By Jason Wehling
February 23, 1995
My actual material make-up seems harmless enough. I most often appear as a mere scrap of paper, yet my shape takes many forms. I can appear as a bank statement, a check, gift certificate, a winning lottery ticket, a plastic credit card, even a surreal maelstrom of billions and trillions of electrons that are fired across the planet every single day in a matter of seconds. I maintain an illusion of inertness, an unbiased objective tool, a mere medium of exchange. But I am much more than that.
A geographic analysis of the world reveals how the operation of the current social organization that humans have chosen is structured to accentuate my power. Cities are located largely on sea ports, perfectly positioned to ease my movement from one port to another, from one country to another. Millions, perhaps billions of miles of cables have been laid, satellites have been launched into orbit and microwave communications have been developed in order to better accommodate my electronic flow.
Walk through the downtown section of any major city in the world and look up at the buildings. Not even a hundred years ago, the tallest buildings were churches of another faith. Now they are temples erected in my name: banks, institutions that produce absolutely nothing and exist only to further my power.
Christianity itself, the dominant ideology of the western world for the last millennium, has waned in the face of my new religious following. In his book, The Midas Touch, Anthony Sampson argues that my origins are linked to worship. "Early coins emerged from temples, and the word Moneta, 'she who warns,' was the title of the goddess Juno, whose temple was used by the Romans as a worship to make coins".
People purchase goods with me, get paid for their work with me and people regularly invest me in order to increase my power. The word used to describe my system -- capitalism -- is just another way of saying moneyism. People worship me every single day of their lives, not just once a week on Sunday. Large returns are a sign of my blessing.
The United States of America has declared itself the crusading paladin of my faith. America is the self-proclaimed protector of my sacred church: the free market. Any person, organization or country that holds views at odds with my religion will be destroyed in my name: money. The Cold War was largely a manifestation of this crusade. Marx's Communism was the largest and most powerful heresy and therefore required obliteration to satisfy me. It's not the authoritarianism of Marxism that was blasphemous. Many brutally authoritarian governments in Latin America have the blessing of my arch-angel, the United States. Even the ostensibly Communist countries such as China, have my favor. It is heresy against me that is not allowed.
I have a way of perpetuating my power, even by those who remain unconscious of my power. I am a mere scrap of paper, yet I gain power in every time you use me. I am worthless unless I am transacted. That is the beauty of me -- if you possess me you must worship me. It's like an addiction, once you join my system, you can't exit. Consumerism breeds more consumerism.
My church is changing everything. Anything that is not ready to sell must be transformed into a commodity. Only then can I grow. The environment is worthless unless it is exploited, creating capital and thus enlarging my congregation. I care not for the destruction of ecosystems. I need only production and consumption.
I have changed the entire way society looks at itself. People used to grow food to eat, wove clothes to wear and build shelter to live in. Now, everything is done for me. People don't work with the idea that what they are doing is necessary to themselves and the community at large. They are merely fulfilling a individualistic need to worship me.
Even better, people are no longer human beings. They are mere cogs in my great machine. The more a person can conform to this reality, the more holy a person becomes, and therefore receives more of my favors. People are referred to as 'consumers' or 'producers'. Read the newspaper. It never reads: "a human being died today". No, instead it might read: "A doctor died" or "the President died" or "a police officer died." People are defined by how well they worship me. Those that worship more are remembered more than those who worship very little. Bill Gates, my new high priest, is well known, but who is the guy on the downtown street corner? I do not care and neither will you.
If I did not have this power, why is it that millions of people starve and billions go malnourished daily while the world produces more than enough food to adequately feed everyone? Why is it that a person must go without necessary medical attention merely for the fact that he or she hasn't the means to properly worship me? I am so very powerful.
The most important element of this faith is the fact that it is nearly impossible for members of my religion to even envision a world without the father, the son and the holiest of ghosts: private property, money, and the so-called free market. Language has been constructed to discourage such an undertaking. Any words that were created to describe a society structured differently, without me, have been altered with negative connotations or have been forgotten -- words like socialism, anarchism, collectivism, solidarity, mutual aid and autonomy.
There have been heretics through the ages such as Gerard Winstanley of England, Jean Varlet of France, Peter Kropotkin of Russia, Emma Goldman of the United States and Che Guevara of Argentina who have dared to dream. But I had them harassed, brutalized or murdered for their idealism. Just as heretics of the Catholic Church were erased from memory, so too, these visionaries have been removed from the history books by my new Inquisition.
I am God, I am money and in God you will trust.