Bastiat and Organized
Plunder
The
other night a local talk-radio host, usually a
polite conservative, was discussing whether American corporations should be
allowed to outsource
jobs. But
his good manners deserted
him when a caller said, As the nineteenth-century economist
Frédéric Bastiat said,
The host cut him off right there:
I dont want to hear some eighteenth-century [sic] economic
theory. He immediately went on to the next caller.
I was shocked. A conservative
whod never heard of Bastiat? Didnt even know what century
hed lived in?
When I was a kid, there were a few
books every young conservative read. These were little books by Barry
Goldwater, Ayn Rand, Bill Buckley, Henry Hazlitt, and a handful of others. This
small library nearly always included The Law, by
Frédéric Bastiat.
Ive told this story often,
but there are golden moments an old man loves to recall. As
LaRochefoucauld says, How is it that we can remember the smallest
details of our experiences, but not how many times we have recounted them
to others?
On a beautiful June day in 1965,
when I was 19, I was sitting in my ancient Ford at a gas station in Michigan,
across the street from my old high school. While my tank was filling, I was
reading The Law.
I came upon a simple point that
stunned me. Bastiat wrote, Look at the law, and see whether it does
for one citizen at the expense of another what it would be a crime for the
first to do to the other himself. If so, the law itself is criminal.
![[Breaker quote: The simple truth we all ignore]](2005breakers/050310.gif) At
that very time, Lyndon Johnson was enacting Great Society programs that
did just that. All his redistribution schemes, many of which are still with us,
amounted to what Bastiats little book a long pamphlet, really
called organized plunder. In Bastiats view,
government was (or was fast becoming) a morbid system whereby
everybody seeks to live at the expense of everybody else.
If Bastiat had written nothing else,
The Law would have been enough. Generations of liberty-loving
readers have cherished it; yet most people today have never heard of it, or
of Bastiat.
Bastiat (18011850) was a
devout, reflective man who served briefly, and probably with mounting
horror, in the French Assembly. In an age of corrupt democracy, he was a
scrupulous old-fashioned liberal who believed that the state should be
confined to very few functions, beyond which it became tyrannical. He lived
just long enough to enunciate a few principles he had distilled, dying before
age fifty.
Bastiat can hardly be said to have
an economic theory. He merely applied the Golden Rule to
politics. He insisted that there is no separate morality for the government.
What is wrong for the rest of us is wrong for the state, however the state
may try to disguise its criminality as benevolence. And if you allow the state
to rob your neighbors on your behalf, dont kid yourself: youre
criminal too.
One might think a truth so simple
and unavoidable would be compelling in every age. But various ideologies
monarchic, Marxist, Machiavellian, democratic ingeniously
evade it. Men persuade themselves that the state is exempt from ordinary
moral norms and has a special right to coerce, even to make war.
But the same principle applies. If
you have no right to take others wealth, neither you nor a majority
like you may delegate such a power to the government. If you have no right
to kill foreigners who have done you no harm, you cant delegate the
power to do so to the government either. You cant
delegate a right that doesnt exist in the first place.
Numbers cant overrule
principles, and complications dont change axioms. No human authority
can make right what is wrong in its essence. But the state tries to make us
all accomplices in its crimes, and many people accept the invitation with
gusto, believing they can profit by the system of organized
plunder the way gamblers are confident that they can beat the
house.
Some ideas take the world by
storm. Bastiats ideas havent not because they are
too complex, but because they are too obvious. Unable to contradict them,
the world goes on ignoring them.
Joseph Sobran
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