Economic hit men (EHMs) are highly paid professionals who cheat countries around the globe out of trillions of dollars. They funnel money from the World Bank, the U.S. Agency for International Development (USAID), and other foreign “aid” organizations into the coffers of huge corporations and the pockets of a few wealthy families who control the planet’s natural resources. Their tools include fraudulent financial reports, rigged elections, payoffs, extortion, sex and murder. They play a game as old as empire, but one that has taken on new and terrifying diminsions during this time of globalization.
I should know; I was an EHM.
So begins the preface to Confessions of an Economic Hit Man by John Perkins.
On his way to exposing the depraved moral crime commonly referred to as “economic development,” Perkins shares the origin of the boogeyman with his readers:
I had a romanticized vision of Indonesia, the country where I was to live for the next three months. Some of the books I read featured photographs of beautiful women in brightly colorred sarongs, exotic Balinese dancers, shamans blowing fire, and warriors paddling long dugout canoes in emerald waters at the foot of smoking volcanoes. Particularly striking was a series on the magnificent black-sailed galleons of the infamous Bugi pirates, who still sailed the seas of the archipelago, and who had so terrorized early European sailors that they returned home to warn their children, “Behave yourselves, or the Bugimen will get you.” (emphasis added)
The reality of Indonesia was quite different:
But there was also an ugly, tragic side to [Jakarta]. Lepers holding out bloodied stumps instead of hands. Young girls offering their bodies for a few coins. Once-splendid Dutch canals turned into cesspools. Cardboard hovels where entire families lived along the trash-lined banks of black rivers. Blaring horns and choking fumes. The beautiful and the ugly, the elegant and the vulgar, the spiritual and the profane. This was Jakarta, where the enticing scent of cloves and ochid blossoms battled the miasma of open sewers for dominance.
Confessions of an Economic Hit Man is a delightfully readable and well written expose of the dark underbelly of economic development and globalization. Very early on in his descent into the moral quagmire of life as an EHM, Perkins realizes that there is a fundamental problem with how America’s economic empire is portrayed by the conventional wisdom:
I also realized that my college professsors had not understood the true nature of macroeconomics: that in many cases helping an economy grow only makes those few people who sit atop the pyramid even richer, while it does nothing for those at the bottom except to push them even lower. Indeed, promoting capitalism often results in a system that resembles medievil feudal societies. If any of my professors knew this, they had not admitted it – probably because the big corporations, and the men who run them, fund colleges. Exposing the truth would undoubtedly cost those professors their jobs-just as such revelations could cost me mine.
As you listen to cable coverage and read newspaper stories of Bush’s visit to South America, keep in mind that the very same analysis applies to the M$M. It makes no difference whether “economic reporters” are willfully ignorant or keepers of the immoral flame of free trade and globalization, America’s global economic empire is steeped in blood and genocide.
The next chapter is titled Selling My Soul. Perkins’ book should be required reading for all American school children and full grown adults who wish to be informed about the root causes of terrorism. They don’t hate us for who we are. They hate us for what our leaders do in our name.