I write this to explain why in the world I would be in
Washington not only on a Friday night and a Saturday afternoon, but of all
weekends, on the weekend when the World Bank and the International Monetary
Fund (IMF) are having their annual meetings.
Two out of every three years they hold their joint meetings in the
capital of the Free World, the third year somewhere else. They like holding their meetings in the
capital of the Free World because they are very much interested in the capital
of the Free World.
Finance ministers, government economic development experts,
and related hangers on from all over the globe gather to talk about poverty and
economic hardship in the poor countries and how the rich countries have an
obligation to channel more money in the direction of the poor countries. They have been doing this for something over
65 years. And yet, with a few
exceptions, the poor countries seem to remain poor, the most notable growth
being in the number of poor countries.
Early in my career in Washington, back in the early 1980s,
these meetings used to be a lot of fun.
The world’s largest commercial banks would hold lavish parties. In those days the big banks, encouraged by
the IMF, the World Bank, and their own governments, were big into lending money
to the poor countries, billions and billions of dollars. That money was supposed to fuel economic growth
by funding big projects that politicians could take credit for and where they
could have their pictures taken at elaborate ribbon cutting ceremonies. The projects were started, some of them
built, but very little economic development resulted. The poor nations were not very good at paying
back the loans. In the mid-1980s it
almost destroyed the banks. Since then,
they have gotten out of that business.
They stopped holding the parties, too.
Walking through Washington last night and this afternoon I
could see nevertheless that lavish parties were still going on. I am not sure who was hosting them. I think that at least some were sponsored by
non-profit groups. But they were still
lavish. It was very difficult getting
past the fanciest hotels and restaurants and some of the popular museums. Stretch limos were packed in as the financial
leaders of these poor countries were climbing out and milling around, dressed
in tuxedos, evening dresses, and pricey jewelry, to hear speeches from well-paid
development experts, delivering their latest reports on the tough financial
times and their clever theories about the obligations of rich nations like the
United States to send more money to the poor nations.
This afternoon we walked by Lafayette Square, within earshot
of a group of protesters in front of the White House. Somebody was bellowing through a
bullhorn. I could not quite make out
what he was chanting. I think it had
something to do with the World Bank and IMF not giving poor nations enough
money. As I say, I could not quite make
it out. My son said it sounded all the
world like,
No more pencils,
No more books,
No more teachers’
Dirty looks.