The book: In Defense of Globalization by Jagdish Bhagwati
About the author:
Jagdish Bhagwati has a distinguished academic career. On the short list of Nobel Award. He is the teacher of my Econ471 professor, Kar-yiu Wong, in Columbia.
About the book:
Why would any one who profited from Globalization bother to defend it? If he gains legit, why bother? If he profits unorthodoxly, why go public? After all, globalization is not a ponzi scheme like Amway or stock promotion, where the promoter has a personal interest in seeing more people participating. On the contrary, if all your competitors are outsourcing to India, you can’t underbid them anymore.
So who would bother to defend globalization? That is where the discussion is getting interesting. Because Bhawati speaks as if he is paying tribute to globalization on behalf of the folks on the receiving end of it.
Bhagwati was born in a colonized India and spent at least the early part of his career fighting wide spread poverty. In the book, he expresses deep sympathy for the poor. Although he discusses the impact global trade has on culture, women, democracy, wage and environment, inevitably, he circulates back to the subject of poverty. For women, it is about finding a job if she has to “walk out on her husband” (p240). For democracy, it is about gradually building up a substantial middle class (p94). To understand Bhagwati, one has to imagine oneself looking out from an apartment in New Delhi.
But for at least some of the polemicists Bhagwati tries to convert, they are looking out from a library or a Starbucks. Their concern is more likely about the alienating nature of capitalism: the spirited pursuit of material progress that is so essential to any social development in Bhagwati’s world is exactly what is giving them grief. And I would argue that such grief is just as valid as Bhagwati’s conviction, not some surplus sympathy or sentiment.
Recently, a reporter for the Los Angeles Times wrote a book (Enrique’s Journey) about a Central American boy’s journey to search for his illegal immigrant mother in America. His mother left him when he was still a toddler so even in his late teens he had never met his mother. After seven attempts and having endured unspeakable sufferings, he finally located her in North Carolina and settled down nearby. This may likely be another success story in Bhagwati’s account. However, this “all is well that ends well” attitude is rather limited. If one thinks of the boy’s journey as a whole, and as a pixel in the snapshot of humanity today, the irony starts to assert itself: before globalization, a poor child looking for his mother had to travel on foot, but would suffer no harsher humiliation than having to beg for food. Today, a poor child can travel by bus or train. At the same time, however, he must face the possibility of being attacked, robbed, raped and killed. One has to ponder not only the worthiness of such “success” but the value coordinates by which it is measured. Is consumable materialistic gain the only yardstick of man’s welfare? To what degree can we accept the degradation of humanity in exchange for utility improvement?
Having failed to acknowledge this non-material aspect of the globalization debate, Bhagwati is going to have to work extra hard to change the critics’ minds.
A quick and nasty comment on his prose–pompous, pretentious: like a servant becomes a master, schools his servant on how to wait on him then tip gratuitously. Yuk!