It was Lenin (or Stalin, or Marx) who supposedly said: “The Capitalists will sell us the rope with which we will hang them.”
Whoever really said it, it’s one of those pithy witticisms that encapsulate some sort of truth, in this case the fact that under a capitalist system there’s a large risk that some people (or perhaps many) will, in order to make money, do something that ends up undermining the entire system. Either they’re not far-sighted enough, don’t care or would like to actively sabotage the system, or they have decided that the short-term gain is worth the risk.
The decades-long outsourcing to China of so much of what used to constitute the US economy is a good illustration. Trump tried to stop or reverse it, but Trump is no longer president and there were and still are a lot of people set to lose money if it were to happen.
China is still a Communist country in which the ruling and only party is the Communist Party. But it’s not your father’s Communist Party, if your father was Stalin or Mao. It’s this kind of Communist Party:
During the 1980s, Deng Xiaoping directed the CCP away from Maoist orthodoxy and towards a policy of economic liberalization. The official explanation for these reforms was that China is still in the primary stage of socialism, a developmental stage similar to the capitalist mode of production. Since the collapse of the Eastern Bloc and the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991, the CCP has emphasized its relations with the ruling parties of the remaining socialist states, and continues to participate in the International Meeting of Communist and Workers’ Parties each year.
So China got into the capitalism game, but it’s a capitalism controlled by Communists (kind of like the way we might be headed?). Here’s some news that’s relevant:
One of the most underreported stories in the media right now is the efforts of the Chinese Communist Party to buy large areas of land throughout the United States…
Republican senators Tommy Tuberville of Alabama and Tom Cotton of Arkansas are introducing a bill to stop this from going further.
Here’s the bill. From a press release:
“Chinese investments in American farmland put our food security at risk and provide opportunities for Chinese espionage against our military bases and critical infrastructure. Instead of allowing these purchases, the U.S. government must bar the Communist Party from purchasing our land,” said Cotton.
“We cannot continue giving our top adversary a foot in the door to purchase land in the United States and undermine our national security,” said Tuberville. “I hope my colleagues will recognize the importance of our bill and join the effort to prohibit Chinese Communist Party involvement in America’s agriculture industry.”
In the olden days – and not all that long ago – this would have had bipartisan support. Now I believe it has zero chance of passing. I’m not sure it would pass even if Republicans had control of Congress, although it certainly might. But too many people in US government are also compromised by their own ties to Chinese interests and Chinese money.
NOTE: This post made me think of the first line of Robert Frost’s “The Gift Outright.” It’s far from my favorite poem of his and I don’t think it’s one of his best, but I like that first line:
The land was ours before we were the land’s.
She was our land more than a hundred years
Before we were her people. She was ours
In Massachusetts, in Virginia,
But we were England’s, still colonials,
Possessing what we still were unpossessed by,
Possessed by what we now no more possessed.
Something we were withholding made us weak
Until we found out that it was ourselves
We were withholding from our land of living,
And forthwith found salvation in surrender.
Such as we were we gave ourselves outright
(The deed of gift was many deeds of war)
To the land vaguely realizing westward,
But still unstoried, artless, unenhanced,
Such as she was, such as she would become.
Even if you remember Frost reciting that poem at JFK’s inauguration, as I do, you may not realize this:
Robert Frost was the first poet to speak at the inauguration of a president, reciting from memory “The Gift Outright,” when the glare of the sun prevented him from reading “Dedication,” a poem he had written specially for the occasion.
Looking at the text of that poem today, I’d say it’s not the least bit memorable, just a bit of verse tossed off to order and nothing like Frost’s great, great works, of which there are so many I’d be hard-pressed to choose my favorites. I do know the list would be long.