The sad thing about the street disturbances and widespread strikes in Greece is that they will will only worsen the situation for the most weak and the most vulnerable in society. Frustration at governments that make ordinary people pay for the breathtaking arrogance of those who brought about the international crisis is compounded by the knowledge that there is not a thing that ordinary people can do about it.
Lines from Sebastian Faulks’ A Week In December capture the monstrous injustice of a world where the poor must pay to bail out the rich
‘What happened,’ said Roger, ‘is that investment banks and hedge funds created ever more arcane instruments which they could flog to one another in a completely false market. Because it was over the counter, in private, the regulator couldn’t see it. Then they could sell an inverted iceberg of bets on the likelihood of the original instruments defaulting. They were able to account a notional profit on the balance sheet on all this Alice-in-Wonderland crap and so pay themselves gargantuan bonuses.’
Other conversations along the table were dying out as people began to sense drama or blood.
Veals smiled thinly. ‘I’m afraid it’s rather more complicated than that.’
‘Do you know what?’ said Roger. ‘It really isn’t. It’s a fraud as old as markets themselves. The only difference is that it’s been done on a titanic scale. At the invitation of the politicians. Behind the backs of the regulators and with the dumb connivance of the auditors. And with the fatal misunderstanding of the ratings agencies.’
‘That’s a cute story,’ said Veals. ‘But financial life is more-‘
‘No, it isn’t,’ said Roger, his voice growing louder. ‘Do you know how high a million dollars in $100 bills would come up off the table, tightly packed? I’ll tell you. Four and a half inches. And do you know how far a trillion reaches?’
‘Yes. I can work it out.’ John Veals paused only for a moment.
The whole table was now watching and listening as his fabled mental arithmetic went to work. ‘Seventy-one miles.’
‘Correct,’ said Roger. ‘That’s how much has been misappropriated or mislaid. And all of it will have to be paid back before the world can move on. Every inch of the tightly packed seventy one miles. Over a period of – how long would you say? Five years? Ten? And it won’t be paid back by people like you, John, you or the bankers, because I don’t suppose you pay tax, do you?’
‘I pay what I’m legally required to pay.’
‘I think we can take that as a no,’ said Roger. ‘And the misdemeanours of the bankers will be paid for by millions of people in the real economy losing their jobs. And in paper money, the trillion will be repaid in higher tax on people who have no responsibility for its disappearance. And the little tossers in the investment banks who’ve put away their two and three and four million in bonuses each year over ten years … They’ll hang on to it all. And they of course will be the only ones who won’t pay back a coin. which is bloody odd when you come to think of it. Because really they ought to be in prison.’
”That’s enough, Roger,’ said Amanda.
‘Why, darling?’ said Roger, sitting back in his chair, rather red in the face. ‘Is there something fundamentally wrong with that analysis?’
The most galling thing of all is that the very institutions who presided over the casino culture that led to the crisis, the ones whose staff receive payments many times the annual income of an old age pensioner, are those who now tell us that there must be austerity measures, that the poor and the sick and the vulnerable must pay for the gambling losses of the greedy.
It would be enough to make you take to the streets, were it not for the fact that it would only make things worse.