It’s taken a day for this to settle in, but I find myself to be really embarrassed on Tyler Cowen’s behalf. Yesterday he published a New York Times op-ed on the subject of why American’s don’t revere the rich, even though riches are usually the result of discipline and hard work.
Put aside his indirect reference to Steve Jobs (“earning money through production for consumers, as Apple has done”). Rightly or wrongly, Jobs was admired because he brought industrial design values—beauty arising out of function—to high-tech products; he seemed to be as much an artist as an entrepreneur. Over at Microsoft, Steve Ballmer has a work ethic second to none, and he will die a very rich man, but I doubt there will be much public outpouring of grief.
Let’s get to the core issue. Assume there are four individuals, A, B, C, and D. A and B are at the struggling end of the working class, C and D are rich. A and C have only an average attachment to work and self-discipline; B and D drive themselves to the limit. Suppose their annual incomes look like this:
If you had a lot of observations like this, and if you could somehow measure “work ethic”, you would find a healthy coefficient on it in an income regression. But what would this have to do with the popular revulsion against an income distribution so skewed to the top? The problem is not that there is a return to hard work, but that the return is so obscenely large at the high end and so small at the bottom. Think of that old Jesse Jackson speech:
I know they work. I'm a witness. They catch the early bus. They work every day. They raise other people's children. They work every day. They clean streets. They work every day. They drive vans with cabs. They work every day. They change the beds you slept in these hotels last night and can't get a union contract. They work every day. No more. They're not lazy. Someone must defend them because it's right, and they cannot speak for themselves. They work in hospitals. I know they do. They wipe the bodies of those who are sick with fever and pain. They empty their bedpans. They clean out their commode. No job is beneath them, and yet when they get sick, they cannot lie in the bed they made up every day. America, that is not right. We are a better nation than that.What does it mean when someone can see the self-discipline of the millionaire but not the double- and triple-shifts of the working poor? Like I said, I’m embarrassed for Tyler Cowen.