When More Is Less

By Jim Hagarty
2014

Here is an interesting twist. Some very wealthy people in the U.S. are apparently becoming nervous about flaunting their status so they are downplaying how rich they really are by dressing in public as just plain, ordinary Joes and Janes. I don’t know what that means but in the case of these people, at least, incredible wealth does not seem to be bringing them much of a sense of security if they have to disguise themselves in public for fear that those who have a lot less will turn on them.

Rather than playing dress up, however, or dress down, it might be preferable if these people would work for a more just society, one in which they don’t have to fear their fellow human beings. If they own a business, pay their employees more. If they could produce their widgets cheaper in Tennessee but would leave a town in Maine devastated if they left it, stay in Maine. Don’t ship jobs overseas.

If the “one percent” want to not fear the other 99 per cent, then do a bit of sharing, for Pete’s sake, instead of hoarding and calling everyone who thinks that wealth should be spread around a bit communists and socialists.

Some people think a revolution in the U.S. is coming. Hopefully it doesn’t come but things need to change if it is to be prevented. Some politicians in the states and at the federal level there are actually pushing to get rid of the minimum wage and to abolish child labour laws.

Amazing. In the worst possible way.

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.