath, a rampant aggressor on the world stage. It is assumed and then circularly re-argued, that they are bent upon nefariously stealing Americans’ future of capitalism by cheats and dodges. It’s the same old prejudice but it is keeping the MIC gravy-train going — though the Pentagon is already vomiting from gorging on the surfeit of its own indigestible sickpiles of previously gluttonized phantom wealth. What’s next, now that Afghanistan is lost?

This New Cold War is cynical and expedient; a gesture, and a Vaudevillian one — a spook-haunted arm-wave from the Deep State meant to distract and decoy from the fact that China and the U.S. are natural allies and partners. The main-stream media children appear to have either swallowed the State Department’s rattling sabre whole; or, and/a, also, just pulled a Big Stick out of their collective ass, by their own little selves. On the wheezing Sunday talk shows, it saves both the pols and the hacks from even having to leak anymore, by endlessly answering the question their non-viewers aren’t even bothering to care to ask anymore: namely, what-the-hell is Bidenism, anyway. Turns out, it’s that He’s Tough On China. He isn’t the One Who Lost It! He told them to Knock It Off! He’s sending gunboats to the Straits of Taiwan. Look, UFO’S!


‘You’ve Got To Be Taught’ The New Cold War is coincident, coincidentally, with a sharp rise in street violence against Asian-Americans. The attacks and the diplomatic fury are emotional steam valves for American people boiling and spoiling for an ugly fight with the Other. But these ignorant fights leave deep scars. A recent correspondent couldn’t recall the song from South Pacific about Anti-Asian prejudice. Hear it again, it still packs a wallop. Oscar Hammerstein took the trouble to introduce the song himself (in a newsreel celebrating “National Brotherhood Week,” believe it or not.)

youtu.be/AAls_gUhlQw

Economic justifications for bashing China or for distrusting Chinese people as a business culture, are completely non-existent, now or ever. Around the Pacific Rim and the Globe, Chinese trading colonies have been the most efficient and enterprising merchant-handlers of goods in world history. And remember, they’re not even Communists any more, folks, remember? They’re not communists, whatever that might mean today, any more than English are Monarchists whatever that might mean today. That is, psts..psst…they aren’t really anymore. China is our Number One trading partner, manufactory of all our bling, and they own the notes on most of our increasingly worthless, rapidly deflating, paper money. The only threat, really, is that they’ll dump all those debt-junked petrodollars one day soon for a rational trading currency of their own, and…glug glug glug for the American Dream, whatever that might mean today.

ON GOLD MOUNTAIN — One of the most remarkable family and social histories I’ve ever read is Lisa See’s story of her Chinese-Anglo California family, which started in America around the time of the Gold Rush, 1856. Hilarious, shocking, it offers wide windows on revealing subjects — like how really-existing global economics operate at family level, across decades — and the roots of American and Chinese mutual prejudice. Only skim some pages for nuggets that suggest the gold buried in See’s story.