Like so many policy domains, international economic policy in the West has fallen victim to the Late Twentieth Century Delusion: 'People are people.'
Foreign policy was once the playground of race realists at every level. The only trace of this left may be the Pentagon, who in its double-secret PC-proofed dungeon whips up instructional pamphlets aimed at keeping GIs from getting killed by letting them know some people are, in fact, Not Like Us. (Or used to anyway.)
Back when foreign conquest was the norm, the primitive peoples of the world were seen as docile labor to exploit (rightists) or as poor backward heathen to civilize (leftists). But what no one disagreed on was that they were, in fact, primitive. That is to say, Not Like Us.
De-colonization, the U.N., etc. at last clued us in to the fact that everybody on planet earth was, in fact, just like us. International economic policy has thus taken on a rather surreal cast, as on the one hand the West insists that Africa is its equal, but on the other hand sets up trade agreements with her that make her appear, decades after de-colonization, to be a slightly retarded child.
One current example of the perils of 'People are people' is that of the European Monetary Union, or Eurozone. Conceived in the chaos of the waning days of Bretton Woods, it aimed to be something entirely new--a monetary and economic union of several large sovereign states. The hard work of Jacques Delors, among others, made it all happen.
(The British, then as now, were not enthusiasts.)
Ten years later, it all seems to be falling apart. (Don't be fooled by the lull in hysterics; disintegration continues apace.) Economists are openly warning that to survive, the Eurozone will have to split in two. Yet the 2011 EU decision-makers seemed totally baffled by the meltdown. Why?
The reasons are many; we shan't look at all but only one: People aren't people.
The Eurozone, some have surmised, was at its heart an attempt by the French to neuter fearsome Germany once and for all. The German cities and states had long been wealthy trade centers, but unification in 1871 gelled them into a power that brought Europe to its knees. Germany was, in a word, scary. Forcing her to entwine her fiscal fortunes forever with those of Mediterranean Europe... what better way to leash the giant?
So how did it happen?
As Bretton Woods broke down, several European states began to peg their currencies to each other: The European Monetary System (EMS) was born. The end goal was a single currency for all of Europe, with liberté, égalité, and fraternité for all. But there was always a niggling problem.
During this time [1983-87], the Deutsche mark evolved as the anchor currency of the system, and the anti-inflationary policies of the Bundesbank became the reference point for partner countries....
There were perceptions that the system was "asymmetric" because of the dominant role of the Deutsche mark...
In the wake of the Wall Street crash of October 1987, ...international funds sought refuge in the Deutsche mark, and strong tensions developed within the ERM [European Exchange Rate Mechanism]... (1)
What to do when the dream of equality bumps up against the reality of superiority?
While Germany may have chained herself to this shaky ship to atone for her WWII sins, for the weaker southern economies it was basically a free-cash bonanza. (Much like EU accession).
Once they had joined the euro zone, Europe's southern countries gave up trying to sort out their finances, says [ex-Finance Minister] Papantoniou. With a steady flow of easy money coming from the northern European countries, the Greek public sector began borrowing as if there were no tomorrow. This was only possible because the country, in becoming part of the euro zone, was also effectively borrowing Germany's credibility and credit rating.
Then the 2008 world credit crunch hit and the tide went out, revealing who was not wearing a bathing suit. Unpayable debts, hand-wringing, finger-pointing, late night negotiations, harried Brussels press conferences, riots, tear gas... Time to throw in the towel?
















