We call ourselves the "party of principle," and we
base property rights on the principle that everyone is
entitled to the fruits of his labor. Land, however, is
not the fruit of anyone's labor, and our system of land
tenure is based not on labor, but on decrees of privilege
issued from the state, called titles. In fact, the term
"real estate" is Middle English (originally French) for
"royal state." The "title" to land is the essence of the
title of nobility, and the root of noble
privilege.
The royal free lunch
When the state granted land titles to a fraction
of the population, it gave that fraction devices with
which to levy, and pocket, tolls on the fruits of the
labor of others. Those without land privileges must
either buy or rent those privileges from the people who
received the grants or from their assignees. Thus the
state titles enable large landowners to collect a
transfer payment, or "free lunch" from the actual land
users.
The widow is gathering nettles for her
children's dinner; a perfumed seigneur, delicately
lounging in the Oeil de Boeuf, hath an alchemy whereby he
will extract the third nettle and call it rent.
— Carlyle .... Read the
whole piece
H.G. Brown:
Significant Paragraphs from Henry George's
Progress & Poverty: 13 Effect
of Remedy Upon Social Ideals (in the unabridged
P&P:
Part IX: Effects of the Remedy — 4. Of the changes
that would be wrought in social organization and social
life)
From whence springs this lust for gain, to gratify
which men tread everything pure and noble under their
feet; to which they sacrifice all the higher
possibilities of life; which converts civility into a
hollow pretense, patriotism into a sham, and religion
into hypocrisy; which makes so much of civilized
existence an Ishmaelitish warfare, of which the weapons
are cunning and fraud?
Does it not spring from the existence of want?
Carlyle somewhere says that poverty is the hell
of which the modern Englishman is most afraid. And he is
right. Poverty is the openmouthed, relentless hell which
yawns beneath civilized society. And it is hell
enough. The Vedas declare no truer thing than when the
wise crow Bushanda tells the eagle-bearer of Vishnu that
the keenest pain is in poverty. For poverty is not merely
deprivation; it means shame, degradation; the searing of
the most sensitive parts of our moral and mental nature
as with hot irons; the denial of the strongest impulses
and the sweetest affections; the wrenching of the most
vital nerves. You love your wife, you love your children;
but would it not be easier to see them die than to see
them reduced to the pinch of want in which large classes
in every highly civilized community live? The strongest
of animal passions is that with which we cling to life,
but it is an everyday occurrence in civilized societies
for men to put poison to their mouths or pistols to their
heads from fear of poverty, and for one who does this
there are probably a hundred who have the desire, but are
restrained by instinctive shrinking, by religious
considerations, or by family ties. ...
read the whole chapter
Thomas Carlyle, quoted by James Dundas White in a pamphlet
entitled "Land-Value
Policy"
The Mother-Earth
"The Land is Mother of us all; nourishes,
shelters, gladdens, lovingly enriches us all; in how many
ways, from our first wakening to our last sleep on her
blessed mother-bosom, does she, as with blessed
mother-arms, enfold us all! ... Properly speaking, the
Land belongs to these two: to the Almighty God; and to
all his Children of Men. …It is not the property of
any generation, we say, but that of all the past
generations that have worked on it, and of all the future
ones that shall work on it." [Thomas Carlyle, Past and
Present, iii, 8]
A Landless Nation
"We hear it said, the soil of England, or of any
country, is properly worth nothing, 'except the labour
bestowed on it,' This, speaking even in the language of
Eastcheap, is not correct. The rudest space of country
equal in extent to England - could a whole English
nation, with all their habitudes, arrangements, skills,
with whatsoever they do carry within the skins of them
and cannot be stript of, suddenly take wing and alight on
it - would be worth a very considerable thing! . . . On
the other hand, fancy what an English nation, once 'on
the wing,' could have done with itself, had there been
simply no soil, not even an inarable one, to alight on?
Vain all its talents for ploughing, hammering, and
whatever else; there is no Earth-room for this nation
with its talents. …Soil, with or without ploughing,
is the gift of God. The soil of all countries belongs
evermore, in a very considerable degree, to the Almighty
Maker! The last stroke of labour bestowed on it is not
the making of its value, but only the increasing
thereof." [Thomas Carlyle, Past and Present, iii, 8]
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