8 December 2024

Book Review: The Gospel of Wealth by Andrew Carnegie

The publisher should be taken to task for really atrocious editing. There are words that are unfinished, random letters showing up all over and even paragraphs and pages being repeated. This was very hard to read.

I had bought this book to read the essay “The Gospel of Wealth” by none other than the industrialist Andrew Carnegie who had become the richest person in the world. Not to suggest that I have a problem of wealth that he did, but I am getting more and more curious about how to dispose of a couple of dollars I might have left when I die. A friend from Scotland had mentioned that my philosophies of money matches his and that I should read it. (I did not know Carnegie was Scottish, so my friend might have had a vested interest here 🙂 )

Once I got past the editor’s obvious sleeping at the desk, I absolutely loved the messages Carnegie has.

On making money

First, he establishes that capitalism is the right thing. Socialism cannot work in the long term. He believes there is nothing wrong with only some people making a lot of money thru the dint of their hard work and talent. As long as done ethically and with integrity. The society and community should be structured to let the hard working and talented make a lot of money.

Second, he is dead against being rich thru inheritance. Wealth has to be made by yourself thru hard work, he says. And on this, he feels people born poor have slight advantage that they are likely to strive harder than those who already have money. More on inheritance later.

Third, he is dead against wealthy people showing off or living lavish lives. To him, there are two phases of life – you work hard to make money and then you find the best way to dispose of it. It is not about consuming it yourself in excess.

So, how do you dispose of it?

This is where he believes that with great wealth comes great responsibility. He describes somebody who dies with a lot of money in the bank as “The man who dies thus rich dies disgraced”.

How not to dispose of money

First, he is against indiscriminate charity. To him that is thoughtless and taking the easy way out. He believes the wealthy man has far greater responsibility than throw away money to charity. Also, he is severe in his criticism of how much money given to charity actually reaches the folks for who the charity is raised.

Second, he does not believe too much money should be given to children. Just enough so that they may not come to terrible days. He suggests “moderate sources of income” for the wife and daughters and “very moderate, if any, moderate allowances” for the sons. (Of course, this is set in a society where women had a different place than modern America).

For this reason, he favored heavy taxation on inheritance. To him, the “State (needs to) mark its condemnation of the selfish millionaire’s unworthy life”.

How to dispose of money

To Carnegie, one needs to make the wealth work for greater good of the community. The person needs to take active interest in the utilization of that wealth. It should be a cause for the society or community for a greater good. Above all, it has to be something the person feels passionate about. If one has no particular passion about a greater good for the community, Carnegie considers them selfish for benefitting from the community but having no interest in the community’s good.

His suggestion is to create a trust fund. And then he gives some ideas he personally has. But he leaves it to the individual’s judgment and passion. His suggestions, in order of his personal interests are

(*) University or any institution of education or knowledge
(*) Library
(*) Hospitals (or medical colleges, labs and institutions involved in alleviation of human suffering)
(*) Public Parks
(*) Halls/Galleries for music and art
(*) Swimming baths!! (this was interesting. It seems in England those days, this was common – not so in America). I guess, this would be what we call community swimming pools today
(*) Churches

In summary, in his own words…

“To set an example of modest, unostentatious living, shunning display or extravagance; to prove moderately for the legitimate wants of those dependent upon him; and, after doing so, to consider all surplus revenues which come to him simply as trust funds, which he is called upon to administer, and strictly bound as a matter of duty to administer in the manner which, in his judgment, is best calculated to produce the most beneficial results for the community.”

Now, this book has a few other essays if you want. I was intrigued by his take on “Capital versus Labor” (which is going to be anathema to most all Private Equity firms). He is of the opinion Capital and Labor are not against each other and that the permanent relationship between those two have not been set yet. He is an ardent believer of labor unions and explains why this is a good thing.

There are other essays like “Americanism versus Imperialism” and “Democracy in Europe” if you are interested.

7 December 2024

We think in different wavelengths

I thought her first reaction would be “You are going out on on your bike? It is in the thirties outside!”

Instead, she said “Why did get such a loud shirt?”

I wanted to say “To make up for my silence…” but, you see, I am not allowed to talk. So, feet to the pedal it was

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6 December 2024

His favorite pastime of the day

Just nestles down in the middle of Sharmila’s art and then endlessly stares outside. It is like he contemplates on that old Henry Davies poem:

“What is this world, if so full of care
We have no time to stand and stare”

Occasionally he will get excited upon seeing other dogs and start barking at them, rather unremittingly.

5 December 2024

Wow! That was a pleasant surprise!!

It was the final leg of my trip to two cities while not being able to talk. I sat myself in my airplane seat and started checking all the emails from the day on my phone as the rest of the passengers kept boarding. I had already flashed my note to the lady sitting next to me that I am unable to speak. She had nonchalantly gone back to her knitting after reading the note.

A bit later, somewhat errr… chalantly, she tapped on my shoulder. I looked up to see that she was pointing my finger to somebody standing next to us. There was Hunt Jackson – smiling at me. We have worked together not once, but twice beore!! He was aware I could not talk. We had exchanged messages a few days back on his birthday. I smiled back, waved at him and mouthed “I did not know you were in this flight.” Soon, he had move with the queue as he went to his seat.

Back to emails it was. A few minutes later, a message notification came thru “Are you on a Delta flight from Denver to Atlanta right now?” My first reaction was to guess that Hunt’s message was delayed in reaching me. He must have texted me before he asked my next neighbor to call me.

Something struck me as odd – the sender’s name was rather small. In my contacts, Hunt’s name is written as “Charles Huntington Hunt Jackson”. Went back to the message. It was from “Amy Smith”!!! I know her from the place we had worked together before! And recently, we had talked at length during her birthday. (I was still talking then).

I furiously started messaging her back. “Why, yes! Are you too?”

She was. She had seen me. But was not sure if it was me. In her defense, we had not seen each other for over a decade.

“I should have called your name out when I passed you.” she wrote.

I explained to her that he might not have made a difference since I cannot talk. But I wrote that I will wait for her when we deplane.

Which I did.

We walked to the baggage carousel together, she filling me in on her new job!

It was so great to see Amy after such a long time!! I need to do this again though. There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask her but could not!

But, what is the chance that you run into two ex-colleagues in the same flight!

You want to hear the real coincidence? All three of us were in the same company once for some time!!!

5 December 2024

Mile High Fun

I had finished my second Board meeting in as many days and as many cities and had successfully survived thru them without talking. The second one was in Crawford Hotel in Denver which is in the same building as the Union Station. Decided to take the train to the airport instead of Uber.

It is a lovely building replete with train themed bar, coffeehouse, book store with an aura of a great throwback to the yesteryears.

First, I had to solve a practical problem. Where is my train and how do I get myself a ticket? I was looking here and there when a lady – who looked to be part of the staff given the fluorescent jacket she was wearing – approached me. She asked me if I needed help.

I used gestures to let her know that I cannot talk and that I was looking for a train to the airport. (you should have seen how smooth that take off was with my right arm). She immediately got it. She took me to the platform and pointed to a train there.

“It will leave in a minute”, she said.

I gestured that I need a ticket. She immediately fished out her iPhone and showed me the app. As I was buying it, she kept telling – “You can do this in the train”. I stopped and wrote to her in my iPhone app – “That’s okay. I want to walk around the station and enjoy it. I will take the next one.”

She seemed to be overjoyed. Took me around and gave me a full tour of the station. Apparently she has been working there for nearly 10 years.

Eventually, I said Thank You and Bye (used ASL and lip movement) and went to the coffee shop. There the tall girl at the counter welcomed me in a very friendly manner and asked what I would like. I first flashed my “Temporarily speech impaired” card and then flashed “One 12 oz cappuccino, non fat milk, please”.

“You can hear right? I can talk?” She asked.

I wrote back – “Of course! You will be surprised how most people do not get it. In fact you are the first person to get it”.

Well, with all that intelligence, she eventually disappointed me with her words.

“We have no non fat milk!!”

Anyways, I got my changed order in. Now, I have to mention one thing here. I have become fairly adept at saying “Thank you”, “Good morning”, “Hello” and all that in ASL. For example, I invariably use ASL to say Thank you or Thanks a lot!

I signaled Thank you to the girl and stood in a corner for my coffee.

Then something funny happened.

I noticed she went and talked to the much tattooed barista. This, I have seen at every bar and restaurant. Once I let one person know that I cannot speak, they alert every staff around.

The barista, surprisingly, stopped making my coffee and came out towards me.

I figured he had some questions about the cappuccino and instead of yelling from there, wanted to chat standing next to me. (I had to flash my phone, remember?)

Well, instead, he caught me by surprise when he started making all sorts of hand movements directed at me.

It took me a second to realize what was happening. HE was talking to me in ASL. (Well, advanced ASL, if you ask me)

It, in fact, brought back some memories of what happens whenever I go to a Central American or South American country.

I will start a conversation with a stranger with a few words and phrases in Spanish that I know. And then all hell will break loose once the stranger continues with a lot more sentences of Spanish.

Similar to that, in this case too, I quickly retreated to my “No habla espanol” mode!!

The barista smiled knowingly and went back to making coffee!!