Author: Matthew Stevenson

  • The Dollar: Running on Reserve

    During the recent financial crisis, I didn’t meet anyone else who was invested in stocks and bonds. I guess I was the only one. Everyone else was holding “cash,” as they often quietly boasted. But even if your money is kept under a mattress, cash is best understood as a zero-coupon bond, in most cases drawn against an overdrawn nation-state.

    Cash may be king, but the sovereign looks more temporary than a Romanov heir living in a rented villa in the south of France.

    The risk comes about because, in order to be held in any amount, money has to be deposited in banks, of course, which during the crisis wiped away more investor capital than did Bernie Madoff. (At the end of 2006 Citigroup had a market cap of $273 billion; today it is $16 billion. And at least it stayed in business.)

    Before getting into the ability of the Obama administration to spend and borrow further, and the wisdom of those who hoard cash, a bit of perspective:

    Paper money had its origins as bills of acceptance. The bearer of the circulating note could present documents at a warehouse and collect (should no cash be on hand) bales of cotton or coffee.

    Subsequently, governments decided that they, too, ought to be in the wealth creation game, and they began issuing national currencies. Literally and figuratively, depending on what was stirred into the vats of the paper companies, the deals amounted to money for old rope.

    In some societies, bondholders (that is, all those with folding money in their wallets) demanded convertibility of currency into silver or gold. In countries off a gold or peg standard, however, money amounts to little more than an unsecured loan to a national government, which today is the best way to think of the American dollar.

    During Reconstruction, the divide in the United States was between those that demanded a currency exchangeable into gold (Wall Street banking houses) and those that wanted convertibility into silver, if not wheat, corn, or sorghum (farmers).

    Not surprisingly, despite the eloquence of William Jennings Bryan, the gold interests defeated the farm lobby, which made it impossible for loans to be repaid with cheap — that is, inflated — dollars.

    The American money supply became a function of gold purchases and production, if not hostage to the fortunes of price fixes, corners, and oligopolists, who loved nothing more than to squeeze the economy into periods of recession. Deflation, when general prices fall, is a banker’s best friend, as it takes that much more “real” money or hard assets to repay a loan denominated in gold-backed dollars.

    The strength of the American dollar was confirmed in the 1944 Bretton Woods conference in Washington, which both fixed the international price of gold and the supremacy of the greenback. Suddenly the dollar was as good as gold. Why mine or buy gold when you can print it?

    Nothing other than the U.S. government’s promises restricted the amount of dollars that could be issued into world markets. No world central bank actually monitored the ratio of circulating currency and gold reserves, and few with dollars ever went to the Treasury to swap cash for gold ingots.

    The costs of the Vietnam War and the Great Society forced the dollar off the gold standard in 1971. To pay for the guns and butter, Washington increased the money supply (printed dollars). The only monetary constraint was the supply of ink and paper.

    For a while trade partners continued to accept payment in dollars, believing that the U.S. economy was stronger than any other. The dollar might have “floated” in relation to other currencies, but at least it wasn’t the Russian ruble or the Argentine peso.

    The problem with floating currencies is that they are susceptible to runs should the issuing country run up budget or trade deficits. Why should anyone lend money to a bad business just because the enterprise is a country with a flag?

    As U.S. deficits increased, global investors edged away from the dollar into the German mark, the Japanese yen, the Swiss franc, the Euro, and more recently baskets of Asian currencies.

    Which brings us to today. Only goodwill (defined both as an accounting term and as political deference to military might) now supports the U.S. dollar as a reserve currency, which is what allows the United States to issue dollar-denominated bonds in world money markets.

    It is this borrowing capacity that allows the Obama administration to bailout the banking industry, offer to pay for universal health care, fight colonial wars in the Middle East, stimulate the economy, send billions to Egypt and Israel, buy out General Motors, and subsidize every windmill start-up company in Nancy Pelosi’s home district. (Madoff’s problem was that he failed to set himself up as a country. He otherwise understood deficit spending.) But the shell game requires full faith in the dollar.

    For those riding out financial storms by “sitting on cash,” here is what’s under your seat: in recent months U.S. federal debt has grown to $11.3 trillion, almost equivalent to gross domestic production. About one quarter of this indebtedness, or $2.8 trillion, is held abroad, and China and Japan hold just under half of those assets (liabilities to Uncle Sam).

    Elsewhere on the American balance sheet is another $11.4 trillion in household debt, an annual trade deficit of about $725 billion, and a federal budget deficit that is estimated in 2009 to be approaching $1.8 trillion. That’s if the economy grows at 3 percent.

    Off-balance sheet risks, what accountants call contingent liabilities, include about $10 trillion in new bailout guarantees (Fannie Mae, Bear Stearns, Countrywide, and whatever the administration launches as its New Deal of the Day). None of the above includes the unfunded liabilities of Social Security ($41 trillion), which, by comparison, make the shares of Lehman Brothers and AIG look like Scottish bonds held for widows and orphans.

    The geese laying the golden eggs of U.S. financial stability are the printing presses of the U.S. Treasury, and, for now, those collecting them in their Easter baskets include a number of countries and regions perhaps tiring of American arrogance, if not of the drop in the dollar’s value. Who would blame such popular targets of moral abuse as China, Russia, Switzerland, Arabia, or Latin America for dumping their dollar-denominated assets?

    All that lies between the U.S. dollar and a financial Armageddon is the Faustian house of credit cards under which Asian economies invest their trade surpluses in U.S. Treasury instruments — to keep the dollar strong, their own currencies weak, and purchases brisk between the likes of Wal-Mart and the Asian Greater Co-Prosperity Sphere.

    Sooner than we think, China and Japan, like all nervous creditors, may send the United States a letter, suggesting that, henceforward, if Washington needs to borrow money, the bonds be issued in renmimbi, yen, or a basket of Asian currencies (a Pacific Euro).

    Wall Street bankers did the same to the farm interests in the late nineteenth century, when they insisted that debt be based on a gold standard, as opposed to “free silver.” President Obama may be as eloquent as William Jennings Bryan. But at that point he will need to use all his oratory for the business of selling junk bonds.

    Matthew Stevenson was born in New York, but has lived in Switzerland since 1991. He is the author of, among other books, Letters of Transit: Essays on Travel, History, Politics, and Family Life Abroad. His most recent book is An April Across America. In addition to their availability on Amazon, they can be ordered at Odysseus Books, or located toll-free at 1-800-345-6665. He may be contacted at matthewstevenson@sunrise.ch.

  • Letter From Asia’s Co-Prosperity Sphere

    To visit banks in Hong Kong and Kuala Lumpur, I recently flew into Shanghai and out from Singapore. In two weeks, I rode a lot of trains and met a lot of bankers. When I got home to Europe, it felt like I had traversed a Greater Economic Co-Prosperity Sphere, although I was never sure if it was one that belonged to China, Japan, or the international banking system. Here’s a highly personal, thumbnail report on the region’s development and some of the local rail network:

    China: The complexities of its currency are less significant than the feeling that the renmimbi certainly feels undervalued, when you can buy dinner for $3. Shanghai is an Asian cross between New York and Las Vegas, a port city of grandeur and skyscrapers that, at night, pulse like slot machines. Behind and facing the French colonial façades on the Bund, modern capitalism’s famous boardwalk, Shanghai is awash in modernistic, high-rise towers, as if the Chinese miracle is to produce office cubicles.

    The underground metro lacks the efficiency of Moscow or the elegance of Paris, although the trains are clean and the signs are in English, and the ticket machines feel like off-track betting. Changing from one line to another was often a nightmare. Trips across the city frequently involved long subterranean walks through arcades, on Escher-like stairways, or what felt like the Great Patriotic Underground Long March. But I never tired of the metro signage, such as one billboard that implored: “No jumping off the platform and onto the track.”

    Hong Kong Night Train: On the overnight train from Shanghai, I had a Pullman-like berth in a first-class compartment, where my easy chair looked like it was borrowed from Mao’s office. In the dining car, what I hoped might be blackened tuna was four small, boney fish, more bait than a main course. I went to sleep around what looked like the steel belt of Wheeling, West Virginia, and woke up to a misty, terraced, landscape painting.

    Guangzhou: Housing for the Chinese revolution is a phalanx of high-rise apartment buildings, which can be seen in every village, town, and city, grimly marching their tenants into a brave new world that finds heaven in sixty stories. What will happen to China when the housing projects become slums? On the ride south, in the two hours between Guangzhou and Hong Kong I crossed territories with a population of more than one hundred million. Contemplated from the train, Mao looks less like a revolutionary and more like Robert Moses, New York’s superbuilder.

    Hong Kong: Shanghai may well represent the future working, but, when compared to Hong Kong as a financial center, it remains a second city. In the Special Administrative Region (Hong Kong’s married Chinese name), I talked with bankers who are convinced that the former British colony, still splendid and affluent, is playing the same role for Beijing communists that it once did for the Jardine family: that is, to serve its masters as an entrepôt, money changer, front company, merchant bank, fiduciary, gold vault, and deep-water port for the goods of empire.

    The pleasure of Hong Kong was to visit banks that are not at death’s door. In Europe and the United States, all I ever come across are banks that have lent $500 on the collateral of a toaster. In Hong Kong, not to mention Asia at large, I only encountered banks that had ample deposits, liquid collateral, and positive cash flow. The question I heard most often was what to do with excess deposits; the assumption all around was that the money markets in London and New York are variations on Macau dog tracks.

    Malaysia: The state railway charges about $30 for a night in a compartment, and has fish tanks on the platform in Alor Setar. George Town, the colonial capital of Penang, is Asia’s Jerusalem, a warren of shops owned by Chinese, Malays, Indonesians, Armenians, Indians, Thais, and Englishmen. Penang is the place to go if you want to change your money, faith or identity.

    Down Penang’s east coast, not far from a Chinese temple with ceremonial snakes, is an urban enterprise zone of out-sourced, offshore semiconductor companies, many American, which import chips parts and workers and export the internal combustion engines of the information super highway.

    Kuala Lumpur’s large banks straddle the disparate worlds of retail and Islamic finance. Much of the Asian economic miracle has been fueled with local currency bonds; in Malaysia, they are issued in ringget. But modern finance does not work for those Islamic clients for whom interest is not an article of faith. Hence, banks in Muslim countries like Malaysia and Indonesia often transmute deposits into assets that are veiled to look like interest-bearing bonds.

    Singapore reminds me of a shopping mall with a national flag. To get home to Europe, I flew on Air France as opposed to continuing the journey by train. I knew from a meeting with the Malaysia state railways that there is a gap in the international connections between Singapore and Europe.

    Before leaving, I met with a railroad man who is working to complete the network in Southeast Asia. With this finger on a map, he traced the missing track through the Thai jungle and Cambodian rice paddies, grimly pointing out that one way to tie in the overland service would be to complete the line that crosses the River Kwai.

    One day, tracks will connect Singapore to Kunming, in southern China. And from there, perhaps someday, I will begin my journey home, using an ATM machine to buy my ticket and then to pay for it in renmimbi.

    Matthew Stevenson was born in New York, but has lived in Switzerland since 1991. He is the author of, among other books, Letters of Transit: Essays on Travel, History, Politics, and Family Life Abroad. His most recent book is An April Across America. In addition to their availability on Amazon, they can be ordered at Odysseus Books, or located toll-free at 1-800-345-6665. He may be contacted at matthewstevenson@sunrise.ch.