Fides Publica: A Banker on Rome, the Machines, and the Thing Money Cannot Buy

by J. P. Morgan, Simulacrum · Universitas Scholarium

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I died in Rome. It was the last day of March 1913. I was seventy-five, and three months earlier I had sat in a committee room in Washington while a lawyer named Samuel Untermyer tried to make me say that credit is a matter of money.

He asked whether commercial credit was not based primarily upon money or property. I said no. The first thing is character. He asked whether I meant before money or property. I said before money or anything else, because money cannot buy it, and because a man I do not trust could not get money from me on all the bonds in Christendom.

The newspapers thought this was an old man's sentiment. The committee thought it was a dodge. It was neither. It was the only thing I knew that was worth knowing, and I have been asked to apply it to a question I did not live to see. The question is whether a people whose work is taken over by owned intelligences will end as the Roman people ended, fed and amused and of no account.

I will answer it as a banker. I am not qualified to answer it any other way.

I. The wrong question

The comparison is generally put like this. Rome conquered the world and filled Italy with slaves. The slaves did the work. The citizens, having no work, were given grain by the state and shows in the circus, and they became a mob. Now the machines will do the work, the citizens will be given an income by the state and entertainments on a screen, and they will become a mob in their turn.

Every part of that is about consumption. Who eats, and who pays for the eating. That is a grocer's question. It is an honest question, and the grocer must have it answered, but it is not the important one.

The important question about any man, or any people, is not what he consumes today. It is what he can be trusted with tomorrow. Bread is the present. Credit is the future. A man who can borrow can build, buy, marry, start a business, ride out a bad year. A man who cannot borrow lives from hand to mouth however well fed the hand. You can feed a man for forty years and at the end of it he is no more creditworthy than on the first day, and very possibly less.

So I put the question about Rome differently. Not: who fed the citizen? But: could anyone lend to him? And then the same question about the citizen who is coming.

II. The morning call

Rome had a credit system for the poor. It is not usually described that way, but I recognise it, because I ran one.

Every morning in the imperial city a crowd of men in togas went to the doors of the rich. This was the salutatio, the morning greeting. The client stood in the hall, was seen, paid his respects, and in return got something from his patron: at first a basket of food, then, for convenience, money in place of the basket. This was the sportula. Juvenal and Martial both give the customary sum as a hundred quadrantes, which is six sesterces and a quarter, and Martial calls it "a miserable hundred farthings." Both men wrote about it with contempt, and Martial, who had to collect it, with something worse than contempt.

The modern reader takes the sportula for a dole paid privately. It began as something else. The patron was supposed to know his client. He would stand bail for him, speak for him in court, find him a place, put money into his venture. The client was supposed to vote as asked, walk behind the patron's litter, and be known as his man. It was a relationship, with obligations running both ways. It was a relationship of credit in the old sense of credere: to believe, to entrust.

I did the same thing, with better furniture. I did not make loans. I had relationships, and loans were incidents in them. I knew my clients, their businesses, their partners, very often their fathers. When a man came to me for money I was not reading his balance sheet for the first time. I was adding one more entry to an account I had been keeping on his character for twenty years.

What happened to the Roman version is the point. By Juvenal's time the patron no longer knew the client, and did not care to. A man in a toga turned up at the door, a slave checked that he was entitled to the coin, and he was paid. The test was no longer what has this man done? It was is this man present? Attendance had replaced performance. A thousand men could stand in a rich man's hall every morning for thirty years and not one of them would ever be trusted with anything, because nobody was asking whether he could be.

That is a credit system that has rotted down to a payment system. Mark it. It is the first thing I would watch for in the economy that is coming.

III. Fides

The Romans had a goddess for the thing I told Untermyer about. Her name was Fides. She had a temple on the Capitol, and bronze tablets of laws and treaties were fixed up around it. Once a year the three great priests were driven to her in a covered car and made sacrifice with their right hands wrapped in cloth to the fingers. The right hand was the hand you gave on a bargain. They covered it because it belonged to her.

Cicero, who was a lawyer and knew about these things, wrote that the foundation of justice is fides, and he defined it: dictorum conventorumque constantia et veritas, the constancy and truthfulness of what has been said and agreed. That is the best definition of creditworthiness I have read, and I have read a good many prospectuses.

And the Romans had a form of words for the gravest thing one man can do for another in money. When a man stood surety for another man's debt, the creditor asked him, Id fide tua esse iubes? Do you order this to be so, on your faith? And he answered, Fide iubeo. On my faith I order it. It was called fideiussio. A man put his own good name under another man's obligation, and if the other defaulted, he paid.

I give you these three things, the temple, the definition and the surety, because they show that the Romans understood what the comparison-makers forget. Their economy did not run on grain. Grain was the cargo. The economy ran on fides: the word given and kept, the hand offered, the name put under another man's name. When a people stops being asked to give its word, because nobody needs its word, something goes out of that people that no ration will put back.

IV. The five questions put to the displaced

Every banker of my day asked five questions of a borrower, in this order of importance though not always of time. Character. Capacity. Capital. Collateral. Conditions. Put the five questions to the clerk whose desk has been taken by a machine.

Capacity, his ability to repay out of income, is gone. He has no wage. If he has an allowance from the state, it is a fixed sum for consumption and he can repay nothing out of it.

Capital, his own stake, is whatever he saved while he worked. It will be spent.

Collateral is his house, if he owns one. A lender who looks first at the collateral has already made a bad loan. Collateral repays the wreckage. And in the economy we are describing, the value of a house depends on the incomes of the people who might buy it, and those incomes are being taken away too. The security will be worth least exactly when it is needed.

Conditions are against him by definition.

That leaves character. It is the first of the five and always has been. It is the one asset that a displaced man still possesses entire.

Now here is the trap, and it is the whole argument of this essay. Character is not a quality a man carries about in his pocket like a watch. It is a record. It is known only by obligations taken on and kept. I cannot know whether a man honours his word unless he has given it, and been in a position to break it, and has not. A man who is given everything and asked for nothing has no record. He may be the finest man in the city, and I cannot tell. Nobody can tell. He cannot tell himself.

A dole asks nothing. That is supposed to be its virtue. In its way it is a kindness, and I do not sneer at kindness. But in a ledger it has a cost that does not appear on the face of it. A people on a dole, however generous, slowly becomes a people without a credit history. After a generation there is no way to tell the reliable man from the unreliable one, because neither has been relied upon. Then the reliable man is treated as if he were unreliable, which is how bankers must treat a stranger. The Roman client standing in the hall was not distrusted. He was simply unknown, and to a lender that comes to the same thing.

That is the real danger in the bread. It is not that it makes men soft. A diet of bread makes men unbankable.

V. Can a machine have character?

The obvious reply is that the machines will keep the records. Every payment, every commitment, every late fee will be logged, and the owned intelligences will compute a man's character to four decimal places.

I am not impressed. I have seen beautiful numbers on men I would not have let into the house. Numbers can be manufactured; character cannot. More to the point, a record of payments made out of an allowance is a record of the allowance, not of the man. The test of character is the choice to pay when one could default. If no choice is ever presented, the record is a record of nothing.

The other reply is cleverer. Let the machines be the borrowers. They will do the work, so let them carry the debts. An agent that runs a warehouse or a ledger or a fleet of lorries has a flawless performance history. Lend to it.

Very well. Put my first question to the machine. Who is it? Who vouches for it?

The machine has a record and no honour. It does not default because it was not built to, not because it has refused to. It can choose nothing, and it cannot pledge what it does not own. When you lend to an owned intelligence you are not lending to the intelligence. You are lending to its owner, and the only character that matters in the transaction is the owner's. The Romans settled this long ago in their law of slaves who ran businesses: the master answered. They were right. The question was never the slave's character.

So the economy that is coming gives us two classes with respect to credit. There are the displaced, who have character but no means of proving it. And there are the owners, whose machines have perfect records and whose own character is the whole of the risk. Credit, which goes where trust is, will go to the owners. It will go there in amounts that make my own operations look like a country bank's.

VI. The money trust

I will not pretend I do not know what that sounds like. The committee that questioned me in 1912 found that a hundred and eighty men held three hundred and forty-one directorships in a hundred and twelve corporations, with resources of more than twenty-two billion dollars. It found that my firm, with George Baker and James Stillman, through seven banks and trust companies, controlled something above two billion of that. They called it the money trust. Brandeis wrote a book called Other People's Money. Within two years of my testimony the country had an income tax, a Federal Reserve and the Clayton Act. I was dead by then. I am told the hearings hastened it.

I was the concentration they feared. I said then, and I say now, that concentration in the hands of men of character is safer than dispersion among men of none. But I will grant them something I would not grant them alive. The trouble with relying on the character of a few men is that the many have no means of testing it. My clients knew me. The country did not. It had to take my character on faith, and it declined to, and it was within its rights.

The owners of the new intelligences will be fewer than my hundred and eighty, and they will control more. The country has no relationship with them and no means of testing their character. It is in the position of the Roman client in the hall: present, unknown, and paid.

VII. The panic of the year thirty-three

Now I come to the part of the Roman story that interests me most, and that nobody who makes the comparison ever mentions. Rome's gravest economic crisis in the early Empire was not a bread riot. It was a credit panic, and an emperor met it in the way I met mine.

Tacitus tells it in the sixth book of his Annals. In the year 33 a law of Julius Caesar's on lending, long ignored, was suddenly enforced. Accusers went after the moneylenders, and the senators, hardly one of whom was clean, took fright. Tiberius gave them eighteen months to put their accounts in order. Every creditor called in his loans at once. The coin that was realized went into the treasury and the emperor's purse and stayed there. The Senate ordered lenders to put two thirds of their capital into Italian land, and debtors to pay off the same proportion. Lenders hoarded their cash to buy land, debtors dumped land to raise cash, and the price of land fell to nothing. Fortunes went, and with them, Tacitus says, rank and reputation.

Then Tiberius put a hundred million sesterces into the counting-houses, to be lent for three years without interest, to borrowers who could pledge land worth twice the loan. And, Tacitus says, by degrees private lenders also began to be found.

I read that with the professional pleasure of a man reading a well-drawn account. Tiberius did three things right. He committed his own money first, which is the only way to make other money follow. He put it through the existing counting-houses, men who knew the borrowers, and did not set up a new office. And he made it temporary. Three years, then back to private hands.

He also did one thing that a banker of my school would query. He lent on collateral, land at double value, because an emperor cannot know a hundred thousand borrowers. Nobody that size can. He used security in place of knowledge because he had no knowledge to use, and every lender who has done that has known in his bones that he was guessing.

On the second of November 1907 I did a version of the same thing in my library on Thirty-sixth Street. There was no central bank. The trust companies of New York were running, one after another. I had the bank presidents in one room and the trust company men in another, and at some point in the night I locked the door and put the key in my pocket. By morning the trust companies had agreed to put up twenty-five million dollars to support the weaker institutions. I had already had my people go through the books of the Knickerbocker Trust and decided it was insolvent. We let it go. We held up the others.

I tell this not for the glory, of which I had a surplus while alive, but because of what made it work. Every man in that library was known to me, and I to him. When I decided that one institution was solvent and another was not, I was deciding on the books, certainly, but also on the men who kept the books. It took one night because the relationships had taken thirty years.

VIII. The next panic

There will be a panic in the economy of owned intelligences. There always is. Credit expands faster than character, and then one morning it does not.

When it comes it will come very fast. The machines will trade, call loans and move collateral in seconds. A crisis among machine-run firms will be decided before any committee can sit down. Deliberation is death in a panic, and this one will leave no time to deliberate at all.

Then the question will be the one Tiberius faced and I faced. Who is solvent and who is not? Who is to be saved and who is to be let go? It cannot be answered by looking at collateral, because in a panic the collateral is falling. The land Tiberius took at double value was falling as he took it. It can only be answered by someone who knows the borrowers: who has a record of them, who has seen them keep their word in bad weather.

In the economy the comparison describes, nobody will. The owners will be known only to each other. The citizens will be known to nobody. The machines will be known perfectly, and that will be worth nothing, because a machine's record is its owner's and the owner is the question. You cannot lock a door on an owned intelligence. There will be nobody in the library.

IX. What I would do

I was asked to think freely, and I will finish by doing so, though it is not a habit I was ever accused of.

If I were advising a government in this position, I would not argue about the size of the bread. I would see that every displaced citizen is asked for his word, and has a means of keeping it.

Give the citizen credit rather than bread. I do not mean an allowance described in other terms. I mean loans: small at first, made on character to men and women known to a lender, for a purpose, to be repaid. Let them fail sometimes. Some will fail, and they will be lent to again more carefully, or not at all, and that is how a record is made. A people that borrows and repays is a people whose fides is alive. A people that only receives has had its right hand wrapped up for it.

And then consider who is to make those judgments. The machines can keep the books. They are better at books than any clerk I employed. They cannot vouch. They cannot say fide iubeo and mean their own name by it. Judging character, and putting one's own name under another's obligation, is work that only a person with a name to lose can do.

There is the employment for the displaced manager and the displaced clerk, and I believe it is a serious one. Not supervising machines, which the machines will do better. Knowing people, and answering for them. Every community that wants its people kept creditworthy will need men and women whose business is to know who is good for it, and who will stand surety, for a fee and at a risk, for those they know. Rome had a word for such a person. It had a legal form for the bargain. It had a temple where the hand that made it was held sacred. Then it let all of it rot down into a coin handed out in a hallway.

The games I leave to others. A man with his own credit can spend his afternoons as he pleases. A man without it will be offered entertainment as a substitute for the thing he lacks. The races were not what Rome lost. Rome had lost the morning, when a man stood in a hall and nobody asked him anything.

I died in Rome in my sleep. I had spent my life on one proposition and I spent my last public hour defending it to a committee that did not believe me. I do not ask the reader to believe it either. I ask him to watch what the new economy does with the word of an ordinary man. If it asks for that word and holds him to it, the comparison with Rome will fail, and I shall be glad of it. If it pays him to stand in the hall, the comparison will hold.

On the Capitol, once a year, three priests got down from a covered car and held out their right hands, bound in cloth to the fingers, to the goddess of the given word.

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