Banking is not what it used to be. Today, the business of banking is the creation of slaves to debt.
Over the last thirty years, I have watched new banks started nearly every year. Each was billed as a “community” bank with a community focus. That lasted for only a brief time. The principle investors had found a cash-cow that they began to milk with abandon and after the allowable legal minimum of time sold the bank to a Yankee enterprise. They made a nice profit. Profit is not the problem; the problem is making profit the center of the enterprise. The community spirit was only a front for private gain.
The difference in banking from what was to what is is best illustrated by scenes from two films, one produced last year, the other in the 1940s. The International is a suspense/action film which follows the investigation of an international bank which has presumably involved itself with a criminal/terrorist element. The following is a brief excerpt of dialogue from the film:
Female investigator—But why is the bank committing so much of its capital and resources to the sale of these missiles.
Arms manufacturer—It’s a test. Small arms are the only weapons used in 99% of the world’s conflicts. And no one has the capacity to manufacture them faster and cheaper than China. What [the banker] is attempting to do is to make the IBBC [International Bank of Business and Credit] the exclusive broker of Chinese small arms to the third world. …
Male Investigator—Yeah, but billions of dollars invested simply to be a broker. There can’t be that much profit for them.
Arms manufacturer—This is not about making profit from weapons sales. It’s about control.
Female investigator—Control the flow of weapons; control the conflict.
Arms manufacturer—No. No. The IBBC is a bank. Their objective isn’t to control the conflict, it’s to control the debt that the conflict produces. You see, the real value of a conflict, the true value, is in the debt that it creates. You control the debt, you control everything. [pause] You find this upsetting? Yes? But this is the very essence of the banking industry, to make us all, whether we be nations or individuals, slaves to debt.
The other film is Capra’s It’s a Wonderful Life. About mid-way through the film, George Bailey, the banker, is personally helping a family of Italian immigrants move from a rental house to a new home.
Bailey stands on the new porch and announces “Mr. & Mrs. Martini, welcome home.”
His wife Mary then presents a loaf of bread and a bag of salt to the new owners with the blessing, “Bread, that this house may never know hunger. Salt, that life may always have flavour.“
Bailey then joins the blessing by presenting a bottle of wine, “And wine, that joy and prosperity may reign forever. Enter the Martini castle!”
It is interesting that Hollywood has so accurately portrayed the changes in attitude and the corruption at the heart of our banking system today. Banking is no longer about providing financial services to a community, but rather controlling the debt of the community to the extent that everyone becomes a slave to the bankers.
Monarchs used to build their castles on hill-tops not only for defense but they also built towers from which they could survey their domain. Modern bankers do the same. Ensconced in multi-story steel and glass fortresses, they survey the cities and country-side which they control through debt. Providing debt with abandon, they enslave us all.
All of man’s enterprise must strike a balance between service and profit – they are not mutually exclusive of each other. In fact, when businesses are built upon the age-old and proven principles and ethics of Christianity, service and profit do quite well together. We need bankers who will again as George Baileys understand their position in the community as servants. In a society governed by Christian principles, the banker is a man of integrity who sees both his depositors and debtors as neighbours, friends, and fellow-travelers in the journey of life. Therein lies our freedom.
I yearn for a Free Tennessee.
From Solitude,
David O Jones