Tag Archives: Michael Hudson

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/

“This is Los Angeles: Your Blue Chip Market, 1954”

Thorstein Veblen took as a major theme, in his major career as America’s major economist, the prevailing land value scheme that was both cause and consequence of the settling of the U.S. West: Competitive Civic Boosterism.

Click for some relevant Veblen scholarship (2012) from the excellent Michael Hudson: http://www.levyinstitute.org/pubs/wp_729.pdf

Henry George died in New York; but Veblen was among those lucky American economists who chose to die in California (near Menlo Park, August 3, 1929, weeks before “Wall Street Laid An Egg,” and begat the Great Depression.) In honor of Veblen’s passing, I post an astonishingly giddy, but quite prototypical, LA-booster video, from 1954.

A half-hour of heaven, or horror, for locals. But it helps us understand why LA is…LA. The film’s joy in natural destruction and cheerleading for growth-past-limits, “…world leadership…” invites a Veblenian critique of our city, and the general All-American boosterism of the 1950s.

Click for the most egregiously over-the-top LA boosterism video you’ve ever seen. A document of the time when the post-War cancer of automotive sprawl, began the begat.