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Life and Debt

I dare not comment on David Graeber’s monumental anthropological investigation into the role of debt in human relations in Debt: The First 5,000 Years. Any attempt by this hard sciences guy would almost certainly prove embarrassing. My motivation for reading the 400 page text (plus 62 pages of end notes) stems from a desire to understand the axioms that underlie modern concepts of indebtedness and money. Perhaps my recent interest in this subject is a natural consequence of middle age. Or maybe my heightened curiosity manifested from living in a social system whose very existence seems more precarious with each passing day.

What exactly is money anyway? What is a debt? How did these ideas come about and why do we adhere to them? Can communities function without monetary exchange? Graeber provides compelling answers to these questions by connecting a myriad of observations from cultures around the world throughout history. Connections that can explain universal, recurring trends such as the cycle of slavery to mine metals to produce coins to pay soldiers (who, in turn, captured more slaves). This “slavery-coinage-military complex” prevailed in the Axial Age (800 BC – 600 AD) in Europe, India and China that coincided with great unrest in each. If you are a human being living on planet Earth, you should read this book. The extended quote below from the last chapter provides an apt summary:

If this book has shown anything, it’s exactly how much violence it has taken, over the course of human history, to bring us to a situation where it’s even possible to imagine that that’s what life is really about. Especially when one considers how much of our own daily experience flies directly in the face of it.  As I’ve emphasized, communism may be the foundation of all human relations—that communism that, in our own daily life, manifests itself above all in what we call “love”—but there’s always some sort of system of exchange, and usually, a system of hierarchy built on top of it.  These systems of exchange can take an endless variety of forms, many perfectly innocuous.  Still, what we are speaking of here is a very particular type of exchange, founded on precise calculation.  As I pointed out in the very beginning: the difference between owing someone a favor and owing someone a debt is that the amount of a debt can be precisely calculated.  Calculation demands equivalence.  And such equivalence—especially when it involves equivalence between human beings (and it always seems to start that way, because at first, human beings are always the ultimate values)—only seems to occur when people have been forcibly severed from their contexts, so much so that they can be treated as identical to something else, as in: “seven martin skins and twelve large silver rings for the return of your captured brother,” “one of your three daughters as surety for this loan of one hundred and fifty bushels of grain.”…

This in turn leads to that great embarrassing fact that haunts all attempts to represent the market as the highest form of human freedom: that historically, impersonal, commercial markets originate in theft. More than anything else, the endless recitation of the myth of barter, employed much like an incantation, is the economists’ way of exorcising this uncomfortable truth. But even a moment’s reflection makes it obvious. Who was the first man to look at a house full of objects and immediately assess them only in terms of what he could get for them in the market? Surely, he can only have been a thief. Burglars, marauding soldiers, then perhaps debt collectors, were the first to see the world this way. It was only in the hands of soldiers, fresh from looting towns and cities, that chunks of gold or silver—melted down, in most cases, from some heirloom treasure, that like the Kashmiri gods, or Aztec breastplates, or Babylonian women’s ankle bracelets, was both a work of art and a little compendium of history—could become simple, uniform bits of currency, with no history, valuable precisely for their lack of history, because they could be accepted anywhere, no questions asked. And it continues to be true. Any system that reduces the world to numbers can only be held in place by weapons, whether these are swords and clubs, or, nowadays, “smart bombs” from unmanned drones.

It can also only operate by continually converting love into debt. I know my use of the word “love” here is even more provocative, in its own way, than “communism.” Still, it’s important to hammer the point home. Just as markets, when allowed to drift entirely free from their violent origins, invariably begin to grow into something different, into networks of honor, trust and mutual connectedness, so does the maintenance of systems of coercion constantly do the opposite: turn the products of human cooperation, creativity, devotion, love, and trust back into numbers once again.

Graeber, David.  Debt: the first 5,000 years.  Melville House 2014. pp 386-387

A bit further down, Graeber explains a false, but ubiquitous, idea that by simply being alive we are in debt–a debt so great that we can never even hope to repay:

It’s hardly surprising that the end result, historically, is to see our life itself as something we hold on false premises, a loan long since overdue, and therefore, to see existence itself as criminal.  Insofar as there’s a real crime here, though, it’s fraud. The very premise is fraudulent.  What could possibly be more presumptuous, or more ridiculous, than to think it would be possible to negotiate with the grounds of one’s existence?  Of course it isn’t.  Insofar as it is indeed possible to come into any sort of relation with the Absolute, we are confronting a principle that exists outside of time, or human-scale time, entirely; therefore, as medieval theologians correctly recognized, when dealing with the Absolute, there can be no such thing as debt.”

Graeber, David. Debt: the first 5,000 years.  Melville House 2014. p 387.

Below, Graeber captures the potential paradox that I have felt–but have not been able to articulate–that has long fueled my contempt for the rampant materialism and iniquity that so plagues our modern age, especially in post-WWII United States. Bank-imposed FICA scores come to mind here:

For me, this is exactly what’s so pernicious about the morality of debt: the way that financial imperatives constantly try to reduce us all, despite ourselves, to the equivalent of pillagers, eyeing the world simply for what can be turned into money–and then tell us that it’s only those who are willing to see the world as pillagers who deserve access to the resources required to pursue anything in life other than money.

Graeber, David. Debt: the first 5,000 years.  Melville House 2014. pp 389-390

Though Graeber’s aim in Debt was not to offer “concrete proposals” for change, the last line of the text is the crucial take away for this 21st century malcontent:

What sorts of promises might genuinely free men and women make to one another? At this point, we can’t even say. It’s more a question of how we can get to a place that will allow us to find out. And the first step in that journey, in turn, is to accept that in the largest scheme of things, just as no one has the right to tell us our true value, no one has the right to tell us what we truly owe.

Graeber, David. Debt: the first 5,000 years. Melville House 2014, p 391.

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Self-hosted Email: A Pleasant Fiction

I am, by nature, defiant.  My challenge behaviors are triggered when I encounter policies or viewpoints that curtail freedom or hide truth (by my admittedly subjective estimation).

With school ending I will no longer have access to the non-corporate, school-hosted, email account on which I’ve grown fully dependent.  It is known that most, if not all, corporate email providers–Comcast, Google, Yahoo, Microsoft and many others–examine the content of their client’s email to tailor advertising for that particular user.  If private companies are allowed to infringe on our privacy in this way, one can only imagine what “monitoring practices” the United States government employs in their (officially-stated) interest of “national security”.   I really dig such blanket terms deliberately kept vague to rouse feelings of fear; these jive well with my personal views on things (see first sentence of this post).  Because I value my privacy, and because I wanted to learn a potentially valuable skill, I decided to try and set up an email server at home.   It’s not that I have anything to hide or that I’m at all interesting from a security perspective, it’s simply that I believe that my daily doings and communications are nobody’s business but mine and my message recipients’.

From the onset, I suspected that setting up an encryption-enabled email server would not be easy. Two years ago I ambitiously set up web and file servers through my home Internet connection and it quickly became obvious that the powers that be–my ISP: Comcast–are not all that keen on the idea.  But it was still doable; that is, Comcast had not taken measures to block their customers’ capacity to setup and run a web-server.  The main limitation imposed is input traffic to my server is comparably slower than outgoing requests.  For my uses presently, this directional  asymmetry in my internet connection is not a problem.

So, I figured the same scenario  would hold for my setting up a self-hosted email account.  I downloaded Postfix, the famed email server software of yor, and then diligently configured it to be secure using Dovecot SASL.  Anything but intuitive, and overly complex as is just about everything network-related, I managed to get everything running locally after four days’ work.  To troubleshoot my many misconfigurations, I sought guidance from both Ubuntu Server documentation pages as well as other, “unofficial”, configuration guides from all corners of The Internet. Eventually I got the server running sufficiently well to verify its proper functioning through my LAN. Next I endeavored to configure it up for SSL encryption which is no small feat. And when I was finally ready to open the firewall to let ‘er rip… nothing.

Test emails I composed were neither sent from my server nor received by it.  I checked my configuration files, my IP address and ports settings, shut down and restarted the server several times and verified that all was peachy locally.  Feeling defeated, I begrudgingly checked out my internet service provider’s traffic policies.  Buried within several layers of fluff likely intended to dissuade less persistent investigators, I discovered that Comcast, and several other ISPs, made a pact to block port 25, the default port for nonencrypted email traffic.  To combat email spam was the reason given; which, to be fair, seems to me a valid one.  The problem is, the block effectively (and quietly) removes the freedom for internet users to control the routing and storage of their own email as most unix-based email servers, like Postfix, can really only function by using port 25.  Perhaps there is a way to bypass this by changing it to receive traffic though another port, but as far as I can tell, a move to another port would require participation by both the senders and the recipients.  I doubt anybody who emails me would be willing to go to the effort of changing their port settings just so their message could be received by my lone server.  I think you get the idea.

Annoyed, both at Comcast and mostly myself for not checking on ISP support of email servers BEFORE I invested a nearly a week’s worth of time and effort, I set the email portion of my domain to point toward an encryption-based email hosting service that is  physically located overseas.  There my email will be stored, hopefully outside of prying eyes, hopefully for a good long while, and hopefully with warning that they will be purged should the company fold.  Above is just one chapter in my transition from technophile to technophobe.