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The Mythology of Work
2018-09-03
What if nobody worked? Sweatshops would empty out and assembly lines
would grind to a halt, at least the ones producing things no one would
make voluntarily. Telemarketing would cease. Despicable individuals who
only hold sway over others because of wealth and title would have to
learn better social skills. Traffic jams would come to an end; so would
oil spills. Paper money and job applications would be used as fire
starter as people reverted to barter and sharing. Grass and flowers
would grow from the cracks in the sidewalk, eventually making way for
fruit trees.
And we would all starve to death. But we’re not exactly subsisting on paperwork and performance evaluations, are we? Most of the things we
make and do for money are patently irrelevant to our survival—and to
what gives life meaning, besides.
This text is a selection from Work, our 376-page analysis of
contemporary capitalism. It is also available as a pamphlet.
That depends on what you mean by “work.” Think about how many people
enjoy gardening, fishing, carpentry, cooking, and even computer
programming just for their own sake. What if that kind of activity could provide for all our needs?
For hundreds of years, people have claimed that technological progress
would soon liberate humanity from the need to work. Today we have
capabilities our ancestors couldn’t have imagined, but those predictions still haven’t come true. In the US we actually work longer hours than we
did a couple generations ago—the poor in order to survive, the rich in
order to compete. Others desperately seek employment, hardly enjoying
the comfortable leisure all this progress should provide. Despite the
talk of recession and the need for austerity measures, corporations are reporting record earnings, the wealthiest are wealthier than ever, and tremendous quantities of goods are produced just to be thrown
away. There’s plenty of wealth, but it’s not being used to liberate humanity.
What kind of system simultaneously produces abundance and prevents us
from making the most of it? The defenders of the free market argue that there’s no other option—and so long as our society is organized this
way, there isn’t.
Yet once upon a time, before time cards and power lunches, everything
got done without work. The natural world that provided for our needs
hadn’t yet been carved up and privatized. Knowledge and skills weren’t
the exclusive domains of licensed experts, held hostage by expensive institutions; time wasn’t divided into productive work and consumptive leisure. We know this because work was invented only a few thousand
years ago, but human beings have been around for hundreds of thousands
of years. We’re told that life was “solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short” back then—but that narrative comes to us from the ones who
stamped out that way of life, not the ones who practiced it.
This isn’t to say we should go back to the way things used to be, or
that we could—only that things don’t have to be the way they are right
now. If our distant ancestors could see us today, they’d probably be
excited about some of our inventions and horrified by others, but they’d surely be shocked by how we apply them. We built this world with our
labor, and without certain obstacles we could surely build a better
one. That wouldn’t mean abandoning everything we’ve learned. It would
just mean abandoning everything we’ve learned doesn’t work.
One can hardly deny that work is productive. Just a couple thousand
years of it have dramatically transformed the surface of the earth.
But what exactly does it produce? Disposable chopsticks by the billion;
laptops and cell phones that are obsolete within a couple years. Miles
of waste dumps and tons upon tons of chlorofluorocarbons. Factories that
will rust as soon as labor is cheaper elsewhere. Dumpsters full of
overstock, while a billion suffer malnutrition; medical treatments only
the wealthy can afford; novels and philosophies and art movements most
of us just don’t have time for in a society that subordinates desires to profit motives and needs to property rights.
And where do the resources for all this production come from? What
happens to the ecosystems and communities that are pillaged and
exploited? If work is productive, it’s even more destructive.
Work doesn’t produce goods out of thin air; it’s not a conjuring
act. Rather, it takes raw materials from the biosphere—a common treasury shared by all living things—and transforms them into products animated
by the logic of market. For those who see the world in terms of balance
sheets, this is an improvement, but the rest of us shouldn’t take their
word for it.
Capitalists and socialists have always taken it for granted that work
produces value. Workers have to consider a different possibility—that
working uses up value. That’s why the forests and polar ice caps are
being consumed alongside the hours of our lives: the aches in our bodies
when we come home from work parallel the damage taking place on a global
scale.
What should we be producing, if not all this stuff? Well, how about
happiness itself? Can we imagine a society in which the primary goal of
our activity was to make the most of life, to explore its mysteries,
rather than to amass wealth or outflank competition? We would still make material goods in such a society, of course, but not in order to compete
for profit. Festivals, feasts, philosophy, romance, creative pursuits, child-rearing, friendship, adventure—can we picture these as the center
of life, rather than packed into our spare time?
Today things are the other way around—our conception of happiness is constructed as a means to stimulate production. Small wonder products
are crowding us out of the world.
Work doesn’t simply create wealth where there was only poverty
before. On the contrary, so long as it enriches some at others’ expense,
work creates poverty, too, in direct proportion to profit.
Poverty is not an objective condition, but a relationship produced by
unequal distribution of resources. There’s no such thing as poverty in societies in which people share everything. There may be scarcity, but
no one is subjected to the indignity of having to go without while
others have more than they know what to do with. As profit is
accumulated and the minimum threshold of wealth necessary to exert
influence in society rises higher and higher, poverty becomes more and
more debilitating. It is a form of exile—the cruelest form of exile, for
you stay within society while being excluded from it. You can neither participate nor go anywhere else.
Work doesn’t just create poverty alongside wealth—it concentrates wealth
in the hands of a few while spreading poverty far and wide. For every
Bill Gates, a million people must live below the poverty line; for every
Shell Oil, there has to be a Nigeria. The more we work, the more profit
is accumulated from our labor, and the poorer we are compared to our exploiters.
So in addition to creating wealth, work makes people poor. This is clear
even before we factor in all the other ways work makes us poor: poor in self-determination, poor in free time, poor in health, poor in sense of
self beyond our careers and bank accounts, poor in spirit.
“Cost of living” estimates are misleading—there’s little living going on
at all! “Cost of working” is more like it, and it’s not cheap.
Everyone knows what housecleaners and dishwashers pay for being the
backbone of our economy. All the scourges of poverty—addiction, broken families, poor health—are par for the course; the ones who survive these
and somehow go on showing up on time are working miracles. Think what
they could accomplish if they were free to apply that power to something
other than earning profits for their employers!
What about their employers, fortunate to be higher on the pyramid? You
would think earning a higher salary would mean having more money and
thus more freedom, but it’s not that simple. Every job entails hidden
costs: just as a dishwasher has to pay bus fare to and from work every
day, a corporate lawyer has to be able to fly anywhere at a moment’s
notice, to maintain a country club membership for informal business
meetings, to own a small mansion in which to entertain dinner guests
that double as clients. This is why it’s so difficult for middle-class workers to save up enough money to quit while they’re ahead and get out
of the rat race: trying to get ahead in the economy basically means
running in place. At best, you might advance to a fancier treadmill, but you’ll have to run faster to stay on it.
And these merely financial costs of working are the least expensive. In
one survey, people of all walks of life were asked how much money they
would need to live the life they wanted; from pauper to patrician, they
all answered approximately double whatever their current income was. So
not only is money costly to obtain, but, like any addictive drug, it’s
less and less fulfilling! And the further up you get in the hierarchy,
the more you have to fight to hold your place. The wealthy executive
must abandon his unruly passions and his conscience, must convince
himself that he deserves more than the unfortunates whose labor provides
for his comfort, must smother his every impulse to question, to share,
to imagine himself in others’ shoes; if he doesn’t, sooner or later some more ruthless contender replaces him. Both blue-collar and white-collar
workers have to kill themselves to keep the jobs that keep them alive;
it’s just a question of physical or spiritual destruction.
Those are the costs we pay individually, but there’s also a global price
to pay for all this working. Alongside the environmental costs, there
are work-related illnesses, injuries, and deaths: every year we kill
people by the thousand to sell hamburgers and health club memberships to
the survivors. The US Department of Labor reported that twice as many
people suffered fatal work injuries in 2001 as died in the September 11 attacks, and that doesn’t begin to take into account work-related
illnesses. Above all, more exorbitant than any other price, there is the
cost of never learning how to direct our own lives, never getting the
chance to answer or even ask the question of what we would do with our
time on this planet if it was up to us. We can never know how much we
are giving up by settling for a world in which people are too busy, too
poor, or too beaten down to do so.
Why work, if it’s so expensive? Everyone knows the answer—there’s no other way to acquire the resources we need to survive, or for that
matter to participate in society at all. All the earlier social forms
that made other ways of life possible have been eradicated—they were
stamped out by conquistadors, slave traders, and corporations that left
neither tribe nor tradition nor ecosystem intact. Contrary to capitalist propaganda, free human beings don’t crowd into factories for a pittance
if they have other options, not even in return for name brand shoes and software. In working and shopping and paying bills, each of us helps
perpetuate the conditions that necessitate these activities. Capitalism
exists because we invest everything in it: all our energy and ingenuity
in the marketplace, all our resources at the supermarket and in the
stock market, all our attention in the media. To be more precise,
capitalism exists because our daily activities are it. But would we
continue to reproduce it if we felt we had another choice?
On the contrary, instead of enabling people to achieve happiness, work
fosters the worst kind of self-denial.
Obeying teachers, bosses, the demands of the market—not to mention laws, parents’ expectations, religious scriptures, social norms—we’re conditioned from infancy to put our desires on hold. Following orders
becomes an unconscious reflex, whether or not they are in our best
interest; deferring to experts becomes second nature.
Selling our time rather than doing things for their own sake, we come to evaluate our lives on the basis of how much we can get in exchange for
them, not what we get out of them. As freelance slaves hawking our lives
hour by hour, we think of ourselves as each having a price; the amount
of the price becomes our measure of value. In that sense, we become commodities, just like toothpaste and toilet paper. What once was a
human being is now an employee, in the same way that what once was a pig
is now a pork chop. Our lives disappear, spent like the money for which
we trade them.
Most of us have become so used to giving up things that are precious to
us that sacrifice has become our only way of expressing that we care
about something. We martyr ourselves for ideas, causes, love of one
another, even when these are supposed to help us find happiness.
There are families, for example, in which people show affection by
competing to be the one who gives up the most for the
others. Gratification isn’t just delayed, it’s passed on from one generation to the next. The responsibility of finally enjoying all the happiness presumably saved up over years of thankless toil is deferred
to the children; yet when they come of age, if they are to be seen as responsible adults, they too must begin working their fingers to the
bone.
But the buck has to stop somewhere.
People work hard nowadays, that’s for sure. Tying access to resources to market performance has caused unprecedented production and technological progress. Indeed, the market has monopolized access to our own creative capacities to such an extent that many people work not only to survive
but also to have something to do. But what kind of initiative does this instill?
Let’s go back to global warming, one of the most serious crises facing
the planet. After decades of denial, politicians and businessmen have
finally swung into action to do something about it. And what are they
doing? Casting about for ways to cash in! Carbon credits, “clean” coal, “green” investment firms—who believes that these are the most effective way to curb the production of greenhouse gases? It’s ironic that a catastrophe caused by capitalist consumerism can be used to spur more consumption, but it reveals a lot about the kind of initiative work
instills. What kind of person, confronted with the task of preventing
the end of life on earth, responds, “Sure, but what’s in it for me?”
If everything in our society has to be driven by a profit motive to
succeed, that might not be initiative after all, but something
else. Really taking initiative, initiating new values and new modes of behavior—this is as unthinkable to the enterprising businessman as it is
to his most listless employee. What if working—that is, leasing your
creative powers to others, whether managers or customers—actually erodes initiative?
The evidence for this extends beyond the workplace. How many people who
never miss a day of work can’t show up on time for band practice? We
can’t keep up with the reading for our book clubs even when we can
finish papers for school on time; the things we really want to do with
our lives end up at the bottom of the to-do list. The ability to follow
through on commitments becomes something outside ourselves, associated
with external rewards or punishments.
Imagine a world in which everything people do, they do because they want
to, because they are personally invested in bringing it about. For any
boss who has struggled to motivate indifferent employees, the idea of
working with people who are equally invested in the same projects sounds utopian. But this isn’t proof that nothing would get done without bosses
and salaries—it just shows how work saps us of initiative.
Let’s say your job never injures, poisons, or sickens you. Let’s also
take it for granted that the economy doesn’t crash and take your job and savings with it, and that no one who got a worse deal than you manages
to hurt or rob you. You still can’t be sure you won’t be
downsized. Nowadays nobody works for the same employer his whole life;
you work somewhere a few years until they let you go for someone younger
and cheaper or outsource your job overseas. You can break your back to
prove you’re the best in your field and still end up hung out to dry.
You have to count on your employers to make shrewd decisions so they can
write your paycheck—they can’t just fritter money away or they won’t
have it to pay you. But you never know when that shrewdness will turn
against you: the ones you depend on for your livelihood didn’t get where
they are by being sentimental. If you’re self-employed, you probably
know how fickle the market can be, too.
What could provide real security? Perhaps being part of a long-term
community in which people looked out for each other, a community based
on mutual assistance rather than financial incentives. And what is one
of the chief obstacles to building that kind of community today? Work.
Who carried out most of the injustices in history? Employees. This is
not necessarily to say they are responsible for them—as they would be
the first to tell you!
Does receiving a wage absolve you of responsibility for your actions?
Working seems to foster the impression that it does. The Nuremburg defense—“I was just following orders”—has been the anthem and alibi of millions of employees. This willingness to check one’s conscience at the workplace door—to be, in fact, a mercenary—lies at the root of many of
the troubles plaguing our species.
People have done horrible things without orders, too—but not nearly so
many horrible things. You can reason with a person who is acting for
herself; she acknowledges that she is accountable for her
decisions. Employees, on the other hand, can do unimaginably dumb and destructive things while refusing to think about the consequences.
The real problem, of course, isn’t employees refusing to take
responsibility for their actions—it’s the economic system that makes
taking responsibility so prohibitively expensive.
Employees dump toxic waste into rivers and oceans.
Employees slaughter cows and perform experiments on monkeys.
Employees throw away truckloads of food.
Employees are destroying the ozone layer.
They watch your every move through security cameras.
They evict you when you don’t pay your rent.
They imprison you when you don’t pay your taxes.
They humiliate you when you don’t do your homework or show up to work on time.
They enter information about your private life into credit reports and
FBI files.
They give you speeding tickets and tow your car.
They administer standardized exams, juvenile detention centers, and
lethal injections.
The soldiers who herded people into gas chambers were employees,
Just like the soldiers occupying Iraq and Afghanistan,
Just like the suicide bombers who target them—they are employees of God, hoping to be paid in paradise.
Let’s be clear about this—critiquing work doesn’t mean rejecting labor, effort, ambition, or commitment. It doesn’t mean demanding that
everything be fun or easy. Fighting against the forces that compel us to
work is hard work. Laziness is not the alternative to work, though it
might be a byproduct of it.
The bottom line is simple: all of us deserve to make the most of our
potential as we see fit, to be the masters of our own destinies. Being
forced to sell these things away to survive is tragic and
humiliating. **We don’t have to live like this**.
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