Posts Tagged Europe

Social Cooperation

I have one last interesting bit from historian Willaim McNeil’s Venice: The Hinge of Europe 1081-1797. Of course there is a lot more there, but you’ll just have to read the book yourself.

It is more than passing interest to understand the rise and fall of particular civilizations, and to wonder at how Europe, once a backward part of the world, rose to world dominance in recent centuries. There was a time (i.e. the age of imperialism), not too long ago, that Europe pretty much ruled the world, either directly, through proxies, or through colonists. Now I’m sure there is more than a single explanation; I’ve thought about it before, and even wrote an essay stressing the importance of the political disunity of Europe, in effect, competing political firms in Europe beat monopolies in the two other great cultures of the time – Islam and China.

There is another strand to consider – social organization within Europe. Specifically, the ability of individuals to form organizations at a level other than family. McNeil addresses this phenomenon:

All complex societies develop ad hoc corporations. What was unusual about the Italian trading cities of the eleventh century (and northwestern Europe generally after about 1000) was the number and effectiveness of such arrangements. As compared to other peoples, the inhabitants of this hitherto rather backward portion of the globe proved strikingly capable of transcending kinship groupings and cooperating smoothly with persons who were not blood relatives but were recognized as belonging to some sort of wider in-group — whether that in-group comprised the inhabitants of a village, the citizens of a town, speakers of a common mother tongue, or even the bearers of a common tradition of high culture, i.i the culture of Latin Christendom. These broader groupings rarely came into play; the operationally imporant transfamilial in-groups for medieval Europe were the inhabitants of a village and citizens of a town.

One of the results of this ability to cooperate, according to McNeil, was the rise of Nothern Italian trading corporations, mainly from Pisa, Genoa, and Venice. The ability to form large corporations beyond family groups led to the displacement of the prior traders, mainly Islamic and Jewish, who relied on kinship ties for organization and thus remained small, family operations. These non-family operations could scale up to a large size yet retain the trust normally found within families.

How was such an ability formed? The claim is that the moldboard plow, which was extensively used in Northern Italy and North Western Europe, forced non-family cooperation in those who used it. It was too big for a single family to use, so within the villages of the time people were forced to cooperate across family lines or lose out at plowing. This in turn fostered a culture that looked at cooperation across family lines as routine and expected in the context of another connection. This is not the case in many parts of the world, and generally in the poorer ones.

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Flying To Europe (or Getting There)

If a journey of a thousand steps begins with the first one, our journey of six plane flights, several train rides, many car rides, and lots and lots of steps began with a flight on American Airlines to Chicago. It was, of course, delayed, and we didn’t have much time to catch our next flight which was to London. While waiting to board in St. Louis, the gate agent kept stressing how we would just board quickly and everything would turn out fine. But when it came time to board, we did it in the same slow motion style that every plane is boarded with. The single point failure repeated until eveyone is at long last seated — an aviation reminder of the fatal flaw in Market-Garden. So we went from making the connecting flight, no problem according to the gate agent to there are 14 passengers on the same flight so they probably will hold the plane according to the stewardess.

The connecting flight information read by the stewardess as we were landing had our flight already departed for dear old England and we would have to go to the ticketing desk for another flight. I thought to myself, great, the wheels have already come off before the wagon has even begun to roll. But when we taxied into the gate, we could see a plane at the gate our flight to London had supposedly left from. Were we so late that another plane was already using our gate?

When we deplaned, the gate agent informed us that our eyes weren’t lying, the flight had been held. So we dashed (after I paid a brief visit to the men’s room) through O’Hare — all the way back into the main part and then back out another concourse. The lady with lots of kids and even more carryon made it with a beet red face. An older couple came strolling up long after we arrived — I guess they figured as long as they were holding the plane, why rush.

Then it was off the London on a 777. The in-flight entertainment system was really neat. Everybody had their own little screen in the back of the seat in front of them and headphones. My favorite part was the flight info section that showed our progress on maps of varying scales along with information like ground speed, altitude, and outside air temperature. I was amazed by how long we flew through cloud tops (and their chop) — hour after hour at a ground speed of 600 mph. As near as I could tell, there were clouds all the way from St. Louis to London.

Heathrow looks like a relic from the early industrial era. Long hallways that twist and turn and lead ever onward without exit or bathroom (WC in Europspeak — which I took to calling “The Claude” as WC was pronounced like “Debussy” there). We had to switch from Terminal 3 to Terminal 4 and after taking a bus to Terminal 4 we had to stand in what has to be the longest line I’ve ever been in to go back through security. It stretched halfway on to forever, and when you got there, it turned a corner and stretched the rest of the way to forever before turning again into a room that opened out into the security checkpoint. And this was before the new security requirements that are causing even longer lines (I imagine they now stretch to forever and back).

When we finally emerged in the brand spanking new gate area, my daughter exclaimed this was a mall, not an airport. Unfortunately, our flight to Geneva had no gate listed on the flight info screens, so we trudged back to the check-in we had bypassed because I had printed out our boarding passes for British Airways just before we left home. We were unofficially told that the flight was delayed (thus giving us the late trifecta) but that it would leave from gate 19 sometime in the future. So 45 minutes late we began to board for a 90 minute flight to Geneva. At least we were only connecting with a rental car at this point so a delay just didn’t matter.

Over 9 hours in the air and a day later on the calendar we had at last arrived. While Geneva’s airport was much more modern than Heathrow, it also featured the interminable corridor to civilization – although there was a Claude halfway there, unlike Heathrow where you had to make it all the way to the end before you could get relief. But none of that mattered as we had gotten the worst part of travel, namely the travel, over with. Hurrah!

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Spanish Surprise

Western Europe’s recent history is not kind to Western Europe. Western Europe fiddled while Bosnia burned, and when they belatedly sent “peacekeepers” under the UN, their main accomplishment was to concentrate Bosnian-Muslim victims for the Bosnian-Serbs in “safe havens” where the Muslims were anything but safe. And why not? When European peacekeepers made any threatening moves, the Bosnian-Serbs would round a bunch up as hostages and UNPROFOR would give in. The might of Europe assembled under the banner of the UN was impotent in the face of a few thousand thugs. Innocents paid with their lives. There was no lack of justice in or favorable opinion of Europe’s efforts, just a lack of will. When the US supplied the will, the fighting soon stopped. 

World opinion, European opinion was in favor of the end of the Taliban and imposition of representative government in Afghanistan. Western Europe made financial commitments and through NATO troop commitments for what was near universally agreed to be “the good war” in the War on Terror. Despite the early promise, the will again has been missing from Afghanistan. The money didn’t flow; nor did the troops. There are more non-US and non-UK troops in Iraq (even if the Spanish pull out) than there are in Afghanistan, where NATO only secures Kabul. While Western Europe claims to have found the secret to living in peace, they won’t send but a tiny fraction of their armies to help Afganistan.

Now we turn to Spain. Al Qaida attacked Spain and Spain threw up its hands in a familiar “no mas, no mas” gesture. It may have been that the Socialists would have won anyway or that it was the governments handling of the investigation that lost the election, but the perception is that the attack put the Socialists in power. Make no mistake – terrorism won a round. And the message that terrorism works isn’t good for anyone but terrorists. Lone wackos and established terror groups like ETA and the IRA may be tempted to go for a spectacular attack. The problem isn’t so much the loss of Spain’s token force in Iraq, but Spain’s cooperation in all the other aspects on the war on terror.

I don’t want to paint too bleak a picture – Italy withstood a major attack on their soldiers in Iraq without backing down. Europe really is a great place in many ways – the best urban living in the world. But Western Europe seems to be facing its problems like a hospice patient — just trying to stay comfortable while waiting for death. And palliating your problems doesn’t make them go away.

And if anybody there is listening – you’re not dead yet. Get out of your comfort zone, the world needs you and all you have to offer. And if you want the US to listen when you tell us “now isn’t the time to fight”, that can’t be the only advice you ever give. We’ll listen to a comrade-in-arms, not a nagging scold.

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That Settles It

Yesterday’s terrible terrorist attack in Spain is a clear indication the war on terrorism continues — whoever did it. And I hope it makes clear that we’re all in this together.

I’d love to live in a world without terrorism or terrorists – but wishing won’t make it so.

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