
So have any of you heard about the “Occupy Wall Street” movement that started life in New York but has now spread across the world’s major cities in various forms. Well, you would have if you have liked our Facebook page as I posted two articles on it in the last week about this very subject, but for those of you luddites out there not on Facebook (yes, I know - social networking is evil and will turn us into antisocial zombies) let me enlighten you a little?
Although not completely 100% clear on what their biggest beef is and who it is with (and this has been one of the main criticisms levelled at the group), their main bone of contention boils down to a growing realisation (perception?) that they have been done like a dinner. Their tagline is “we are the 99 percent” which refers to their belief that the 1% rich have got richer while the rest of them have seen their wealth decimated, job opportunities dry up and their homes foreclosed at record levels.
They have a sneaky suspicion that the wizards of Wall Street have got away relatively scot free with peddling their dodgy wares of cheap and easy credit and tricky dick investments, with government bailouts and handouts, and have taken up where they left off a few short years ago, while the 99% are expected to pull in their belts and suck it up as America tries to get their economic ball rolling again.
Although nowhere near the level of intensity that has been seen in America, there have been similar protests here. Protest is probably too strong a word for the benign camp outs in financial districts that have so far been the hallmark of our arm of the movement but let’s stick with protest for the sake of this blog.
So, what do I think?
It’s easy to look down your nose to say the protesters are grumbling victims blaming nasty big corporations and bankers for their predicament when, in boom times, those same people were in there with their ears back racking up credit for a plasma tele and a McMansion in the burbs. That’s the easy way out.
There’s a part of me frustrated at the financial district’s smug self righteous talk of capitalism and free markets while those who are nearing or at retirement invested in so called balanced options in their super funds (for balanced read up to 75-80% in growth assets!) now peering down the barrel of filling in forms at Centrelink. I no longer look at those men (or women) in suits in the glass towers of the CBD as superior experts with the inside scoop on how or where to invest. I realise there is no magic bullet to building wealth. I understand more about the nature of risk and return.
As the commentators keep telling us we should count ourselves lucky to live in this country and in this part of the world. With our economy cushioned by stricter banking controls and a resources boom that has some way to fire yet, what I most fervently wish for is that we all make the best of our good fortune. That when the boom does peter out (as all booms must) we find ourselves at an individual and national level experiencing the security and comfort that comes from financial responsibility. And that responsibility falls not just on us but also on the shoulders of our business and political leaders.
Here’s hoping, anyway.
