Haiti Relief – A Personal Status Report

A frequent question I get when I am in the United States is, “Are things improving in Haiti?”  My response is an affirmative because things are improving in Haiti.  Every time I land in Port au Prince there are fewer people living in tents, less debris, and more paved roads.  On a relative scale, improvement must be acknowledged.

The follow-up question is always, “How has the aid money been spent?”  That question makes me stumble because although improvement is evident, the correlation between the sums donated to rebuild Haiti and reconstruction in place is small.

The outpouring of charitable support in the wake of the Haiti earthquake was phenomenal.  $4.6 billion was pledged to rebuild Haiti, $1.3 from the United States alone (Huffington Post).  Subsequent international disasters, the Chile earthquake in February 2010 and the Japanese tsunami of 2011 triggered only a fraction of that support.  Unlike Chile or Japan, we know that Haiti cannot stand on its own even without the burden of disaster; and the entire world understood that we would have to come to Haiti’s aid or the place would slip even further away from standards of health, education, and well-being that the rest of us enjoy. We gave out of compassion, we gave out of guilt, we gave to support people in need who are much like us; we gave to support people who seem alien;  we gave in cash and by check, online and by text.   Whatever our reasons, we donated money at an unprecedented level.

Let’s put $4.6 billion in an American context.  From my experience as a healthcare architect, that would build ten replacement hospitals, of 500 beds each, complete with operating rooms, MR’s, CT’s and emergency rooms.  Or it could build 460,000 houses at $10,000 each, far above Haitian standards.  Or it could provide 4.6 million medical treatments at $1,000 each or it could provide 3 billion meals at $1.50 each, which is the going rate for a barbequed chicken in Grand Goave.  That would buy over 300 meals for every person living in Haiti.

Not fair, I hear the multitudes cry.  The logistics of delivering aid are staggering, the clean-up alone Herculean, the subsequent outbreaks of cholera and the hurricane in 2011 further tapped aid.  I concede to every counterpoint, but it still will never add up to any demonstration that the $4.6 billion that generous citizens around the world gave to Haiti has been used responsibly.  Not for lack of goodwill or lack of trying, but because any amount of money, even $4.6 billion, is ineffective in a situation of confusion, terror and miscoordination.

We must acknowledge that our basic assumptions are wrong.  The earthquake relief money is not going to rebuild Haiti.  It is supposed to build Haiti.  Haiti was an environmentally depleted country of shacks without roads, sanitation, education, an economy, or trustworthy institutions before the earthquake. It was administered by the United Nations because the ‘public’ government was a sham, the unofficial government of the eleven ruling families steeped in corruption and the bevy of over 3,000 NGO’s made the country the beta testing ground for uncoordinated philanthropic adventure. No one donated relief money after the earthquake to recreate that.

Post-earthquake we have the same stew of chaos, plus a quarter of a million dead (estimates vary from 200,000 to 316,000) plus destruction and depravation that lead to even more hunger and disease.  We have a floodgate of pledges but few reliable hands to steer it to best use.  Even in the face of disaster, the fingers closest to the pot of gold get the biggest handfuls of coin, which is the only way we can describe how 83 percent of the USAID contracts for Haitian relief when to for-private companies around the DC Beltway while only 2.5 percent went to Haitian private companies and less than ½% went to Haitian non-profit organizations (Center for Economic Policy and Research).

The bad news is that we are more than two years out from this tragedy.  The big infusions of aid are history; people have moved on to other causes.  Still we have 500,000 people living in tents and they don’t receive the food aid, sanitary supplies and cholera medications they did a year ago, the emergency medical teams are fewer while the infrastructure for permanent medical care is still scant, and as far as I can tell the only sector of the Haitian economy that has grown is the ever ballooning presence of aid organizations.

The good news is that there seems to be consensus that the new President Martelly is an okay guy, balancing what might help the Haitian people against the almighty foreign interests that play such a strong hand in Haiti’s fate.  The aid organizations still on the ground have moved from a ‘transition’ mode to a ‘stable’ mode, focusing on creating permanent housing and schools and reliable infrastructure.  Perhaps the best news is that, by being so inefficient, only 43% of the pledged aid has been spent.  There is still over two billion dollars earmarked to build Haiti.  With a legitimate government to coordinate NGO efforts and increased emphasis on planned, systematic development, I am hopeful that the next few billion will reap more results than the last.

I have to be hopeful, it is the mindset that prompts me to return to Haiti every month and offer my hand to create change.  For I have made a conscious choice to offer my hand instead of my wallet.  I believe there are real limits to what money can do.  Money is the handmaiden of power, and as just aggregated power corrupts, so does aggregated money.  When the amounts grow to the incomprehensible range of $4.6 billion, the relative impact of additional money dissipates.  I will never disparage anyone who writes a check to help out a fellow human being, but when we have the opportunity to actually meet that person and witness their life, we allow for understanding that no money can buy.

I like to think that the orphanage and school projects are more effective than other aid projects in Haiti, yet we are riddled with inefficiencies.  It is tragic when we cannot accept donations of good quality building materials because the cost of shipping them to Haiti and getting them through customs makes them prohibitive.   It is unfortunate that we have to spend money people donated to build an orphanage in Brit’s honor to pay four security guards to watch the site every night. These are the costs of doing business in Haiti, even if your business is cloaked in the name of good.  Our stats fare well compared with other efforts.  All of our American ‘experts’ in design and construction work for free, so the lion’s share of donations directly buy building materials and pay wages to Haitian workers.   The school and orphanage are not designed to be prototypes that will be easily replicated; they are custom solutions to their unique sites and the people they memorialize.  Still, we are serious in our efforts to teach our workers skills that will enable them to build more solid buildings moving forward.

Because ultimately our goal is not to measure the effectiveness of aid to Haiti, but to help Haiti achieve enough autonomy that it no longer needs our aid.

 

 

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Pedaling Princples chapter Fifteen – Massachusetts, The State of Our Health

I rolled over the pass between Perry Peak and Shaker Mountain and headed home into Massachusetts.  Not far beyond the Pittsfield sign I saw the familiar blue square with the white H directing me to a hospital nearby.  Welcome back to Massachusetts, where healthcare is never far away.

Massachusetts spends $6,682 per capita annually on healthcare, more than any other state according to the Kaiser Family Foundation State Health Facts. Like all issues in healthcare, whether you think this is money well spent depends on which side of the fence you place yourself.  So what does Massachusetts get for paying highest in the nation for healthcare?  More than ninety-five percent of Massachusetts residents are covered by healthcare insurance, as opposed to 83% nationwide. 82% visit the dentist (71% nationally), proportionately more Massachusetts citizens are on Medicare and Medicaid, and the state is below average in terms of infant mortality, childhood obesity, teen suicide, AIDS diagnoses, and adults with disabilities. At first glance it appears there is value in so much healthcare spending. Massachusetts is a relatively wealthy state that ranks in the top ten in most measures of personal wealth.  The median household income is just over $64,000.  It has a highly educated populace with more college degree holders (age 25-34) than any other state, and only fifteen percent of people inMassachusetts live below the poverty line (versus 20% nationally).  By most measures Massachusetts is thinner and fitter than other states but it would be misleading to celebrate that, as Massachusetts residents are still more obese than any state’s citizens were twenty years ago. We may be doing better than our peers, but we are still too fat.

How to interpret these statistics is yet another chicken and egg question.  Is our relatively good health because we spend so much on healthcare, or consequently, if we are so healthy, why do we need to spend so much on healthcare?

Since 2006 all Massachusetts residents have been required to have health insurance.  The law includes a range of incentives for employers and individuals, including penalties for non-compliance, and has enabled a boost in the number of people insured.  But medical costs continue to rise more or less in sync with increases in other states and medical bankruptcies continue on par with the rest of the country.  Since Massachusetts already had a fairly high rate of insured citizens, high healthcare costs, and good health outcomes before mandated insurance, the results of healthcare reform are difficult to gauge, though most studies indicate net positive outcomes.

Massachusetts healthcare is deeply vested in what I refer as the healthcare industrial complex – high technology, high acuity medicine focused on people who have already developed serious diseases. Massachusetts claims more doctors per capita than any other state, and with four major academic medical centers (Harvard, Tufts, UMass and BostonUniversity) and twenty academic teaching hospitals, Massachusettsis an important center of medical research and leading edge technology.

Since Massachusetts healthcare reform was the blueprint for the national healthcare legislation referred to as Obamacare, and is a leading player in research and treatment, it is a good guide to where our healthcare system is headed, a system that relies on insurers as intermediaries to people seeking access to healthcare and focuses on treating disease with technology rather than preventing disease through early intervention.  This is consistent with the American character, since we hate to have people tell us what to do and we love innovative solutions.  Our healthcare system doesn’t offer any comprehensive strategy for us to stay thin or be fit, but when we get so fat that we need our stomach stapled, the system will foot the bill.

The failings of our healthcare system are well documented. It is the most expensive in the world by a wide margin (16% GDP vs 6-9% in most other developed countries), and does not provide commensurate outcomes (ranked anywhere from fifth to thirtieth in various studies).  We are the only industrialized nation that does not provide healthcare as a right to all citizens, which again is consistent with our character, since we prefer to stress individual freedoms over collective rights.

From a guiding principles perspective we have to determine how healthcare fits in our quest to form a more perfect union.   There is really only one question that should drive the healthcare debate – are Americans entitled to receive healthcare as a right?  If we determine the answer to that question is yes, then we can establish the parameters around healthcare (what services should be provided) and create critical success targets to measure how well we achieve our goal.  If the answer is no, then the government should get out of the healthcare business and let people buy it themselves, either by paying outright or buying private insurance.  Instead we are enmeshed in a typically American, piecemeal approach to the problem.  Our individualistic streak is not comfortable declaring that everyone is entitled to healthcare; that is socialism; while our compassionate side is unwilling to let people die for lack of care.  So we cobble together a system where certain segments of our population, the elderly, children, the very poor, have near universal access while the rest of us have to pay if we can and have emergent access even if we can’t. The result is this expensive system of extreme care with little focus on well-being or prevention.  Similar to how we discuss education, when we debate the issue of healthcare, we focus on the mechanics of the system rather than the root cause.  If we could make the decision that everyone is entitled to healthcare, the mechanisms of the system could evolve in a logical way from that decision. Without addressing the big question, we are bogged down in logistics that will never produce adequate results because we have not articulated the problem we seek to solve.

T. R. Reid’s thoughtful book, The Healing of Ameirca; A Global Quest for Better, Cheaper, and Fairer Healthcare is a cogent analysis of the shortcomings of our system and an insightful outline of healthcare in both developed and developing societies.  He synthesizes all major healthcare systems into four types; the private insurance model (Germany), the socialist model (Great Britain), the single payer model (Canada) and the cash model (India).  He posits that the biggest challenge with our system is that all four of these models coexist.  We have socialist style medicine for Veterans, single payer for Medicare recipients, private insurance for those who buy it, and the cash model for people who don’t fall into any of the other three categories.  He provides convincing arguments that a primary driver of our sky high costs result from our multiple models as they create incentives for the private components of the system to shuffle their worst cases onto the public realm.  He demonstrates how socialist and single payer models provide the best opportunities to promote wellness and preventive care over acute responsiveness since they are essentially policy arms of government.  He also shows how Germany, a 100% private system with universal coverage, is most like our own insurance system, yet the fact that it is universal actually results in meaningful savings, as the insurers have more transparent ways of bearing the cost of their worst cases than American insurers. While Germany’s system may not be perfect, they provide healthcare to all their citizens for about two-thirds the cost we do and have better outcomes.

Our present multiple healthcare systems tap too many resources for the benefits they provide.  Regardless of providing better, more appropriate care, our systems will have to simplify and become more efficient or they will further drag down our economic competitiveness.  When we spend 16% of our economic output on healthcare (with some estimates projecting 20% by 2015) while our industrialized competitors are spending 1/2 to 2/3 that, and developing nations spend less than a third, we have created a giant hurdle that we must overcome with higher productivity if we hope to maintain an economic edge.

Moving towards simpler, more uniform ways of taking care of sick people is a worthy objective, but it is really just the first order benefit of a longer range goal.  Ultimately we should develop a true heath care system where education, well being, and prevention are the precursors to treatment; a comprehensive model to help people make informed decisions about how they live their lives, with the cost of poor health decisions allocated to the individual in as pure a form as possible.  There is no reason why health insurance premiums cannot be tagged to incentives to reduce weight, increase fitness, stop smoking, have good driving habits, you name it.  Ultimately our healthcare system should incentivize healthy living as much as possible but acknowledge that as human beings we have foibles and as Americans we cherish the right to do as we like, even when it is not in our best interests, such that, after paying a premium for the privilege of unhealthy behaviors, the system will care for all of us, fat or thin, smoker or nonsmoker, drinker or teetotaler.

On the Friday before Labor Day weekend I encountered many cyclists as I pedaled over the Berkshires from Pittsfield to Northampton, whose downtown oozed with pedestrians.  I witnessed dozens of walkers and cyclists along the bike path to Amherst.  As the gorgeous holiday weekend progressed I continued to see people enjoying exercise.  Even so, for every cyclist I saw, I passed at least ten obese people, for every runner I saw, I witnessed dozens of angry headed drivers, for every hiker I saw, I rode by twenty smokers. Massachusetts may be healthier than its sister states, but we still have a long way to go to proclaim ourselves as healthy.

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Architecture Grand Goave

The other day I stopped short at the site of this elegant little building, the only one I have seen in Grand Goave that approaches the designation architecture.  I say that because it does what so much good architecture does; it respects its locale and traditions yet interprets them in a way that is fresh and elegant.

Buildings in Grand Goave proper are concrete, but in the countryside many people live in houses that are simple wooden frames with gable tin roofs walled with a lattice of sticks or palms.  The roof extends on one end to create an entry porch.  When people get money they waddle the walls with plaster, which makes the house last longer, but if plaster is not available people leave the lattice exposed and when nature decays their walls they replace them with materials they can collect lying around their yard.  These are houses of the poor.  The only worse are shacks of cardboard.

So it is counterintuitive to see the same house reinterpreted to a city lot, and even more unexpected to see the new building have such graceful proportions.  The roof is steeper than its country cousin’s, more substantial.  The building has three equal bays, two enclosed and one open.  The columns are a pair of 2×4’s with an intermediate spacer, which provides stability without heavy and expensive framing, yet is also reminiscent of E. Fay Jones.  The lattice work is made of uniform slats, providing a taut crispness that palm fronds and sticks cannot achieve.

I have no idea whose house it is, or whether they intended to create something that would catch an architect’s eye.  The fact that it sits at the back of the lot and has a pile of concrete block in front of it implies that someone is intending it as an accessory building to use while they build the real thing.  As far as I am concerned, they have created the real thing.

 Vernacular Lattice House

Contemporary Lattice House

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Pedaling Principles Chapter 14 – New York, Money as the Measure of Empire

One of the ironies of America is that we were founded on lofty principles of man’s right for self-determination and a bevy of personal freedoms, but as soon as the country got rolling, one freedom never explicitly stated took hold of our imagination and we have never let it go since – the freedom to make money.  When James Carville, Bill Clinton’s political strategist, coined the phrase “It’s the economy, stupid.” During the 1992 presidential election, he captured the elemental reality of American life; money drives all.  The United States is probably the most money mad country in the world, if not the history of the world, and New York, the capital of money, is where money talks like nowhere else.

I entered New York in Ripley, about as far from Wall Street as a person can get in New York State.  There is something audacious about the ‘Welcome to New York– The Empire State’ sign standing along the quiet two lane road. How can a state be an empire within a country that itself has never been comfortable wearing tha label?    The emblem of New York is featured on the sign, liberty and justice flanking a pastoral scene with the motto ‘Excelsior’ bannered beneath.  Ever higher, always upward, Excelsior is as lofty a motto as a state can claim.  Confronted with terms like Empire and Excelsior, I considered the gauntlet drawn.  During my week pedaling through New York I would observe how the state lived up to its claims.  Is it truly an empire, reaching ever higher, and is money the barometer of those claims?

By most measures New York is not what it used to be.  It is no longer the most populous state, or even the second; California and Texas make those claims.  Nor does it have the highest average personal income. New York City is no longer the largest city in the world, or even in the top ten.  Even Wall Street does not call all the economic shots anymore, though it still eclipses any other market.  The glory days of New York mirror those of the United States as a whole almost perfectly.  The sensibilities of the American Century are the sensibilities of New York, snappy sophistication, money, and power delivered up with a can-do attitude, judging people by what they’ve done more than how they were born, yet judging them nonetheless.

My plan was to continue along Lake Erie on the western edge of the state, pedal along the Erie Canal and Mohawk Valley, through the Capital District and into the Berkshires.  Even though I would cycle through Buffalo, Rochester, Syracuse and Albany, New York’s second, third, fifth and sixth largest cities (Yonkers is fourth), by New York standards I was wading through the provinces.  Upstate contains 95% of New York’s land area but only 40% of its population; 60% of New Yorkers are scrunched into the ten counties that comprise the New York Metropolitan area.  Still, seven million New Yorkers live Upstate, enough to make it the 13th most populous state if it stood independent of the Big Apple.  And they all live under the banner of the Empire State.

The first day I cycled through New York I kept an eye out for appropriate measures of empire.  Wealth is one measure for sure, but empire also implies influence; a society that exerts itself beyond its borders. Cycling through Dunkirk and into Fredonia gave me no reason to think that New York had advantage over other places.  But on my second day, as I approached Buffalo rising in the grey distance beyond the bluffs of Lake Erie, I felt the power of the place.  Perhaps I was just lucky in my route, but meandering through Buffalo, as I had done in other cities, revealed a solid place, brick and granite and well-tended.  If I did not know about Buffalo’s statistical decline in population, I would not have surmised the city was shrinking.  Downtown was clean and busy, the Olmstead Parkways beautifully groomed, and though there were ample for sale signs on houses in working class areas, I did not ride through any neighborhoods with the desperation of boarded houses and the ‘$0 Down and $398 per month’ signs that littered Ohio.  When Buffalo hosted the Pan American Exhibition in 1901 it had 350,000 people, was a major railroad, seaport and industrial center and had every reason to expect that it would continue as a leading American city.  But the Saint Lawrence Seaway ended the commercial viability of the Erie Canal forever, Rust Belt industries tumbled and people found reasons to escape the harsh winters.   Today the population is dropping fast from a 1950 peak of 580,000 to under half that, 261,000.  Despite the tumble, it has lower unemployment than the national average and Forbes magazine recently listed it as one of the top ten cities to raise a family.  While no city would choose to deflate, I was impressed by how Buffalo is managing such a soft landing. It has shifted its economy to stress education and healthcare over industry, extolls the virtues of easy commutes and minimal traffic.  While Cleveland’s idle infrastructure makes the place feel alien, Buffalo’s excess capacity provides elbow room. During Buffalo’s prime, the city invested in institutions and planning that reflect grand ambition.  This pride of place has weathered downsizing well, which left me wondering if perhaps a measure of empire, like a wealthy dowager, might be its ability to age with grace.

The role of money in empire can be distilled into two numbers, $1,700,000 versus $289,000.  One point seven million dollars was the average price for aManhattan condo in October 2010, 1700 square feet or so with two bedrooms in a respectable neighborhood.  This is down from the peak of 2008, but is still a stratospheric number for most of us. $289,000 is the asking price for a 4,000 square foot, five bedroom Italianate mansion on Center Street in Medina, NY, compete with swimming pool, separate garage and mature landscaping; a grand house with beautiful period detail and a charming widow’s walk in a prime location of an elegant town.  These two numbers tell a deeper story than the real estate adage of location, location, location.  They represent our complicated relationship with money.  A person who buys a Manhattan condo is investing in it; she may live there but the purchase price has more to do with expectations of market rises and falls than the actual cost of providing shelter.  On the other hand, whoever buys the mansion in Medina will buy it because they want to live there. A quick Internet survey indicates that the Italianate masterpiece is the most expensive house on the market in Medina, and there is no reason to expect prices in this Snowbelt town to climb anytime soon. From another perspective it is a great deal because unlike the Manhattan Condo, no one could recreate this incredible house for the asking price.

Money is one of man’s greatest inventions. We have created a medium of exchange with no inherent worth that represents whatever value we assign to any good or service.  This is a sophisticated concept.  In the past money actually represented something, most recently gold bullion in Fort Knox.  When a dollar represented a specific amount of gold and that gold was secured away in a vault, there was a clear connection between a dollar bill and a tangible asset.  But that quaint relationship died for good in 1973 when we went off the gold standard, then priced at $42 per ounce.  Now, with gold selling for over $1500 per ounce, the relationship between a dollar and the price of gold is as speculative as the cost of a Manhattan condo.  These days money is abstract, free to float in value.  Yet the more abstract money becomes, the more central it is in our lives.

The amount we pay for anything today has more to do with perception than any fixed value.  The cost of production of any good or service is just one component in determining its price.  Traditional economic principles like supply and demand can affect price, but so can social policy.  Cigarettes cost more than their production warrants because we tax them high to discourage their use; hybrid cars are relatively cheaper than their production cost because we provide tax rebates to encourage their use.  But as money becomes less fixed to anything tangible, the more price is determined by psychological factors, often resulting in wild extremes.  That is why I can buy a hamburger for one dollar at McDonald’s (according to personal observation) or for $175 at the Wall Street Burger Shoppe (according to Gothamist.com).  Once external forces determine that something is desirable, whether it be a fashionable accessory, a watering hole or a tony address, the price of it rises. If something happens to be both desirable and unique, the price rises even more.  The mansion in Medina is unique, but Medina is not considered desirable, while the average Manhattan condo is desirable, though not unique.  Unique condos in Manhattan can sell for ten times the $1.7 million average.

The psychological importance of money reaches its zenith as we realize that even the money itself, the paper and coins, is disappearing. Most of us carry incidental cash in our pockets, but the majority of money in our lives is nothing but numbers on spreadsheets.  Some of us have positive numbers on brokerage accounts or bank statements, most of us have negative numbers on credit card bills. Forget worrying that there is no gold that corresponds to our dollars; in the twenty-first century there are no dollars that correspond to our dollars.  In an overheated economy more people buy and sell more goods, money changes hands rapidly, and there is more money. When a recession hits people buy less, there are fewer transactions on our respective spreadsheets and there is less money.  Taken to the extreme there really isn’t any money at all – all we have are numbers on spreadsheets that tally our collective deposits and withdrawals in the consumer world.  Conventional wisdom says you can’t buy anything if you have no money.  The fuzzy math of floating currency leads to the exact opposite conclusion.  If no one buys anything, then there isn’t any money.

Given our predilection to consume, we don’t have to worry too much about people not buying anything, so money is here to stay.  In fact, we buy so much that most of us are in debt.  The average household has over $15,000 in credit card debt alone; load the car loans and mortgages on top of that.  Debt has become a way of life for many Americans, with the result being that debt is more socially acceptable; even bankruptcy has lost its sting.

There was a time when being free of debt was considered a virtue, now we value the trait that someone is ‘good with money’.  Guys who know how to buy low and sell high, negotiate a great deal, and otherwise ‘make’ money without actually creating any value are highly rewarded.  One look at Wall Street salaries will shatter any lingering doubt about that.  Money has become its own form of goods and service, spun free of actually creating a good or service.  There is so much money to be made these days simply manipulating money that Financial Services is now the most profitable sector of our economy.

What are the implications of money being a relative concept rather than fixed commodity and is it beneficial that it permeates our lives so deeply?  Let’s return to the recent Great National Debt Ceiling Debate.  By the summer of 2011 a furor rose over the United State srunning out of money.  Actually, the government has been out of money since the 1940’s when we borrowed to finance World War II.  In the past seventy years there have been a few times when the debt level has been flat or even decreased, but it has never been fully paid. It climbed at a modest pace through the 50’s and 60’s, but since 1969 we have spent more every year than we take in.  The debt ticked up in the early 1970’s, rose quickly in the 1980’s, had a brief period of leveling in the 1990’s and has rocketed in the 2000’s.  Right now our gross public debt is close to $14.7 trillion, which translates to almost $50,000 per person.  These are incomprehensible numbers such that now money is not only abstracted to digits on spreadsheets; it is abstracted to amounts we can’t comprehend in any meaningful way.  The national debt has a life of its own, spinning up at dizzying speed.  Yet it seems to have very little to do with our daily lives, the reason being that the debt never comes due.  Whenever we want more money than we have, we simply borrow it.  We have managed to all get in hoc to each other and are collectively poorer as a result.

Americans are not alone in our penchant to borrow whenever we want.  Every industrialized nation has a sizable national debt.  The United States is at the high end in terms of total debt but we are in the middle as a measure of GDP (we owe about 60% of GDP) since our total economy is so large.  There are those who say we owe this to ourselves so the debt does not matter, but we now owe more than 25% of our debt to foreigners and at some point the debt will matter as the increasing cost of bearing this debt drags our economy down.

If we step back and view the debt situation of all Western nations over the past fifty years, one thing seems clear.  We are all fueling our economies on debt, we are consuming more than we produce and nobody knows at what level of debt the entire system spins out of control.

The trouble with the Great National Debt Ceiling Debate was not that is occurred, it is a debate that we need to have, but that it occurred with such rancor and discord and produced such paltry results.  Our national debt is a real and growing problem and anyone who pretends the situation can continue on, business as usual, only needs to look at the chaos in Greece to see what the future holds.  However, stopping our ability borrow cold turkey and shutting off ongoing government services is a kneejerk response to a problem that took decades to fester and will take decades of thoughtful action to resolve.  We have all had a hand in contributing to the national debt, Republicans and Democrats, business and unions, public and private employees, retirees, unemployed, tycoons and welfare queens. Every time we receive a government benefit that is not paid for by tax revenue, we contribute to the debt.  Every time we wage a war or repair a bridge or start a social program that is not funded, we contribute to the national debt.  The national debt is nothing more than all of things that we said we wanted but were unwilling to pony up the money to buy.

If one of our guiding principles is to ‘form a more perfect Union’ we need to recognize that carrying this tremendous debt is a burden on our union.  We must each accept our role in the situation, roll up our sleeves and address this problem before we become Greece.  We do not have to turn it around overnight, but we do have to acknowledge the problem and set timetables to implement change.  As long as we feel free to borrow money whenever we want, we can propel the illusion that the life we are leading can continue indefinitely.  But if we want to create a country, and a world, where we actually live within our means, we are going to have to reevaluate basic assumptions.  This will require significant shifts in our economic perspectives.  The results do not have to be draconian but they do have to be bold and they will require a broad economic vision.  Our habit of shuffling around a few programs when we give lip service to our debt is not going to cut it.

We have to move away from a consumer driven economy because frankly, it is an unsustainable model of existence that has reached its limits in terms of promoting well-being.  There comes a point where, the more stuff we have the more burdensome it becomes, and many of us have surpassed that point.  Unwinding the consumer economy will not be easy in a society premised on the idea that whatever ails us can be rectified by more stuff, but eventually we will get to a point where people understand that every aspect of life has a balance, and there is a point of having ‘enough’ is actually preferable to having ‘more’.

In a post-consumer economy ‘stuff’ will disappear. Just as money went from gold bullion to bills to computer digits, we will have less need of actual objects.  One small example is the evolution of home movies.  First we had videos, then DVD’s then Netflix in the mail and now movies on-demand to our screen.  There are some people who like the collector aspect of having shelves of DVD’s on display, just as some folks like to display home libraries of books, but most of us want the experience of watching the movie, not the movie itself. We don’t need or want the actual object associated with it, and now, the object has disappeared while the experience is still available.

Coupled with the evolution of a post-consumer economy will be the ability to generate economic growth out of renewable resources.  Consider how radically communication has changed in the past twenty years.  With laptops and the Internet and cellular phones we have completely decentralized yet fully integrated communication systems.  We can do that with energy as well. Let’s use solar and wind and hydrogen to develop a decentralized system of producing power that is fully integrated so we can keep our American love of the private automobile and our amazing infrastructure of roads, but develop vehicles that don’t need gas to drive on them.  Like our communication systems, decentralized energy will take innovation and expense to get started, but once it is up and running it will result in lower energy costs for all and lead us to much needed energy self-sufficiency.

The same drive for decentralized development should be pursued for every social and economic endeavor; integrated systems of manufacturing, construction, education, and healthcare.   The world will be a completely fluid place, we will have the capability to do things just about anywhere we want, yet be connected to everyone else as well.

These changes will be hard to come by, people will cling to what they already know, negotiating will be difficult with those who want to cut the economic pie a particular way instead of understanding that the pie is not a fixed size; it is expandable.  When the economy is measured in possibility rather than in limits, limits are eliminated.   The United States will be tussling with every other country for a stake in this evolving economy, but if we recognize our long term objective of creating a fiscally sound Union, we can find solutions where everyone who is invested in the process can win.  It will take an educated populace with curious minds and disciplined work habits for us to lead this effort. Fortunately, these happen to be the very same characteristics that fueled the growth of Upstate New York over a hundred years ago, before the term consumer economy even existed, back when money was a good as gold.

The money that inspired New York to call itself the Empire State, the hard currency used to build the Erie Canal and railroads and Wall Street has morphed into money that expands and contracts in tune with economic cycles, that has a tangential relationship to actual costs of production, that is valued differently by each of our psyches, and that has an economic life all its own.  It has no intrinsic value yet is deeply valued by all. How does the Empire State stack up against today’s money?  Let’s go back to our two pieces of real estate to test.

The average Manhattan condo, $1.7 million, sits comfortably in an empire of floating money.  Despite competition from London and Tokyo, the NYSE and NASDAQ are still the lions of the financial world.  The exorbitant salaries and bonuses we bestow upon the money gurus of Wall Street, and the outsized influence the island of Manhattan plays on the entire world in terms of finance, fashion, and culture make New York City, still, a center worthy of claiming the title Empire.  In this era where mass communications shrink the world while the specialization of the Internet creates myriad niche influences, the sort of mass culture that New York exported during the 1940’s and 1950’s has receded.  Now New   York City is an empire as opposed to the empire, but anyone mapping the centers of money and influence on the planet would still have to place their first pushpin on The Big Apple.

But how about Buffalo, or her sister city in navigating downscale with style, Rochester; how about Medina, or her sister towns in bucking deterioration and extinction like Lockport or Oneida; or how about the cities I passed through that have fallen into disrepair, Dunkirk and Amsterdam and Schenectady; cities that will need a strong extended hand to yank themselves back to any reflection of their former selves.  How do these places fare as representatives of empire?  These are the places founded on the hard currency, places whose worth was measured in the sweat of the men who worked the canals and the factories, farmed the fertile soil and developed the industrial innovations that made nineteenth century Upstate New York a mecca of agricultural, industrial, transportation and innovation can-do unlike the world had ever seen before.  Upstate was the Silicon Valley of its day, and it will never be that again, if for no better reason than these days incubation can occur anywhere, and most people won’t do it where the climate is so unappealing.

If the sign of true empire, like that of true civilization, is how well we take care of the least among us,New York has serious cracks in its empire.  Riding through Amsterdam was like spooling through a documentary of urban American gone wrong, and cycling up State  Street in Schenectady I passed too many people wandering aimlessly along an avenue of inopportunity.  But cracks can be repaired and the larger portrait of New York’s empire is promising, especially when compared to how other states challenged by post-industrial cities in adverse climates have fared. Upstate New York is a remarkably beautiful place, at least in late summer, and most of it has adapted to the declining opportunities of the late twentieth century with the same resourcefulness that brought wealth and influence in earlier times.  Upstate’s days of undisputed power are behind, yet the people, resources, history, culture and ethics that remain are resilient.  They are adapting to the changing world rather than capitulating to it.  Our country as a whole can learn much from their resilience.

There is still the matter of that grand house in Medina.  For anyone thinking it is a good buy, consider the following. Medina, NY has 5,900 people, down 8% since 2000.  The average house costs $69,200.  The unemployment rate is a shade under the national average at 9.8%, and overall jobs are declining, but the Brunner Industries brake components plant had a banner ad up for employment and was running a full shift when I rode by on a Saturday morning.  Sterling Best Places to Live ranks Medina in the top ten places in terms of security and for celebrating Thanksgiving. I can believe that, the leafy town must be breathtaking on a crisp autumn day.  The cost of living is 16.6% lower than the US average, yet Medina spends over $8,000 per student in their public schools, a third higher than the national average.  I can’t find anything in those statistics to warrant moving to Medin aif I am looking for an investment in the world of floating money.  Yet my hope is that someone buys that house, lives in it, keeps it well and in doing so enhances the stability of the town. They don’t buy it because it is a good investment, they don’t buy to make money, they buy it to live in it with the understanding that there are dreams that deserve to come true even if they cannot be tabulated in money.

 

 

 

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Walking Home

Towards the end of my stint in Haiti, when construction is under control, I try to knock off early and walk home. It is about a quarter mile from my home base at the BLB site to the school, then another half mile to Lex and Renee’s house in the middle of Grand Goave, then another mile or so across the river to Milleton, where I stay.  The intermediate points are helpful because night descends fast here, and I can catch a ride at either if I cannot reach the river before dark.  But the past two days I left early enough to walk the entire route, and it is a worthwhile excursion.

I take the walk to the school site twice a day, to check the status of construction around nine and then again for lunch, so that part is second nature to me now. I recognize everyone along the route, the children have learned that begging yields them nothing so they have stopped shouting ‘Give me one dollar”, but a few still like to run along with the blan.  By the time I get to the highway I often have a trio of children dragging on my arms.

The walk from the school to the house takes me along the highway and through the center of Grand Goave.  Market days are Wednesday and Saturdays and the pedestrians spill out into the road, choking traffic to one lane.  Retail geography works in Grand Goave just like it does on the Automile; all the charcoal sellers squat next to each other, as do the mango sellers and the chicken sellers.  Although blan are less of a curiosity since the earthquake, everyone looks at me with a stone face until I say bon swa, then their faces relax and they respond in kind.  Although I am captivated by Haiti I am not naïve to its dangers, so I put my wallet in my front pocket, keep my shoulder bag slung across my chest, and if I sense someone shadowing me I cross the street.  Still, nothing the least bit dangerous has occurred, if you dismiss my startles when I hear ‘Bon swa Paul’ out of sea of black faces.  Sometimes I can discern someone familiar, sometimes not.  It is unnerving to live in a place where you don’t know many people but so many know you.

Once I turn off the highway the streets are less crowded but no less interesting.  I pass the dress shop with the mannequin wearing a nylon pants ensemble circa 1982, the open lot where young guys wash their motorcycles, the haggard housewives sweeping the dirt in front of their houses (what is the point of sweeping dirt away from dirt, I wonder), the masons skimming mortar over quake cracks as if the houses just need a Band-Aid,  the fat guy squatting in front of the empty beer hall at this early hour, the cemetery with New Orleans style above ground tombs, and the walls with spray painted names of people who never made it to the cemetery.  A dieu Edith.  A dieu Dion.  A dieu Phillipe.  Names fixed to the walls that killed them.

Still the rubble and the reminders of the dead do not dampen this town of its good spirit. This afternoon there was a parade, a brass band pumping out an oom-pah beat while twin lines of women several blocks long danced down the street.  I have no idea what they were celebrating, but it was riotous joy

A dirt side street leads to the river.  The rainy season is a bit late this year and the river is bone dry.  A path descends the banks.  This is a favorite place to dump garbage, and therefore is the kingdom of the goats and pigs.  In December there were maybe three or four animals runting through the trash, but now there are dozens.  One mama pig alone has eight piglets scurrying around her, each a different color.  There is a steady path of people walking along the river bed, but the further I get from the market, the slower the pace. I have entered an area where a blan is still a rarity; the adults stop to chat, the children ask me for a dollar and settle for having their picture taken.  The river is stacked with garbage that, when the rains come, will wash away and turn the sea murky, but today the water in the distance is a sparkling crystalline blue.

I rise up the other bank into a different world, a rural scattering thick with tropical trees and lattice huts.  Here the houses are stitched together with palm fronds, the cooking fires are small, the children are naked, and their bellies distended, yet I am never out of earshot of laughter.  The word for happy in Creole is kontonn, which we think of as content.  I can’t fathom how these people can be as happy as they appear except as confirmation of my hypothesis that contentment has nothing to do with physical comfort. On this far side of the river everyone greets me, a few in English.  There are beautiful pale purple flowers along a hedge, the mango trees are bursting with fruit, a productive day of work is behind me, the sun casts a tender glow on distant mountains, and if life could be sweeter, it is beyond my imagination.

Parade in Grand Goave

Past the garbage in the river bed lies the beautiful sea

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Photo Tribute

Yesterday we finished pouring the concrete on the second floor of BeLikeBrit orphanage, a task that took seven weeks from building the formwork to installing the rebar to placing the concrete.  The last pout was 55 cubic yards of concrete, the largest ever.  Unfortunately the mixer broke so there was more work by hand, but the workers stayed until 7:30 pm, pouring in the dark, to complete the job.  I have been very impressed by the endurance and dedication of these men.

Anel waters the slabs that are already in place.  We keep the concrete moist for seven days after the pour.

Cupdon oils the forms before placing concrete so the forms can be removed easily after 28 days.

Johnny carries water from the well to the mixer.  He just loves to have his picture taken.

Clebert fills buckets of gravel.

Emmanuel carries buckets of sand.  His English is quite good; I greet him in Creole, he replies in English.

Felix is the oldest worker on site.  He supplies water to the mixer from 60 gallon barrels.  He always sports his fedora.

Moyse is one of the four guys who stand in the mixing trough all day shoveling the green concrete.

The bucket brigade up the steps waits for a line of buckets.

Gascon carries buckets of concrete.  He has a very serious contenance, but I finally got him to crack a smile yesterday, though not for the camera.

Francois ferries wheelbarrows of concrete across the bridge from the hill to the second floor.  This guy runs all day long.

Enoch, another wheelbarrower, shows off his ski hat.

Dumping a wheelbarrow of concrete.

Jean Luc is a finish mason; he wears this sparkling hat every day.

Troweling the concrete to a smooth finish.

Gama is the clerk of the works and an indispensible part of BLB’s progress.  He is a snazzy dresser, but today he got his clothes dirty when he jumped in an joined the production line, which spurred everyone to work harder.

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Pay Day in Grand Goave

One of the highlights of my stints in Haiti is pay day, which comes midway through each trip.  When I heard that Saturday was a half work day I figured that it would be a lighter day than the others, but in the construction shanty, it is the busiest day of the week.  All morning Fedo, the resident bookkeeper, and Gama go over the lists of who worked each day during the past week.  This can include up to 100 men, each of whom worked different days at different tasks at different rates of pay.

Around noon a well-scrubbed young man in a Lacoste shirt shows up and hands Gama bundles of bills.  He is from the bank, though the only ‘banks’ I have ever seen in Haiti are the brightly painted tin sheds that sell Lotto tickets along the side of the road with the word ‘bank’ in yellow block letters.  There is no retail banking in Grand Goave, no check books, no credit cards, no direct deposit.  I heard there is an ATM machine in Jacmel, forty miles away, but that may be a rumor.

Haitian money (the goude, 40 to the US dollar) is nicely designed with pastel pictures of Haitian heroes and large font numerals designating 100, 250, 500, and 1000.  It is the same shape as the dollar, but since wallets are not common, it does not maintain the rectilinear organization we give money.  It is just as likely to be crumbled into a ball as to lie flat.

The work day ends at two on Saturday, though today is a concrete pour day, which means the workers stay until they are done.  Since the mixer broke for two hours today, the pour went slow.  It is 4:30 by the time Gama and Fedo sit at the table in the work shack with their spreadsheet of names and days worked and piles of bills several inches high.  Since every business in Grand Goave is doing the same thing at this same time, I wonder if the Lacoste man has any cash left in his bank.

A line of workers queues outside the shanty.  The first one in is Clebon, the head carpenter.  “Ah, Clebon, you get to go first” I shake his hand and smile.  “Clebon lives in Port-au-Prince,” Gama explains, “he has a long drive home.”  “Moto?” I ask if he has a motorcycle, I know no workers own cars.  “No,” he laughs at me, “Tap-tap.”  Tap-taps are the crowded, slow, group taxies that snake the highways of Haiti.  It will cost Clebon a couple of dollars and about three hours to get home.

Fedo explains to Clebon his pay for the week. Clebon agrees to the amount and signs next to his name.  Gama hands him a fistful of bills. Next.  The crew leaders go first, sign and leave.  The line works its way down the ranks.  The signatures get shaky, then they turn into symbols.  Each worker has found a way to make a mark with a pen, however foreign it feels in his hand.

And so it goes, one worker after another.  Felix, the old man who tends the water for the concrete mixer, receives 1000 goudes for four concrete pours.  That is the basic laborer rate, $6.25 per day.  If you are very strong, say a fellow along the bucket brigade hauling concrete up the stairs, you make a premium, while the workers with both backbreaking endurance and some skill, the guys who wade in the concrete in hip boots and shovel all day long, your daily rate is even more.  Still, no laborer tops ten dollars a day.  There is a big shift up for managers.  Clebon and Fanes, the overall superintendent, make closer to twenty dollars per day.

But what does that buy them? No one owns a car, a few workers have motorcycles, most arrive on foot or by tap-tap before 6:00 am, which means they rise, dress, and travel in complete darkness.  Clebon will be lucky to get home to Port au Prince by seven o’clock, and has to rise at three to return the next day.  Most of the men have a piece of property and a house, even if it is only a shack. They don’t have extensive wardrobes – many laborers wear the exact same clothes every day.  Still, a day’s wages will feed a person for several days.  Gama says a man can eat well in Haiti for $1.50 a day, but if you want to eat something more than rice and beans with onion gravy and a garnish of pork, say a barbeque chicken, that might run half a day’s wages.

The men wait patiently to receive their pay.  The last leaves at 6:00 pm, as dusk turns to night.  After all the pay is distributed, Gama remains; he has hours of accounting to do.  Fedo and Francky, buddies since childhood, will stay with him. Haitians are almost never alone.  I am finished my work for the day and so I walk down the hill to MoHI where I can catch a ride to the mission house.

Along the main road I pass Leon, the rebar crew chief and one of my favorites.  He must live nearby; he is already clean and changed, wearing a pair of tan slacks and a snappy black linen shirt.  A very attractive woman is by his side.  He gives me a big smile and a firm handshake.  He is obviously happy, out with his girl.

Pay day in Haiti may seem like small change to us, but pay day is the same everywhere in the world. The work week is done; I have money burning a hole in my pocket, so let’s go out on the town.

 

 

 

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Pedaling Principles Chapter 13 – Pennsylvania, Words the Inspire Action

I am fond of Pennsylvania’s nickname, the Keystone State, since I feel a kinship for architectural terminology, even when applied in a different context.  I also appreciate its double meaning, as Pennsylvania was not only the keystone of our original colonies in terms of geography but also in temperament.  As a Quaker colony that fostered tolerance, Pennsylvania was the perfect place for the fiery radicals of New England and the Southern gentry to come together, vet their opinions, and discover common ground.  Our most fundamental guiding principles…that all men are created equal… life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness…to form a more perfect Union…government of the people by the people, for the people… they were all composed by Americans from other places, but all found their voice in Pennsylvania.  Pennsylvania is a place that appreciates the ability of words to influence, whether it is Benjamin Franklin’s witty Poor Richard or Thomas Paine’s provocative Common Sense.

The famous phrases associated with Pennsylvania uplifted my mind as I pedaled east on US 20 out of Ohio, but I had no idea how they might translate to the Erie Triangle, the chimney of Pennsylvania that was added in 1792 to ensure Great Lake access for the state.  This area historically aligns more with the Midwest than the Eastern Seaboard of our Founding Fathers.  The day was beautiful and I was ahead of schedule so I decided to take a diversionary ride through Presque Isle State Park and spend the night in Erie. In the park, which is a giant polyp sheltering Erie’s harbor, Commodore Perry’s famous quote, “Don’t give up the ship” headlined an extensive tribute of monuments and historical kiosks commemorating the Battle of Lake Erie during the War of 1812.  The quote was made far from Erie, as the battle actually occurred west of present day Cleveland, but Erie was the shipbuilder and provisioner of our Great Lake activities during the War of 1812 and they claim all the Great Lake war time activity as their own.  Perhaps Admiral Perry’s words are less eloquent than other quotes associated with the state, but it seemed typically Pennsylvanian to me to highlight the quote itself.  Whether they be words of war encouragement, words of national identity, or words of national healing, words are important in Pennsylvania.

Words are the tools we use to persuade and cajole, they are the key element of statecraft.  When we use them successfully we do not have to resort to the tools of war.  By the time I was in Pennsylvania, the Great National Debt Ceiling Debate was an embarrassing bit of history, our bond rating had been lowered, stock markets were bounding like children on a trampoline.  Everyone was quick to lay blame – it’s the Americans, it’s the Greeks, it’s the Chinese, it’s the Democrats, it’s the Republicans, it’s the corporations, it’s the unions. But as an intrepid searcher, cycling along a beautiful coast, nourished by the lofty quotations of Pennsylvania, I refused to be dragged into the finger pointing.  I wondered how affairs of State and Defense might look if we used our guiding principles to inform how we act in the world today.  As always, when we seek out and start by reckoning all that we hold in common with others, instead of stewing on our differences, the situation does not appear so intractable.

When we work with our healthcare clients to develop their guiding principles we consistently ask, ‘What is the story?’ the narrative that defines who we are, what we do, and what differentiates us from others.  In affairs of State it is paramount to know ‘our story’ so that our actions towards other nations are not only consistent with our fundamental beliefs; they are clear to others. Is our foreign policy one of ‘making the world safe for democracy’, is it ‘nation building’ or is it ‘protecting vital American interests’?  These are three rhetorical phrases we often hear as rationale for foreign policy decisions, yet each tells a very different story.  When we say we are the making the world safe for democracy, we are the benevolent big brother who knows what is best and will lend the little guy a hand so long as he follows our advice.  The term ‘nation building’ is more neutral as to whether a new government has to reflect our own but since the world is already divided into identifiable nations, except for Antarctica, nations are not built out of nothing. Therefore the term ‘nation building’ carries the unstated reality that we intend to upset some existing nation.  Something has to be altered or destroyed in order to build something new.  When we resort to the phrase ‘protecting vital American interests’ we have stepped down from our soap box, rolled up our sleeves and engaged because we want something.  It is the least altruistic of the phrases, but the most honest.  Foreign policy must flow from our best interests, and the same should be true for every country with whom we deal.  The challenge is that too often we define our self interest in short sighted ways, or our true interests get obfuscated by tangential factors that are ‘lobbied’ into getting more attention than they deserve.

If our objective is to foment democracy, why do we have such a long track record of supporting select dictators?  On the other hand, if our policy is nation building, why did we decide to overthrow the brutal but legitimate government of Iraq?  Overthrowing brutal regimes is a different story than nation building.  If our story is the straightforward protection of American interests, then why do we do such a poor job of understanding up front the cost of our Vietnam’s and Iraq’s and Afghanistan’s; encounters that cost us far more than we ever anticipated in loss of lives, economic resources and international stature.

Our foreign policy story may be inconsistent, but it does have one salient characteristic – we are in everybody’s business.  A hundred years ago our penchant for isolationism provided a lengthy deterrent to our involvement in World War I.  What a difference a century makes.  Today, the hand of American culture, money, and military strength is spread all over the world, and is particularly sticky where we have defined ‘our interests’.  This is appropriate in a globalized world where interaction among nations and cultures is essential. But this is also a challenge because one of our fundamental aspects, our independence, bucks against the gavotte of diplomacy required to negotiate among the world.

Our basic problem with foreign policy is that we want other people to be like us and we don’t understand why they don’t want to be.  We are a country with a healthy ego, we think we are the best at just about everything and consider ourselves generous in extending ourselves to those less fortunate. Problem is, as soon as we approach another country with the attitude that we are going to ’help’ them, we establish an unbalanced, paternalistic relationship that at a minimum chafes their ego and often undervalues their culture as well. Statecraft requires that we acknowledge other countries as equal and legitimate, whether they are democracies like ours or dictatorships we abhor.  If we deal with them as if we know best, we will not succeed in achieving our interests.

Statecraft that is based on guiding principles is not just about knowing our own story, it is about understanding others’ principles, even when they are not the same as ours. Our objective should always be to find the ways in which we are like other nations as opposed to highlighting our differences.  We have things in common with other cultures that we cannot possibly anticipate until circumstance provides an opportunity for understanding.  A Sunday afternoon from my trip provides a perfect example of this.

There are a number of Amish communities in Northeast Ohio.  Like most Americans I know little of the Amish except that they keep to themselves, wear old fashioned clothes and drive horse drawn buggies.  We are conflicted about the Amish, on one hand finding them queer for not taking advantage of the obvious efficiencies of our times, on the other hand idealizing them as representatives of a pure, agrarian past.  They are vessels of our curiosity into which we pour a complicated mix of our own insecurities and yearnings.  When I saw the occasional black buggy along my ride in Illinois and IndianaI fought the urge to stare, all the while wanting to search their faces for clues as to how they remain so apart from the rest of us.  But in Ohio I had an experience that tossed us together. For in fact, the Amish and I have something significant in common. We both eschew motorized vehicles.  Along the stretch of bike path between Millersburg and Fredericksburg, Ohio the paving is wide and the access signs at intersections show not only a bicycle logo, but also a carriage logo, for along this stretch the bikes and carriages share the path.  There I was in my spandex and helmet, brown legs and arms exposed to the sun, riding along young women on single speed bicycles in long blue dresses and bonnets, and stern men with bushy beards and broad brimmed hats steering carriages.  There was no averting eyes now; we smiled at each other, nodded, gestured to establish rights of way.  We were odd allies; I couldn’t help but snicker envisioning how community meetings must have transpired with cyclists and Amish sitting around a table to determine the parameters of their shared path – why there is thicker paving in one lane and how to accommodate the horse droppings.  For the rest of my trip when I saw Amish, I simply smiled and waved.  Even if all we shared in common was fifteen miles of pavement back in Ohio, it was enough of a bond to create greater comfort.

How might this same idea play out in foreign affairs? Let’s consider the intractable example of Islamic Fundamentalism.  We wring our hands over the challenge of fundamental Islam among Arab countries as if it something we cannot possibly comprehend.  Yet, the Unites States is the most religious of all Western nations.  Fundamentalism of many stripes flourishes within our borders.  True, we do not have a state religion and we tolerate a wide range of beliefs, but it is equally true that we have more experience living among fundamentalism and finding ways to accommodate it in our secular culture than any other first world nation. Instead of dismissing Fundamental Islam as abhorrent, aren’t we better off recognizing that the dangers of radical fundamentalism transcend denomination, that at the furthest end of the spectrum radical Muslims and radical Christians and radical Jews have more in common in their being extreme than they do by their different creeds?  Might it be possible to capitalize on our unique experience with fundamental religion, and our tolerance of it within a pluralistic religious tradition, as a link to forge some common ground with our Arab neighbors?  By itself it would not bring peace to the Middle East, but it would be one small way to express an alignment of experience and demonstrate the value of looking at every situation from the perspective of, ‘what do we share?’

Another key to statecraft guided by principles is to always seek the win-win situation and avoid the situation where any party is crippled beyond repair.  It may feel good to bring a foe to their knees, but it is not good statecraft.  The Versailles Treaty ending World War I left Germany so enfeebled it enabled the rise of Hitler, while after World War II the Marshall Plan not only helped Japan and Germany take their place among responsible nations of the developed world, it was also a tremendous boon to our own interests, triggering the golden years of the American Century.

It is difficult to address affairs of state without addressing war, which is the result of statecraft failed.  Let’s consider the spectrum of relationships that can exist between two countries.  At one point we have dominance, the control that mother countries exerted over colonies in the past, whether it was the control England foisted over the Colonies or Russia had over lessor members of the Soviet bloc.  Next we have influence, such as Russia used to exert in Cuba or the United States in the Philippines, where the interests of the larger party essentially determine the policies of the weaker one.  A less strong but more productive bond is alignment, such as the US enjoys with nations of Western Europe.  Next in the pecking order is autonomy, where countries act quite independent of each other yet come together as their interests dictate.  Singapore is an excellent example of a country that acts autonomously.  Their political system does not align with ours, yet we do not interfere with it.  The entire world trades with Singapore, regardless of political system; all sides focus on their mutual economic interests and do not allow them to be sullied by peripheral issues.  Then there are the countries of which we are wary; countries we hold at arm’s length because there are compelling mutual interests despite large differences.  Right now we have a wary relationship with Pakistan.  We need each other to fight terrorism and find stability in the Middle East, but we are uneasy partners.  Finally, there are the countries with which we are militant; either actively at war or so mistrustful that war-like posturing and threats are our primary form of connection.  When George Bush named the Axis of Evil, he established a militant relationship with Iran, Iraq and North Korea.  Since he introduced that label, we went to war with one, and remain in deep distrust of the other two.

The reason I refer to these terms as a spectrum is that dominance and militance come around to meet each other.  Any country that dominates another long enough and deep enough will face calls for independence and often civil war.  Simultaneously, the result of any successful war is dominance.  The United Statesis currently in a state of dominance in Iraq; we conquered the country and are still sorting out what to do with it.  What we won’t do is keep it, because the seventeenth century notion of conquer, control and keep is out of style.  Iraq will not become the 51st state.  Even though we invaded and threw out its government, we will not consider running it ourselves in the long term.  Instead we hope to find Iraqi’s who will run it more or less the way we want it run, but who also have some general approval of the Iraqi people, usually represented through a legitimate election.  The jury is still out on how successful our efforts will be, but the American people are tired of the war, which was pronounced ‘Mission Accomplished’ years ago, and it is no longer politically correct in a global context to conquer a territory and actually take it.  It was acceptable to many of our allies for us to overthrow Iraq; it would not be acceptable for us to keep it.

If we consider the range of relationships we can have with other nations, our objective should always be to seek an aligned, or at least autonomous condition.  Appealing though it sounds to dominate or influence another country, the cost is too great in terms of economic and political capital, especially since that old adage, ‘to the victor goes the spoils’ no longer applies.  These days, the victor just gets headaches.  On the other end of the spectrum, there is little benefit to having wary relationships with other countries, relationships that consist of closed doors and lost opportunities and may lead to war.

Americans consider themselves a peace loving people, but we go to war far too often and we almost never understand the risk/reward opportunities before we shoot.  We have incredible war making potential, potential that we used in World War II and then stockpiled in the numbers game we called the Cold War. Yet more than twenty years after the Berlin Wall fell and we were the only superpower left standing, we still get sucked into wars throughout the world.  Sometimes we start them; sometimes we jump into a fray in progress.  It is not unlike building new industrial parks in Ohio– we do what we know how to do.  The particulars of each war vary, but the results are always the same.  We lose important men and women on both sides, we drain our economy, we scarcely change the hearts and minds of the countries in which we intervene, and we get almost no material return for our effort.

In the Revolutionary War we were the upstarts, the rabble rousers who had little going for us except knowing the lay of the land and a passion for our cause.  The British were hired hands in bright clothes, tradition bound and lost in the new world.  Two hundred years later, in Vietnam, we had become the British, unable to grapple with the new rules and geography of guerilla warfare.  We have become more nimble since then, but we still fight wars that are out of our element with less and less support of the American public.  There is something comical yet ultimately depressing in the media images from Afghanistan.  Our men and women in camouflage uniforms with their rifles tight to their bodies meeting with local Afghan groups in flowing robes. Are we blind to the simple reality that the rifle preempts any meaningful dialogue?  That it establishes a hierarchical and coercive order that will last only so long as we are standing there with our threatening weapon?  There is no doubt that we are invaders; Peace Corps volunteers do not carry arms.

Wars have become part of the background noise of American life, they happen somewhere ‘over there’, they are fought by the small percentage of men and women for whom military service is a step up the economic ladder, or the even smaller percentage of men and women who view military service as a patriotic duty. What we lack in direct recruits, we outsource to Halliburton and others, the Hessians of our day. If we reenacted a random military draft to staff up these wars, they would end almost immediately.  Nothing would create a unified national will faster than the prospect of selecting at random our sons and daughters to trot off to these wars. The middle class would not abide it. That is why the draft has disappeared from our discourse.  We fight wars out of habit rather than resolve, and we are not the least bit creative in searching out alternative resolutions.

We have the big stick Teddy Roosevelt advocated.  In fact, our stick is so big and so strong we can’t use it without being labeled a bully.  Our capacity to inflict total annihilation makes it a hollow threat in the face of random terrorism, small country skirmishes and internal civil wars.  The simplistic idea of a war with boundaries, that there are two opposing forces with a line separating them, and that we know who is on which side, has evaporated.  Friends could be anywhere, foes are everywhere, and we can’t tell the difference.

Which brings us back to Statecraft, because we have a better chance of eliminating foes by diffusing their rage than we ever we do by seeking them out and shooting them.  I cannot pretend to understand a young man who decides to strap on a bomb and blow up himself and others for the glory of Jihad and seventy virgins in paradise.  But I can understand that there are millions of Arab men under 25 who have few opportunities in life, little education, little chance for work, little prospect of anything meaningful in a world that appears controlled by others.  If these young men can find a satisfying path in this world, they will have fewer reasons to bomb themselves and us into the next.

We are not going to get young Arab men, or any other disenfranchised group who currently view us as their enemy, to change attitudes overnight.  But we have to realize that our pattern of inconsistent rhetoric followed by consistent war making is not a wise one.  We cannot tell the world that we will preserve our quality of life at all costs and ignore the quality of theirs.  Though it galls our independence, our lives are intertwined with every other being on this planet, and if we want our lives to be comfortable and meaningful, we have to acknowledge that every other person has their own aspirations that deserve to be nourished.  This is not telling everyone in the world to be like us, this is telling the world that the best way for us to have what we want, is to let them pursue what they want as well.  Only when we work towards a foreign policy that actively seeks solutions where everybody wins, and acknowledges that nobody wins when war occurs, will we have a foreign policy guided by principle.

Riding north and east towards New York the land rose in tall bluffs above a calm, expansive Lake Erie on my left, while undulating strings of vineyards on my right marched to distant silhouettes of church steeples and rising hills. A pair of beautiful, complementary views, worthy of postcards.  Suddenly it occurred to me that I had seen postcard images of both views before; the sea reaching the bluffs reminiscent of Northern California, the vineyards and steeples distinctly European.  I was thousands of miles from either locale yet the essence of each came together in Pennsylvania.  The prevailing experience of long distance cycling is that our world is immense, but in that singular instance of two distinctive landscapes flanking my steady progress, the world seemed quite small.

 

 

 

 

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Ad for Construction Assistance for MoHI School

I hope my regular readers will pardon me putting an ad in the blog.  We are looking for a consturction supervisor for the MoHI School; this post is linked to several job search sites.

Use Your Construction Experience to Help Rebuild Haiti

Mission of Hope International (MOHI), a faith-based non-profit organization, provides a range of services to Haitians in Grand Goave, Haiti.

MOHI is building a new school to replace a facility damaged by the 2010 earthquake.  Grand Goave is a city of 25,000 people 50 miles west of Port-au-Prince, and 20 miles from the earthquake epicenter. Construction began in Fall 2011 and is scheduled for completion in Spring 2013.

Project Rendering

The school is being designed by Boston area architect Paul Fallon with structural engineering services provided by the Boston office of Simpson Gumpertz and Heger.  The building utilizes a proven system of ‘constrained masonry’ construction to provide a high level of earthquake resistance. Funding for materials and local construction crews for the school is provided through a German organization, “A Heart for Children”.  Since the construction system, which is new to Haiti, is a challenge for local craftsmen, MOHI is seeking one or more construction professionals with a background in commercial or institutional construction to provide on-site supervision.

Construction Site

All professional services for the project are being provided on a pro bono basis.  However, MOHI handles all aspects of life on the ground in Haiti, including transportation to and from Port-au-Prince and within Grand Goave, meals, lodging, and weekend recreational excursions.

If you are a construction professional with a desire to make a difference on a unique and important project and can make a commitment from one month to one year, please contact the architect, Paul Fallon, at paulefallon@yahoo.com to discuss this challenging and rewarding opportunity.

Mission of Hope Guest House

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Many Hands Make Light Work

‘Many hands make light work’ was one of my mother’s favorite phrases.  She said it at the end of every evening’s dinner, inducing each of us to clean up our own plate.  The phrase took on new meaning for me today as I witnessed 60 Haitians pour 38 cubic yards of concrete in less than six hours.  They used one mixer, two giant piles of sand and stone, twelve wheelbarrows, 40 buckets, 209 bags of cement and good spirited cooperation to create what we would produce in the United States with a crew a fifth the size, six ready-mix trucks and a pump.

Here are the cast of characters.  At 6:30 am two laborers chip away at the key joint from yesterday’s pour while another guy uses a hand broom and a shop vac to clean out the bottom of the forms over the 1100 square foot area. He starts at the northeast corner and works to the southwest, as does every aspect of the operation.  The finisher snaps lines that determine the top of the finish floor slab.

Meanwhile, down on the ground ten guys arrange five gallon plastic buckets against the piles of sand and stone, five per pile.  At the signal, one guy shovels the buckets full while the others pass them to the mixer.  Two guys dump 21 buckets each of sand and gravel while a third guy tosses in 5-1/2 bags of cement.  The hose guy adds water (in an amount that is less scientific than our structural engineers would like) and everything mixes up in the drum.  Once the mixture is well combined, the mixer dumps a cubic yard of concrete into a shallow basin where four guys in hip boots and long handled spades shovel concrete into waiting wheelbarrows and buckets.

There are twelve wheelbarrow guys.  When one is loaded he runs the barrow up the hill behind the orphanage, rolls it across a narrow plank bridge that connects to the second floor, wheels it to the pour area, dumps it, loops back to the bridge and down the hill to get another load.  It seems to me they have the best gig, and they must agree. Wheelbarrow guys are running and singing up and down the hill all day.  Meanwhile a line of guys stand on the construction stairs propped next to the concrete basin.  They chain bucket after bucket of green concrete up the steps and across the second floor to the pour area, then toss the empties back to the mixing area.

Planks are laid across the exposed slab reinforcing.  Concrete is dumped at the farthest reaches first.  One guy guides the concrete from the wheelbarrow or bucket, another vibrates the fresh concrete.  It takes a lot of buckets and barrows to fill a 9” thick slab and its integral beams.  Eventually, there is enough mass for the two finishers to start troweling the slab, making it smooth and level.

Watching the concrete pour from the top of the hill is a bit like Circ d’Soleil visting Busytown.  Buckets of concrete move very fast, the empties fly back like trapeze artists, wheelbarrows follow a complex route of up and over and back.  There is a blur of motion, yet when you look carefully, the only people who take more than one or two steps are the wheelbarrow guys.  Everyone else is arm’s length from their mate in the sequence.

The first concrete came out of the chute a little after 7:00 am, by 1:00 pm everyone was washing out their buckets and barrows and the finishers were smoothing the concrete around the last column.  Everyone was exhilarated, the workers stopped me and wanted their pictures taken, dusty guys with huge smiles.  The workers are paid per diem, so there is great incentive to finish, and no good way to stop for lunch.  By two they are all sprawled in whatever shade they can find with heaping plates of diri et ple (rice and beans) prepared by the local women who cook on site.  I greet the tired workers with ‘Bon Travil, merci beaucoup’ which Gama mimics.  That makes me feel good because we all know that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

The Concrete Mixing Basin

The Bucket Brigade

Trail of Wheelbarrows

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