The light at the end of the tunnel. Matt Ridley



Matthew Parris hit a nerve last Saturday with his argument that we have lived beyond our means and must now expect to have to work harder and be 25 per cent poorer. It resonated with me as well as many readers. He cut through all the detail of debt, default and deficits to extract an essential truth. The West has run a pyramid scheme, spending borrowed capital to boost current living standards. From pensions to mortgages, from public spending to consumer extravagance, the reckoning has arrived.

All true, but here are a few thoughts to cheer you, and Matthew, up. First, the money was ultimately borrowed from those who had net assets, mostly the Chinese. Allowing for a few mathematical wrinkles, the world cannot be in debt — though given half a chance Goldman Sachs would surely find a way to arrange a loan from the Martians. So the world economy as a whole cannot be a pyramid scheme.

And the world economy as a whole has continued to grow: it shrank by just 0.6 per cent in 2009 then rebounded upward by 5 per cent in 2010, according to the IMF. The last four years have been rotten ones for us, but good ones for Chinese, Indians, Brazilians, even Africans. Nigeria is growing at 9 per cent a year.

Much of Africa, having stagnated in the 1980s and 1990s, has begun growing like an Asian tiger, incrementally raising life expectancy and living standards, inexorably cutting birthrates and poverty. Since Africa holds many of the world’s poorest people, this is great news for anybody who cares about humanity as a whole. There is a long way to go, but the pessimists who said that Africa could never emulate Asia are increasingly being proved wrong.

Cold comfort for Britons, you say? Asian tigers have eaten our lunch: if African lions are joining the feast, what hope have we? A lot, actually. Sure, we could have grown faster too if we had borrowed less and trained engineers rather than community outreach co-ordinators. But trade is not a zero-sum game. Other people getting richer means more customers for our goods and services. Some European exports to China, ranging from insurance to perfume, are booming. Asian airlines are ordering Airbuses as if they were pizzas.

There is an opportunity there to be grasped.

Besides, a decade of stagnation while we pay down (or default on, or inflate away) our debts, if that is what we face, does not mean a decade of technological stagnation. The 1930s brought a rash of innovations — from neoprene to nylon, from Lego to Biro, from sliced bread to television — that made life better and so will the 2010s. Economic growth works by shaving seconds off the time you must work to afford something you want, freeing you to spend that spared time satisfying a new need. The more we work for each other, and the more we amplify our productivity with gadgets and gas, the more wants we can each satisfy.

Take last week’s news that Blackpool is sitting on a truly gigantic gas field, now accessible thanks to new technology. Cheap, clean, relatively low-carbon shale gas can cut the costs of electricity, transport and manufacturing, as it has started to do in America already. That will lower the costs of goods and services, freeing consumers to afford more of them, which creates jobs and raises living standards. (And it makes the increasing of fuel poverty and desecration of landscapes by wind farms unnecessary.)

Think of technological change this way. Even if you time-travelled back to 1980 with your modern salary, and found yourself far richer than most people, you still could not find wheeled suitcases, mobile-phone signals, hepatitis C vaccines or decaf mocha lattes on the high street. Likewise, time-travel forward to a prosperous 2040 without a wage increase and you might find yourself relatively poor. But think of the products you could find there, some of them supplied by newly rich and inventive Africans. Other people getting rich means other people working to invent things for you.

This is why Matthew Parris is wrong to say that the free market does not guarantee growth — at least for the world as a whole. The expansion of specialisation and exchange around the world will all but guarantee the world a steady stream of innovations that raise living standards. It is our job to make sure that we can grab our share of those benefits.

If Britain continues to live beyond its means, and continues to pick losers such as wind power and (God forbid) Miliband-defined “producers”, then we will indeed slip down the economic league table. We could even be stupid enough to emulate North Korea or Somalia and achieve absolute decline, missing out on the new ideas, services and goods that the world will be making. But that would require heroic efforts of collective madness that are surely beyond even us. Aren’t they?

So it is only half the story to say that we need to get back to work if we are to work off the debt and afford the lifestyle we thought we already had. In the long run it is more positive than that. If we get back to work, productively, there is a gigantic opportunity — to sell enough goods and services to the consumers of the world so that we can afford to buy all the wonderful things they could supply us in return. That’s how we can double our real per capita income yet again, as we have already done three and half times since 1830.

Prosperity is not a heap of assets. It is a system of efficient supply and demand. Remember what Lord Macaulay said about the aftermath of the South Sea Bubble: “If any person had told the Parliament which met in perplexity and terror after the crash in 1720 that in 1830 the wealth of England would surpass all their wildest dreams ... that stage coaches would run from London to York in 24 hours, that men would be in the habit of sailing without wind, and would be beginning to ride without horses, our ancestors would have given as much credit to the prediction as they gave to Gulliver’s Travels. Yet the prediction would have been true.”


Choques entre soldados y desertores dejan varios muertos en Siria



La revuelta popular en Siria, lejos de calmarse, está ganando ímpetu, a pesar de los intentos del Gobierno de Bachar el Asad de retomar el control con mano férrea de varias zonas del país. Hoy, las manifestaciones en contra del régimen de El Asad han continuado sin pausa mientras que sus soldados siguen enzarzados en enfrentamientos que comenzaron hace tres días con insurgentes y desertores en el centro de la nación.
Según la agencia estatal de noticias siria, siete soldados y policías leales a El Asad han muerto en una operación contra la resistencia armada en Rastan. Los rebeldes elevan la cifra 11. "Las unidades responsables han infligido grandes pérdidas a los grupos armados terroristas", ha informado la agencia, citando a un portavoz militar. "La confrontación resultó en la muerte de siete integrantes del personal, entre ellos dos agentes, y causó heridas a 32, entre ellos siete oficiales, dos del Ejército y policías de seguridad", ha agregado.

Pedro Goiri, camarero de Guecho, y Alfonso Vilariño, policía municipal de Amorebieta



Víctimas:

Pedro Goiri Rovira tenía 23 años y era natural de Santurce. Estaba casado con María del Carmen Jiménez Vargas y tenía un hijo de seis meses. Su mujer también estaba empleada en el Bar La Pianola, donde Pedro había empezado a trabajar mes y medio antes de ser asesinado por ETA.


Alfonso Manuel Vilariño Orce, de 49 años, era natural de El Ferrol. Estaba casado y tenía cuatro hijos con edades comprendidas entre los 14 y los 9 años. Durante nueve años fue subjefe de la Policía Municipal en Durango. En 1976 pasó a Amorebieta como cabo. La víctima había sidoamenazada por ETA en otras ocasiones. Unos meses antes de su asesinato, el vehículo que acababa de aparcar en la parte trasera del Ayuntamiento fue ametrallado sin que ningún disparo llegara a alcanzarle. Durante algún tiempo había sido guardaespaldas del anterior alcalde, al que se consideraba próximo a la extrema derecha y que tuvo que abandonar la localidad tras ser también amenazado por ETA. La viuda de Alfonso comentó que estaba muy preocupado por su situación, por lo que había solicitado el traslado.

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Am I a Murderer? Testament of a Jewish Ghetto Policeman by Calel Perechodnik. Jeanna R. Collins


Am I a Murder?: Testament of a Jewish Ghetto Policeman (the original title is “A History of a Jewish Family During German Occupation”) by Calel Perechodnik is an interesting account by a twenty-seven year old ghetto policeman in Otwock, a town near Warsaw. Perechodnik began his memoir on May 7, 1943, while hiding in the home of a Polish woman in Warsaw. The memoir, which is primarily a confession of the guilt he feels for his responsibility in bringing about the deportation of his wife and two year old daughter and their subsequent death in Treblinka, is unique among Holocaust testimonies and is extremely thought provoking. Perechodnik’s account shares his profound sense of guilt for his inability to save his wife and child although that was the primary reason for his decision to become a ghetto policeman in early 1941. His description of the deportation on August 19, 1942, at the Umschlagplatz is chilling. The picture of his wife and daughter, sitting with the other victims as he carries out his duties, creates a surreal, circus-like scene that is intensified as he loads his boxcars. In relation to the previously mentioned comments by Viktor Frankl about the freedom of individuals in making decisions, it is interesting to compare the choices of Perechodnik, who carries out his duties at the Umschlagplatz, and his friend and fellow officer Abram Willendorf, who removes his police armband and joins his family in their wait for death. Perechodnik mentions several times his admiration for Willendorf, as well as for Janusz Korczak, who chose to die with the children under his care, but, sorrowfully, confesses that his fear of death prevented him from making the right decision.

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Source: Jordi Ainaud.