In Merrye Olde Englande many people lived as serfs, in the Middle Ages. A serf is property, usually bound to a particular piece of land; essentially a slave. Not- quite; if you want to quibble. Serfs weren't chained, though they often wore an iron collar; and they had some rights. They just weren't allowed to travel, say, more than a mile from their farm.
Geoff, our serf, was born in the wattle and daub farm cottage, and when his father died in harness Geoff became the one chiefly responsible for operating their farm. He took a mate, and they had children, to make sure the farm would continue to bear produce for the Lord.
As a reward for the family's labor, and incidentally to provide them with enough food to survive, Geoff and his family were entitled to keep 1/10th of all they raised. No, not including the pigs, don't be stupid; those belonged entirely to the Lord. But they got to keep 1/10th of the turnips; 1/10th of the barley, 1/10th of the wheat. No potatoes; this is before Columbus infected America.
The Lord's Reeve (I think that's the right name) would come around in the Spring and tell Geoff what to plant- and how much- and when. When a child became old enough for labor- the fields to be managed would be enlarged- more must be produced. Only fair. The child eats, the child must produce.
Work starts before dawn and runs to after dark. Essentially every day of the year. When not working in the crops, there are the pigs and geese to tend, and protect from wolves, foxes, and outlaws; brushwood to gather to feed the fires in the Lord's kitchens; etc. Land to plow; by hand; fences and hedges to repair; roads to build...
The system works beautifully. Geoff has just enough food to keep his family alive. If they all work hard. And a roof. Any effort to leave the land would almost certainly result in death- or if they did manage to escape- starvation. They would have no land, no turnips, no law. Staying put is by far the best option for Geoff, and his 8 children.
The years pass. The children grow, those that survive. More are born. There are moments when it's not utterly unbearable.
The Reeve arrives on his annual visit; riding his horse, and accompanied as usual by 5 men-at-arms, on foot. He is wearing a sad face.
Geoff and his mate and family greet him; of course they are expecting the visit, and are waiting to hear what their tasks will be in the coming year.
The Reeve begins; "Great news, Geoff. Our Lord is going to war! You know that the lord to the south has been raiding our people for years- the time has come to end it!"
Geoff is mildly interested; he's heard of the raids, though they are far away, almost 5 miles. Perhaps the pigs he tends will be safer.
The Reeve continues. "Of course- war is costly. Our Lord must have more men; and they must be armed. I know we can count on your best efforts this year."
Geoff is now terrified. Will they take his sons?
"Everyone in the Lord's keeping must contribute. Geoff- this year, you must deliver the Lord's portion - and half your own, as well. This is the law."
Geoff and his mate are stunned. The children stand by, uncomprehending- and are interested to see the tears begin to run down their mother's face. Geoff and mate know- this is a death sentence, for someone. The 1/10th they keep is barely enough to keep body and soul together as it is. Cut in half- they cannot live. Perhaps some of the children can be sold into full slavery, and saved that way. Perhaps. But they can't afford to lose the strong children, and the market for puny young ones is very poor. They don't really own their children either- the Lord does...
Like a pole-axed ox, Geoff sinks to his knees- it's not premeditated, not an act- he's facing utter catastrophe. "Please... Sir... you know us, we work hard. Every year, we've been fair to the Lord; we always deliver his share; we don't cheat and hide some, as you know others do.
"Please. We will lose our children- or we must all starve together. Please, Sir Reeve... we beg. Is there no other way; is there nothing we can do to escape starvation?"
The Reeve appears moved. "Geoff - it's true; you and your family are productive; I know you work as hard as you can; better than most. I've always considered you a good serf; I have always been as a friend to you. But what am I to do? The decree is clear. All must contribute more for the safety of the fief. I am powerless."
Geoff and mate are prostrate on the ground. "Please. Please. Must we starve? Please, Sir Reeve- Please..."
The Reeve appears uncomfortable up on his horse, and unhappy. He sends the men-at-arms away, out of earshot. "Geoff" he half whispers... "I cannot see you starve- I will turn a blind eye, as much as I can- I will do all I can, because I am your friend - I will allow you to keep 1/4th of the lord's extra portion.. if I tried to let you keep more, I would be found out, and we both would be put to death..."
Geoff and his mate are wild with joy. Instead of losing half their family's annual food supply- they will only lose 3/8ths. It's wonderful! They have escaped an incredible danger!!
"Oh!! Thank you! Thank you, Sir Reeve!! We will never forget your kindness!!" and Geoff and mate gather their family into their arms as tears, now of joy, run down their faces.
The Reeve, most likely, had firm instructions from the Lord to gather 1/4 of the Serfs' shares, not 1/2- he wouldn't want his serfs to become too weak to work.
Have you noticed how absolutely delighted you are to pay $3.50 for a gallon of gas? It's wonderful to have it so cheap, isn't it?
I didn't make up this Parable of the Grateful Serf - I heard it somewhere, long ago. It's an ancient- truly ancient- and well known, well studied, method of "management".
We're being "managed" folks. Or manipulated, if you wish. Good old management techniques like this is how Exxon et. al. have had staggeringly huge record-breaking profits for what, 2 years in a row, now?
It works on us all- it works on me- I'm SO grateful gas is only $3.50 - and I KNOW it's a trick. And the folks on Wall Street- are ecstatic that the Dow closed at 11,020 today. When a couple days ago, it was at 11,700.
Even the mainstream commentators are catching on- speaking up. Steven Pearlstein at the Washington Post has had several very tough things to say over the last months; in his column today, he lays it out:
"What we are witnessing may be the greatest destruction of financial wealth that the world has ever seen -- paper losses measured in the trillions of dollars."
Those are very heavy words indeed- for a business columnist at the Washington Post.
And keep in mind- not everyone is getting skinned. Some folks are getting rich- every time a dying bank is "rescued". The managers have stripped your pennies, and mine- now they are turning on each other.
It's all being managed. And the managers have known how to do it, for hundreds of years.
And like Geoff- there's really nothing you and I can do about it. The alternatives are worse. But just maybe, it could be useful to keep your eyes and mind open- and try to see what's really going on.