Marx and Exploitation
Karl Marx, 1818-1883 (Wikimedia Commons)
There are useful materials on Marx's life here: http://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/
And on major Marxists and fellow-travellers, both thinkers and doers, see materials here: http://www.marxists.org/archive/index.htm
Many people today puzzle over how revolutionary Marxism could have attracted so many for so long. How, they ask, could so many people still believe in it after the disastrous effects of Stalinism and then Maoism had become so evident? Part of the answer lies in revolutionary Marxism's ideological appeal: its religious creed. Here it is, as formulated by C. Wright Mills:
"[T]he Ideological Message of Marxism [is]:
"You do not have to be poor any longer. Everywhere men have always lived as exploiters and exploited. As long as the means of producing goods were not sufficient to provide for all, perhaps this evil condition was inevitable.
"It is no longer inevitable.
"You do not have to be poor.
"You are poor not because of anything you have done or anything you have failed to do, not because of original Sin, or the Will of God or because of bad luck. You are poor because of economic and political conditions. These conditions are called capitalism. At first, capitalism was a great progressive force in man's history; under it men built enormous facilities for the production of all the things they need.
"You are poor and you are exploited and you are going to be exploited as long as capitalism prevails. For capitalism has ceased to be a progressive force; it has become an obstacle to Progress, to your progress. It enters into every feature of human life, private and public, and all of them it corrupts. Capitalism is the system that exploits you.
"You do not have to be poor. The conditions that make you poor can be changed. They are going to be changed. Inside capitalism itself are the seeds of its own destruction. What will happen, whether you are yet aware of it or not, is that you are going to make a revolution. Those who rule over you and keep you poor are going to be overthrown. That is the next step forward in human progress. You are going to take that step. By the revolution you can abolish capitalism, root, stock and branch. By the revolution you can eliminate once and for all the exploitation of man by man; you can enter into a socialist society in which mankind conquers nature. And no man any longer will know poverty and exploitation."
--C. Wright Mills, The Marxists (New York: Dell, 1962), pp. 32-3
Marx on Exploitation and the Reserve Army of the Unemployed
http://digitalcollections.library.yale.edu/GroupsView.aspx?qid=5090
Many argue, against Marx's theory of exploitation, that it predicts that the working class will be increasingly immiserated and driven to starvation. Yet in the world's rich countries, since the Industrial Revolution, the working class's standard of living has improved enormously. So doesn't this falsify the theory? Here it helps to read the report of a non-Marxist socialist, the British political theorist G. D. H. Cole:
"Marxists sometimes argue that...the advanced countries, operating policies of economic and political imperialism, have thriven by exploiting the peoples of the less developed countries: so that the workers in the advanced countries have become in effect exploiters of colonial and quasi-colonial labor, and have in consequence taken on bourgeois characteristics. Today, it is argued, the real exploited proletariat consists of the workers and peasants of the less developed countries, out of whose product the workers, as well as the capitalists, of the advanced countries live relatively well by extracting the surplus value."
--G. D. H. Cole, "The New Revisionism," in C. Wright Mills, The Marxists (New York: Dell, 1962): 439-453, p. 444
Here is a poem by Robert Pinsky that deals with exploitation and capitalism:
"Shirt"
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams,
The nearly invisible stitches along the collar
Turned in a sweatshop by Koreans or Malaysians
Gossiping over tea and noodles on their break
Or talking money or politics while one fitted
This armpiece with its overseam to the band
Of cuff I button at my wrist. The presser, the cutter,
The wringer, the mangle. The needle, the union,
The treadle, the bobbin. The code. The infamous blaze
At the Triangle Factory in nineteen-eleven.
One hundred and forty-six died in the flames
Of the ninth floor, no hydrants, no fire escapes--
The witness in a building across the street
Who watched how a young man helped a girl to step
Up to the windowsill, then held her out
Away from the masonry wall and let her drop.
And then another. As if he were helping them up
To enter a streetcar, and not eternity.
A third before he dropped her put her arms
Around his neck and kissed him. Then he held
Her into space, and dropped her. Almost at once
He stepped to the sill himself, his jacket flared
And fluttered up from his shirt as he came down,
Air filling up the legs of his gray trousers--
Like Hart Crane's Bedlamite, "shrill shirt ballooning."
Wonderful how the pattern matches perfectly
Across the placket and over the twin bar-tacked
Corners of both pockets, like a strict rhyme
Or a major chord. Prints, plaids, checks,
Houndstooth, Tattersall, Madras. The clan tartans
Invented by mill-owners inspired by the hoax of Ossian,
To control their savage Scottish workers, tamed
By a fabricated heraldry: MacGregor,
Bailey, MacMartin. The kilt, devised for workers
To wear among the dusty clattering looms.
Weavers, carders, spinners. The loader,
The docker, the navvy. The planter, the picker, the sorter
Sweating at her machine in a litter of cotton
As slaves in calico headrags sweated in fields:
George Herbert, your descendant is a Black
Lady in South Carolina, her name is Irma
And she inspected my shirt. Its color and fit
And feel and its clean smell have satisfied
Both her and me. We have culled its cost and quality
Down to the buttons of simulated bone,
The buttonholes, the sizing, the facing, the characters
Printed in black on neckband and tail. The shape,
The label, the labor, the color, the shade. The shirt.
--Robert Pinsky, The Figured Wheel (New York: Noonday Press, 1996), pp. 84-5