The Bare Minimum

By Jim Hagarty
2016

Some people in the U.S. are alarmed at the called for a $15 minimum wage although it has actually been brought in in a few places and the earth hasn’t opened up and swallowed anyone. The truth is, if the minimum wage had kept pace with everything else over the years, it would be well into the $20 range.

Consider these facts.

In 1968, the minimum wage was $1.60. That’s $10.71 in 2013 dollars.
In 1976, the minimum wage was $2.30. That’s $9.42 in 2013 dollars.
In 1983, the minimum wage was $3.35. That’s $7.84 in 2013 dollars.
In 1991, the minimum wage was $4.25. That’s $7.27 in 2013 dollars.
In 1997, the minimum wage was $5.55. That’s $7.47 in 2013 dollars.
In 2012, the minimum wage was $7.25. That’s $7.36 in 2013 dollars.
In 2014, the minimum wage was $7.25. That’s $7.22 in 2013 dollars.
In 2015, the minimum wage was $7.25. That’s $7.03 in 2013 dollars.

The minimum wage has gone down by $3.68 or 34% since 1968.

I don’t have the figures in front of me, but the other side of the equation is the rapid rise in the wealth created for those at the top over the same period. Off the top of my head, where the CEO in the ’60s might have made 25 times the amount earned by the lowest wage earner he employed, that figure now can be as high as several hundred times as much. In effect, those should be called maximum wages and no one complains about them.

Politicians and business people are shocked at the anger being expressed by voters these days. But should they be? With some politicians scheming to destroy the meager safety nets that are in place, they seem intent on lighting the fuse.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.