Recently I asked my mother about her
memories of the Great Depression and World
War Two. The depression, she said, was
just a time of hardship and sadness. Something
to be endured, and hopefully never repeated.
She told me about the thin, scruffy
and haggard men who would come to the
door asking for work, and maybe chop wood
for a meal. In the winter they might sleep
in the shed, and in the summer on the
beach. The local beach was alight with
the flickering fires of workless, homeless
men.
She told me about hearing the women
crying, not able to make ends meet, and
the desperation in the men's faces. How
her own clothes were made from the rags
my grandfather collected, anything to
earn a few more shillings.
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But my mother was lucky really. My grandfather
was a genuine handyman and would turn
his hand to anything to make do. My grandmother
was a skilful seamstress, and my mother
was always well dressed. They were both
well known and respected in a neighborhood
where everyone was doing it tough. So
my mother suffered less than some whose
parents were less resourceful and less
situated in a community.
In fact, strangely enough, when I asked
her what is was like for her as a child,
she thought not too bad. The economy was
down, times were tight, but people compensated
for this by sticking together. People
would help each other out, take up the
burden, keep each other going. Taking
a walk, or doing the shopping, or just
hanging out the washing, would become
a social event, gossip and hints and advice
exchanged. Solidarity maintained, spirits
raised.
The depression only ended with the war.
Australian men, the married ones first,
joined up, desperate to get a regular
wage. They knew about war from the preceding
one, but at least the fighting was in
Europe and Africa, a long way away. And
then the Japanese got into it and the
war was suddenly very close to home. My
grandfather had a special knife for the
women and girls if the Japanese had invaded
- thankfully we don't know if he could
have used it.
Then the Americans beat the Japanese in the Coral Sea, and Australia
was safe. Allied submarines progressively severed the vital supply
links, and although the fighting went on for some years, Japan was
effectively beaten. Its high-risk strategy had failed.
Australian men and women, many far too
young, died in the war and families and
friends grieved. My mother recalled the
school children gathering round one of
their own who'd lost a brother. But again,
people pulled together and made the best
of it. By late 1945 they had suffered
some of the worst trials in modern history
- a global depression and global war -
and they had survived And they did this
more than anything because they had stuck
together.
Currently, experts around the world
are discussing the prospects of another
global depression. With the economy failing
to pick up after the dotcom boom and bust,
and possible war in Iraq keeping the markets
nervous, the world economy is looking
very shaky.
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Whether this will translate into full
blown depression - with greatly reduced
demand, greatly increased unemployment,
and the political instability that inevitably
results - is yet to be seen.
It was World War Two that ended the
Great Depression as governments re-armed
and put men and women in uniform, and
effectively adopted a Keynesian economic
policy. This time it may well be war that
tips the world over into global depression.
The global economy is very weak, and the
oil price rises that will likely be associated
with the war could be enough to tip it
over the edge.
This all depends on how the war goes of course, but if the US
loses control at any point, or the Iraqis fire their own wells,
or any other such disaster occurs, the price may rise to levels
that make the bad days of the 1970s look like minor adjustments.
And this when that other crucial oil supplier, Venezuela, is enduring
a sustained political and economic crisis that is disrupting oil
flows.
It is possible that war in Iraq could
be the precursor to a new period of international
insecurity and warfare. After all, there
are at least two other countries on President
Bush's hit list, AKA the "axis of
evil", who will definitely feel the
heat. There are fears that we might even
see the kind of "clash of civilizations"
that Samuel Huntington warned of as the
Islamic world responds to what they see
as a Western crusade against them. Such
cultural wars are inevitably brutal and
messy affairs.
But hopefully the idea of collective
security will rise again and the United
Nations will regain authority. Hopefully
the period of outright warfare will be
short, and the people of the world can
return their attention to the other issues
facing them. Like revitalizing the economy,
and doing something serious about global
warming.
Today's is a much more complicated world
than when my mother faced depression and
war as a child. It is also a harsher,
colder world where community has mostly
given way to a 'mind your own business'
individualism represented by big fences,
security alarms, four-wheel-drives and
home entertainment theatres. Where people
sell up and move on before anything like
real community evolves. As the people
who suffered in the recent bush fires
found out, such material things can disappear
all too easily.
In some ways, it doesn't look like we've
learned a thing from our past mistakes.
Perhaps it is high time that we did.