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In which we meet Mr. Sharpe and his staff and Niall tells the truth perhaps at
some cost. He was rather portly and wore what looked like a silk suit under a
flowing cape. He had a carnation in his buttonhole and his shoes shone with an
almost inner glow. He had a large ring on his left hand that must have had over
two carats of diamonds around a large ruby. He walked into the classroom, saw
the chair behind the table, snorted and gestured to someone in the hallway. An
older man in a chauffeur’s uniform pushed in on a dolly a rather large
reclining chair and positioned it beside the table.
“Thanks, Reggie. That should do,” he said and the man in uniform
took the dolly with him as he left.
Rotating his large paunch toward the class, he seemed to examine each of the
expectant faces before him, then grimaced and turned toward the chair. “Open” he
said seeming to address the chair. It obediently tilted itself toward him and
rose up to receive his considerable bulk. He leaned back into the leather covered
cushions and the chair gently adjusted its position until his movements indicated
satisfaction. For a moment he closed his eyes and seemed about to take a nap.
Then he roused himself, tilted slightly forward and addressed the class.
“I am Mr. Sharpe. I’ll never be a payer. I earned my wealth and
I don’t intend to ever give it up. But I know how the payer organization
works and you need to know as well.
“The payer organization is both a bureaucracy and a free market. Until
you understand how it can be both of these things at the same time you’ll
never understand it.”
He smacked his lips a couple of times, sighed, and continued.
“How is it a bureaucracy? It has a hierarchical structure composed of
offices. That is the essence of bureaucracy. There is a considerable division
of labor within the organization.” He seemed to be reciting by rote something
memorized and his tone became lower and quieter. “Most Payers are rather
highly specialized. Their actions are coordinated by those above them in the
hierarchy. Some of the people in this hierarchy are not Payers, of course,
but their skills are needed to operate the hierarchy. Where possible, Payers
do the administrative work, still called paper shuffling, even though there
is little actual paper left in administration.”
He gave a slight smile and lowered his gaze from the ceiling to which it had
slowly migrated. He smacked his lips again and licked them slightly. This time
the sigh was even larger, puffing his cheeks.
“You can call the payer organization offices and someone answers the
phone. You can ask questions and get information. You can praise or complain.
There are buildings of payer offices, though most Payers don’t have offices.”
He paused again in his rather dry lecture. One hand rubbed his belly for a
moment. “Reggie?”
“Right here, sir,” came from the hallway and Reggie reappeared
now wearing what appeared to be the garb of a bartender from the 1890’s,
complete with apron and garter belts holding his sleeves. He carried in one
hand a small table and in the other a tall, elegant glass and a brown bottle
with beads of moisture beginning to condense on its surface. In a few seconds,
Reggie had placed the table beside Mr. Sharpe, and placed the glass and bottle
side by side on the table within easy reach. Then he took a bottle opener from
his pocket and placed it next to the still sealed bottle and left the room.
Mr. Sharpe looked achingly at the goods on the table, then turned resolutely
away.
“From just looking at the offices and watching what goes on there you
would never know that the people involved were Payers except for the way they
dress. But these bureaucrats oversee a tremendous information processing and
communications organization.” His gaze wandered back to the bottle then
away again to the class. “Billions of facts are processed daily around
the clock. They keep track of all the luxury items in the economy and most
of the capital goods. They keep track of most of the people as producers and
all the people as consumers, including the Payers.”
He smacked his lips a couple more times, glanced furtively at the bottle and
continued.
“The hierarchy is a huge locus of power within the economy, somewhat
similar to but much larger than any authoritarian government. The influence
of the organization extends from the highest councils of the largest enterprises
to the simplest producer of home made goods. Decisions made in the organization
influence the directions the economy will take quite strongly.”
Sitting up suddenly to an almost upright position (with the cooperation of
the chair) he suddenly barked “Do you believe that the payer organization
is a bureaucracy?”
There was a startled nodding of heads and murmurs of agreement.
“Whew. That calls for a sip, I believe.”
From his now upright position he turned eagerly toward his reward. Grasping
the bottle in his left hand and the opener in his right, he caressingly and
lovingly drew off the metal cap from the bottle. Then, returning the opener
to the table, he took the bottle in his right hand, the glass in his left,
and began the pour, a look of delight, almost rapture, on his face. The golden
liquid slipped quietly, gently, and smoothly into the bottom of the curved
glassware, curling and bubbling with delighted effervescence at its release
from captivity. Closing his eyes he brought the glass to his lips and, sighing
with pleasure, took the first sip, then a larger one. Carefully placing the
glass once again on its coaster, he turned toward the class and issued and
enormous belch.
“All right. That was the easy part,” he said leaving the class
in doubt as to whether he was referring to the beer and the belch or the explanation. “The
Payers look like an organization even down to nearly wearing a uniform. Their
offices look like offices. But they don’t look like a free market, do
they?”
A puzzled shaking of heads and murmurs of “no” was his answer.
“Are there any of you who do not know what supply and demand are? Never
mind, you probably don’t know even if you think you do. A market is a
situation in which trade takes place. Notice I did not say it was a place.
Thousands of years ago a market had a particular location. People brought to
such places what they were willing to offer and found there others with goods
to exchange. Today you don’t have to be near someone in order to give
them something or get something from them. Therefore, a market today is a situation
not a location. It’s an opportunity to exchange with other people.”
“Do Payers exchange with each other?” he asked eyeing them warily.
After a moment of hesitation there was a shaking of heads and murmurs of “no.”
He sighed hugely. He shook his head and looked to the heavens or at least
to the ceiling. Then he confronted them. “Do Payers exchange with each
other? What do they have to exchange?” he barked.
“Money?” (We will omit the name of party who gave this foolish
answer to protect the guilty.)
“You people are going to be Payers? We’ll never survive it. You’ll
destroy the economy.” Mr. Sharpe groaned in a magnificent display of
disappointment.
“Payers can’t give money to each other,” Oscar said.
“Bravo,” he said slowly clapping his hands in sarcastic applause.
“What do Payers have to exchange?” he repeated staring at them
one after another with a scowl.
“Knowledge?” Natalie offered.
“There,” he smiled serenely. “That wasn’t so hard,
was it? Knowledge, information. What must a payer have to do his job? Knowledge
and information. A payer has to be aware of benefits and costs. A payer has
to understand how things are interrelated. Could you walk out of here right
now, see some benefit, and know whom to pay and how much? I don’t think
so. You’d need a lot more information and probably more knowledge than
you have now.”
“Each of you has information and can gather more. You have knowledge
gained over the course of your respective lifetimes. Some of you know about
one or more kinds of work. You may have been a brick layer,” he said
pointing at Leyden, who giggled in response. “You may have been a secretary,” he
said directing his gaze at Niall who bowed slightly from the waist in acknowledgement,
with a grin. “You may have been a stay at home father,” he said
sighing in the general direction of Oscar, whose eyes got big. “You may
have been a farmer?” he inquired of Wendy, whose broad smile and nod
indicated he wasn’t far from wrong. Whatever things you did with your
life, you should have learned from it. You should have some understanding of
how things work. Your fellow Payers need your knowledge and understanding just
as you need theirs. When you eat at the lunchroom, you can notice what foods
people prefer and which they avoid. A few of you may have some idea of the
nutritional value of the various offerings.”
Mr. Sharpe paused, looked at the still half full glass, then reached for it
again. This drink was only a couple of swallows. He looked almost at the point
of tears as he contemplated how little of the golden liquid remained in the
glass. Then getting control of himself he resolutely turned back to the class
and continued. “If some Payers needed to know what food was eaten and
what the nutritional value of that eaten food was, you might have that information
for them. Therefore you can exchange with them, discovering from them what
you need to know and giving to them some of what they need to know.
“This is exchange, people. This is give and take. This is trade. There
is also information you need in order to coordinate your actions with the actions
of the other Payers. For example, where will your knowledge and information
be most useful to the other Payers? How much money should you have available
to pay for certain kinds of benefits? What proportion of the pay for an organization
should go to the various roles played in that organization?”
Grimacing, he went back to his bored lecturer tone and rocked his head from
side to side as he almost recited, “In a hierarchy, orders flow from
the top down. What flows back up?”
“Information,” Oscar announced trying to sound more confident
than he felt.
“Well. You’re getting better,” Mr. Sharpe sounded somewhat
surprised. “Yes. Information flows up the hierarchy. Why does information
flow up?”
“The people at the top want to know what’s happening so they can
make good decisions.” D.W. said.
“Do the people at the top get accurate information?”
Leyden said,” No. They hear what they want to hear. Their lackeys learn
to tell them just what they want to hear.”
“What else?”
Niall said, “Information acquires what you might call static along the
way. Every time information goes from person A to person B, some of it is lost
and misunderstanding creeps in. The signal to noise ratio gets worse.”
“All right,” the instructor said, taking the last sip of his tall,
cool one, now departed, “what does this mean for an organization, especially
one as big as the Payers?”
There was a painful pause as the class digested the implications of what they
had just heard. They were relieved to see Reggie reappear to take away the
table and the empty containers for it gave them time to think. Finally, Niall
said, “The people at the top who make the decisions don’t have
the information they need to make those decisions. Therefore, at best, they
are making informed guesses.”
“Therefore?” the instructor said raising an eyebrow.
Leyden said thoughtfully, “Therefore, those at the top shouldn’t
be making the decisions.”
“That seems obvious doesn’t it?” the instructor gave a beatific
smile looking, from certain angles, like an overgrown cherub in an expensive
suit.
“The people at the top should not be making the decisions,” he
continued. “So how can decisions be made if you don’t have someone
at the top making them?”
“Elections!” Clayton burst out. “Decisions can be made by
voting.”
“Good. Does the payer organization make any decisions by elections?”
“Yes. We had that in our history course,” Natalie said. “We
categorize products and services as luxuries, capital, and necessities by the
votes of samples drawn from all the Payers. We also use elections to decide
on the prices of luxuries. And ah… oh, we also use elections to decide
on the proportions of the available money to allocate to various benefits.”
Niall jumped in, “How are those votes? They’re more like surveys
or polls of the Payers. The people who design the questionnaires and who interpret
the answers can get whatever result they want. The people at the top are still
making the decisions. They just don’t want to admit it.”
“OK, Niall, let’s take these three kinds of elections or surveys
one at a time and see how they work. First was the categorizing of products
and services. This is a simple question. ‘Is this item a luxury, a necessity,
or capital?’ Do you see some way to bias that question? More importantly,
do you see some advantage to anyone for categorizing some item one way or another?”
“Sure,” Leyden put in. “If the item’s a necessity,
the Payers get to have it. That gives them an incentive to make luxuries into
necessities.”
“I think we all agree that’s true. That’s an incentive to
label all consumer goods as being necessities. How will people treat Payers
if there are few luxuries?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well, you do realize that the amount of money the Payers can pay is
determined by the amount of luxury goods and services available for sale. So
if almost every consumer good and service is a necessity, the Payers would
have almost no money to pay with. What would that do to the respect and attention
Payers now get?”
“I guess that wouldn’t be so good for us,” Leyden admitted.
“Let’s take clothes, for example. What if all clothes were labeled
necessities? How could you distinguish a payer from anybody else?”
Leyden looked quickly down at her hand-decorated stockings.
“You couldn’t,” Niall said.
“Let’s consider another, even more basic point, the proportion
of people in the population who are Payers. If people don’t have to give
up much to become a payer, then there should be a lot more people who are willing
to become Payers for the power. That could result in far too many Payers and
therefore far too little respect and power and goods, for that matter, to go
around. If too many things are labeled as necessities, there will be too many
Payers. The Payers wouldn’t like that. So they have incentives to keep
the list of necessities within bounds.
But by far the most important reason why not too many things are labeled as
necessities is that the other people in the society wouldn’t like it,” Mr.
Sharpe continued. “Payers have to live among the common people and are,
therefore, quite sensitive to how other people feel about things, especially
how they feel about Payers. The Payers fear appearing greedy.
Therefore, there’s a balance between incentives to make more things
necessities and more things luxuries. Those random samples of the Payers assure
that we come pretty close to the sentiments of the society as a whole when
those decisions are made. Reggie, please!”
Once again Reggie appeared in the doorway. This time, he appeared in the guise
of a head waiter in a luxury restaurant and in addition to a pristine white
cloth over his left arm, he carried a bowl from which there issued visible
evidence of hot water and the most enticing of aromas. He brought the tempting
prize close to Mr. Sharpe’s face and gently wafted the aroma toward his
client. Mr. Sharpe’s eyes closed slowly then snapped open. “Bread,
what breads have we?”
Reggie reached into a pocket, drew out a brown card, and handed it to Mr.
Sharpe with a small bow. Mr. Sharpe viewed it critically and made his selections.
Reggie accepted the return of the card with another small bow and departed
taking the bowl of soup with him.
Mr. Sharpe looked lingeringly after Reggie or perhaps after the soup then
turned once again to the class.
“The next kind of election is the kind that sets prices for luxury items.
This is more of a calculation in many respects, since the Payers try to set
the prices at what it costs to produce the good or service. The use of a large
sample of Payers makes use of what has been called the Delphi effect. This
is the tendency of a large sample of people to be better at predicting the
future accurately than any individual, no matter how ‘expert.’ The
questions on these surveys are ‘This is the item, these are the resources
used to create it, what should the price be?’ As you can see it’s
difficult to imagine slanting such a question in any particular direction.
Besides, the closer the Payers come to setting the price at the actual cost
of production, the more wealth there is for everyone else and the better people
will like the Payers. Therefore, there is no incentive to try to cheat in some
direction. Even the producers of the luxuries maximize their own pay if the
prices are set at production costs. Do you see?”
“Yes, sir. Your description raises quite a number of other questions,
but I do see that there is little opportunity for bias and no motivation for
attempting to bias the results,” Niall nodded.
“Moving on, then, to the last kind of election, we get the allocation
of money to various kinds of benefits. Here is where you see the most scope
for cheating, right Niall?”
“Yes, I do. Those who produce steel want more money for steel. Those
who produce cloth want more money for cloth. There must be lobbying and pressure
groups and everything.”
“But Niall, they are allocating money for kinds of benefits, not for
kinds of products. The allocations are for such things as environmental protection,
health, education, and security. How can you tell what product will help each
of those benefits? I would imagine that steel, for example, would contribute
to all of them, depending on how it is used and how it is produced. The same
thing holds for cloth. What kind of work did you do last?”
“I worked at the Los Alamos computer facility which would help everything
but before that I drove a truck for a TDP plant which mostly made oil, gas,
fertilizer and electricity,” Niall answered.
“Is there any benefit you can think of that the production of energy
would not contribute to? What benefit or benefits would you have lobbied for?”
Niall paused, then said, reluctantly, “I don’t know.”
“Now let’s suppose that the allocation is made for a month and
then something unexpected happens, like, say, a volcano erupting on the West
Coast. Do the Payers have to stick with their former decision? Do they need
permission to begin paying for benefits that were not expected to be needed
when the decision was made? Clearly the Payers’ individual decisions
will adapt and adjust to the circumstances in which they find themselves. Therefore,
the allocation of money to the various kinds of benefits is more in the nature
of the setting of policy rather than the creating of a budget.”
By this time the entire class was being distracted by the aroma of fresh baked
bread coming into the room from the hallway. Reggie and two helpers dressed
as waiters now brought in another, larger table which fitted exactly over the
large chair in which Mr. Sharpe semi-reclined. The table had a fine linen cloth
almost painfully white and was graced by silver, china, and crystal. Reggie
brought up the rear with a silver soup tureen. As he placed it on the table
in a prominent position, the others hurried out and back with containers from
which the bread aromas were issuing plus what looked like butter and a set
of jam pots. Several kinds of bread were taken from their containers and placed
about the table. Reggie picked up the ladle and the thick bowl that was in
front of Mr. Sharpe and proceeded to spoon two portions of the soup into the
bowl. Placing it before Mr. Sharpe he once again bowed slightly and withdrew.
Steam rose gently from the various foods and moisture condensed on the crystal
goblet which seemed to contain water. Niall’s stomach gurgled loudly
which broke the mood of the class into one of amusement.
Mr. Sharpe continued the presentation while selecting a bread and spreading
it with the softened butter and some of the jam.
“Do you see how these kinds of decisions can be made by payer votes
or surveys?”
“OK. I will accept that they can make meaningful decisions by these
so-called elections. At least until I can think of a reason not to,” Niall
grinned.
The instructor took a large bite of the bread, readjusted his bulk in the
recliner, then addressed the class.
“We are considering how the payer organization is both a bureaucracy
and a free market. So far we have easily observed that the organization is
a bureaucracy. But we have not seriously discussed the issue of the free market
aspects of that organization.” After a pause to address the soup with
a gentle and graceful dip of his spoon he continued. “The first step
in that direction was to point out that the organization is controlled by the
information that moves up the organization both in the sense of reporting to
superiors, which is standard operating procedure for bureaucracies, but also
in the sense of making decisions of various kinds through elections. The main
thing I want you to notice is that the organization is really controlled from
below. That is, its policies and directions and major decisions are made by
these surveys of samples of the membership. This is the mechanism by which
the free market aspects of the organization become important.”
More bread and a couple of sips of the still hot soup were enjoyed.
“A free market operates by individual traders doing what seems best
for themselves without having to take into account artificial restrictions,
limitations, and controls. Gravity is a restriction on us all, sadly,” he
said glancing down at the bulk of his midsection. “But it’s not
an artificial restriction. The enforcement of laws controlling trade is an
artificial restriction. A monopoly is an artificial restriction. Taxes are
an artificial restriction. In a free market the only thing one must take into
account is one’s own best interests. One can give when one decides it
is best and keep when one decides that is best.”
“Take the role of a producer in our economy. You provide work of some
sort. Who is able to buy your work?”
“Everyone who has money to spend,” Niall said.
“No,” Clayton said. “People with money to spend can’t
give it to you. It’s the Payers who can give you money.”
Niall felt a little hot in the cheeks.
The instructor said, “So only the Payers can give you money?”
“Of course. Niall just isn’t used to our money quite yet. He’s
only been in the country for about 6 months.” Oscar said, leaning over
to punch Niall gently on the shoulder.
“Does that mean that there is only one buyer for your work?”
“No,” Leyden said, “any of the Payers can pay you for your
work. There are millions of Payers.”
“So we have millions of Payers who buy work and millions of producers
who sell their work. Are the Payers controlled or artificially restricted in
what they buy or what they pay for it? This is a crucial question, so consider
it carefully.”
The class respectfully was quiet for a while which gave Mr. Sharpe an opportunity
to devote more attention to his soup which still needed cooling.
Niall was one of the first to hold up his hand to give an answer.
“I think we just discussed the decisions of the payer organization that
tells the Payers how much they can pay as an organization and what they are
to pay for. Therefore I would say the controls and restrictions are artificial.”
There was a pause and the instructor looked around the room with that one
raised eyebrow. Finally, Natalie said, “OK, I’ll take the other
side. I say that those controls are natural and are part of the market itself.”
The instructor raised his hand and said, “I expect full participation.
You may switch sides of the argument at will, but I want to hear well-reasoned
arguments on both sides. This is how you can show me that you understand the
payer organization and its functioning. Since the organization does make decisions
and since it is a bureaucracy, the burden of proof will be with those who contend
that the controls and restrictions are natural. Who would like to go first?
Natalie?” And he applied himself to what was left of his snack.
“We discussed in another class that the Payers are free to pay as they
want to pay. That is, they must take the consequences of their payments but
there is no law that controls their paying and there never will be, since that
would cost the legislators money.”
“If no one else has a rebuttal to that statement I will recognize Niall.
Ah, good, Clayton?”
“Just because the government doesn’t have a law or any enforcement
mechanism doesn’t mean there can’t be other sources of artificial
controls. The Payers’ organization could create artificial controls internally.
My daddy used to tell me about how the union leaders would manipulate what
were supposed to be democratic organizations.”
“Will you let that stand? Is there any reason to reject that assertion?
Come on, think. Oscar?”
“If the payer organization is to institute a control or restriction
it would have to have some way of enforcing that restriction. It would have
to have some means of punishing a payer who diverged from the others. The Payers
cannot employ force, such as corporal punishment, since that would be against
the law and other Payers would pay to have that law enforced. Thus, the only
kind of punishment that would be available would be social condemnation or
ostracism or something like that. These responses are natural, like gravity,
and not artificial, like laws.”
“Response? Clayton again.”
“But the organization could come up with rules and code them into the
computer. In fact, we’ve all taken classes in how to make a payment and
the procedures that must be followed in such cases. These are restrictions
on the Payers that are set by the organization and the computer enforces them.”
“Come on, someone besides Oscar. Yes, Wendy.”
“The computer is not restricting how much a payer can pay nor is it
controlling who can be paid so long as one is not trying to pay another payer.
The computer is more like a cash register than an enforcement agency. The computer
will not limit the decisions that the Payers make, individually or in groups,
for large payments, concerning what should be paid for or how much. Therefore,
it doesn’t restrict nor restrain trade between Payers and workers.”
“Rebuttal, anyone? Niall? Is there some way in which the payer organization
controls or restricts the payments which individual Payers or groups of Payers
can make?”
Mr. Sharpe paused, waiting for another comment and taking another bite of
his diminishing bread supply. Finally, “OK, what does restrict the size
of the payments?”
“The production of luxuries,” several voices said.
“What limits does a payer have in paying?”
“They do have a limit for individual payments but so does every trader
in a POM market. Nobody has unlimited funds,” Wendy said.
“So, from the point of view of the producer, the Payers constitute a
large market for the work producers do. Are the Payers free to buy what they
wish, so long as they stay within their budgets?”
There was general agreement.
“Does that mean that from the producer’s point of view, there
is a free market?”
“No,” Niall said forcefully. “There is no trade between
individual workers or producers and individual Payers. The workers give things
to other people and the Payers give things to the workers. That isn’t
a trade.”
“Reggie?”
“Yes, Sir?” Reggie said, appearing in the doorway looking every
inch as one would imagine a very correct butler right up to the white tie and
tails.
“My feet hurt, Reggie.”
“Right away, sir,” Reggie responded and went out the door.
“Niall, is there anything about a free market that requires that the
exchanges of goods and services must be between pairs of people? Can there
not be an exchange in which person A gives something to person B and person
B gives something to person C and person C gives something to person A? That’s
a three party exchange in which each party is giving something and each party
is getting something but there’s no direct exchange between any two of
them. If there are no artificial restrictions on that exchange, wouldn’t
that be an example of a free market at work?”
“But it isn’t trade,” Niall maintained.
Reggie reappeared not quite so correctly dressed with a waistcoat (tasteful
though not subdued) and white gloves followed by what looked to be a Balinese
dancing girl by her costume though without the rings and long fingernails.
She carried what appeared to be a carpetbag.
“But is it a market and is it free? If people are exchanging goods and
services freely, isn’t that situation a free market?”
Reggie moved the table aside and knelt at Mr. Sharpe’s feet, gently
removed his shoes. Then he carefully drew off the socks that covered the feet.
“You can call it whatever you like but it isn’t trade. Trade is
between two parties, just two. It isn’t a merry-go-round of gifts or
whatever you call them,” Niall said trying to ignore the operations at
the feet of the instructor.
“We’ll call it a free market then. Next consider a free market
in a POM economy. You will have to imagine a hypothetical free market there,
since there are no industrial economy free markets that use physical object
monies. In every case, there are both formal restrictions like laws and informal
and often illegal restrictions like monopolies and cartels. So in a POM free
market the producer brings something to market to trade. If it’s a product,
the producer will offer it for sale, presumably at the prevailing market price
or a little higher, and wait to see if anyone is willing to offer that much
money for his particular product. If no one does, the producer may reduce the
asking price. If someone does offer the asked-for price, a trade of money for
goods may take place.”
By this time Reggie had taken the table with the remains of Mr. Shape’s
light repast from the room and the young woman had opened her bag and withdrawn
several small bottles and jars.
“In our economy, the payer is in the position of the POM consumer in
the sense that the payer enters the market with money to offer for a certain
kind of benefit, presumably at the prevailing market amount for that benefit.
If no producer is willing to provide that benefit, then the payer may decide
to increase the amount that she is willing to pay. Do you see the parallels
here? Do you see how the payer and the producer each have choices in how to
invest their respective resources? The producer can invest his work in the
production of any benefit he chooses. The payer can invest his money in any
producer he chooses.”
The woman had made her selections from among the items in front of her and
opening one, she put a small quantity of something that smelled exotic in her
palm, placed her other palm over it for a few moments, then with her fingertips
she began to apply the material to the soles of Mr. Sharps feet. The strokes
were slow and light.
“Wait. This isn’t the same at all,” Niall burst out. “The
payer doesn’t come to an agreement with the producer on how much the
producer will be paid for the benefit. There is no contract between them. The
producer doesn’t even know for sure which payer will pay him or whether
he will be paid at all. The Payers are not required to pay him, even if he
deserves it. The producer is totally at the mercy of the Payers. And when the
Payers do pay, the producer cannot very well take back his work and say that
he isn’t willing to do that work for that little amount of money. It
isn’t like the POM free market at all.”
Next the girl took a jar from which she dipped a small quantity of a white
cream which again she warmed between her hands before applying it to the tops
of Mr. Sharpe’s feet. The scent from the crème was hardly noticeable
but reminded one of tropical flowers.
“You’re right, Niall, that the markets are not identical. But
they are not as different as you appear to believe. The Payers do pay after
the fact, just like the businesses that pay commissions or the stores that
accept things for sale on consignment. If a salesman doesn’t sell any
of the product, he doesn’t get paid, just like a worker today whose efforts
don’t provide any net benefit. If an artist places several of his pictures
with a gallery and the pictures don’t sell, then the artist gets no money.
In neither case is there a contract saying that the salesman will have a certain
income just for trying to sell nor a contract that the artist will be paid
for having produced paintings even though no one wants them. Do you see those
parallels?”
“Sure, but so what? That still doesn’t make the Payers and the
producers a free market. They aren’t a market at all because there are
no trades,” said Niall, ‘the rock.’
By now the woman was massaging Mr. Sharpe’s foot, pressing firmly with
her thumbs on the sole and flexing and bending it in a variety of directions.
“Yet the producers get money for the work they do just like in a free
market, right?”
“No. In a free market the producers are paid by their customers. In
this economy they are paid by the Payers. It’s not the same.”
“If you work in a large business in a POM economy, who is paying you?
For that matter, who is the owner?”
“The company pays me. It doesn’t matter who the owner is. It’s
probably a lot of people who own stock in the company.”
“So the Payers correspond to the company, don’t they? The company
pays you through its representatives in the payroll department just like the
payer organization pays you through its individual representatives. The money
doesn’t belong to the Payers just like the guys in payroll don’t
own the money they distribute. The stockholders who do collectively own the
money you’re given, don’t even know what you’ve done to deserve
it. So you can’t really say that you’re doing any kind of direct,
person-to-person trade with them. Yet you are exchanging your work for their
money. That sounds very much like a worker being paid by Payers to me.”
“You will notice that the company was given the characteristics of a
person by the law. Therefore, before the law, it is still two people trading
directly with each other.” Niall felt that he was on a roll and he was
becoming used to the woman’s presence at the feet of Mr. Sharpe.
“All right, let’s try another approach. In a POM free market,
the participants each give up some things and get some things. In each exchange
the trader can agree to the trade or reject the trade. There exists no authority
to deny one the opportunity to bargain with whomever one likes. You may not
get the trades you want but that would be because the other traders rejected
your offers not because some outside agency prevented them. Do you agree with
this description of a POM free market?”
Having finished her massaging the woman beckoned toward the doorway. Reggie
reappeared still in his valet costume, with a large bowl and a fluffy white
towel over his arm.
“Yes. That sounds right to me.” Niall acknowledged.
“In our economy, people also give up things and get things. When people
give up things in our economy, do they get to choose what to give up? Have
you seen any case of someone having their property taken by some authority?
I know that there is still occasionally theft and armed robbery but have you
seen anything taken by force by any agency of the society?”
Reggie commenced to wash and dry Mr. Sharpe’s feet.
“No and I must agree that I haven’t heard of any cases either.
I’ve been in a couple of situations in which I was expecting property
to be taken by the authorities and it was not,” Niall said magnanimously.
“Have you spent money in our economy?” the instructor asked.
“Yes, I have done so several times.”
“Were there any restrictions on what you could buy imposed by any payer
or other third party?”
Niall was now on the horns of a dilemma. If he told the truth about the judge’s
sentence of no more alcohol he would have to reveal that he was not actually
here to become a payer. On the other hand he really didn’t want to lie
to these people many of whom had become his friends.
After a brief pause for thought he decided to tell the truth. “Yes there
are. I committed an assault while under the influence of alcohol. The judge
gave me a choice of sentences. The one I accepted involved not drinking again
while in the court’s jurisdiction. Therefore, I am restricted to Non-alcoholic
beverages by the court.” Niall thought he might have heard a few small
gasps behind him from one or more of the other students.
“But you were given a choice of sentences and some of the choices involved
your buying alcohol, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then you chose to stop buying alcohol,” the instructor continued.
“Yes.”
“Therefore I ask if you know of any other case in which some authority
limited your choices of what to buy?”
“Not that I recall.”
“Then would you say that you are free to buy what you like with your
money.”
“I guess so.”
“So in our economy, you give what you choose and buy what you choose.
Is that also true in a POM free market?” the instructor asked.
“Yes and you have a lot more choices of things to buy in the POM free
market. Here you can’t buy capital or necessities,” Niall pointed
out.
With clean feet, Reggie drew on a fresh pair of socks and replaced the patent
leather shoes which had been warmed and brought in by one of the former waiters.
“Do you have to accept capital or necessities if they’re offered
to you in our economy?”
“Well, no.”
“Do you have to offer anyone capital or necessities, even if they really
need them?”
Niall remembered Jean in court trying to demand that he be allowed to live
in the unoccupied house. “No.”
“So those changes of possession are free as well even if they are not
direct trades?”
“I suppose so,” Niall conceded.
“So whether there are actual trades in your way of thinking about it,
all the transfers of goods and services from one person to another in our economy
are done freely and without coercion being involved in any way?” The
instructor closed in for the kill.
“Yes, I suppose they are. At least I haven’t been coerced or threatened
by anyone since I got back in this country.”
“Then whatever you choose to call our way of exchanging goods and services,
the exchanges are all free. Now I suggest to you that most people would be
willing to call that a free market. I further suggest to you that the same
forces that shape a POM free market also shape the relationships between Payers
and those they pay. Supply and demand rules in both cases.
Tomorrow we will explore that aspect. You might do some thinking about supply
and demand, Niall, before our next class. I find that your objections are making
these issues much clearer to the others.
Dismissed. Open!” to his chair which brought him into an upright position.
He leaned forward onto his feet, turned, and strode out the door with a swirl
of his cape.
Behind him Niall turned to look at his classmates. No one would meet his eyes.
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