depression-jobless.jpgIf you’ve been listening to the news this week, or reading the national newspapers today you’d probably be wondering if indeed we’re heading for a depression, not just a severe recession.

On the cover of the Wall Street Journal are three charts of the Dow Jones Industrial Average. One from the Great Depression, another from the downturn in the 1970s, and the final chart was of our recent collapse. They aren’t all exactly the same, but eerily similar. And New York Times columnist Paul Krugman today writes: “The world economy may well experience its worst slump since the Great Depression.”

It got me thinking about what the Great Depression was really like for workers.

So, I asked Anthony O’Brien, professor of economics at Lehigh University, to offer me a picture of employee life back then.

During the worst economic slump in U.S. history, he says, unemployment overall was 25 percent, and nearing 35 percent if you don’t count agricultural jobs, which were a bit part of the economy at that time.

Here are jobless data O’Brien provided from the Cambridge Historical Statistics of the United States:

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“The sectors that lost their jobs first were in residential construction, and people making capital goods and consumer durables,” he explains. “Then it began to spread to people making machine tools, automobiles, furniture.”

Almost every sector was hit with major job losses, except those businesses tied to true staples like food.

If you lost your job in the early 1930s, you were in extra bad shape because there was no unemployment insurance or Social Security, he points out.

“Basically people had to rely on their savings or on relatives. A young couple might move in with the husband or wife’s parents, or they had to rely on charity. There was some local government assistance,” he says, but nothing on a federal level until Roosevelt’s New Deal.

For those workers who were lucky enough to hold onto their jobs, he says, wages tended to be maintained for a while, at a time when prices for goods and services were falling. That actually meant a working person’s purchasing power went up if they were able to keep their jobs.

But for those out of work, it was odd jobs and the help from others that got them through. And unfortunately when someone lost their job they tended to stay unemployed for well over a year during the toughest years of the Depression.

Here’s a great rendition of a Depression era song:


There was some relief in 1935, when the Works Progress Administration (WPA) - the biggest chuck of Roosevelt’s New Deal - was created and provided jobs to many out of work men and women.

From About.com:

The main thrust of the WPA projects had to be directed toward semiskilled and unskilled citizens, whom the Great Depression had hit the hardest. Unlike the traditional relief program focus on manual labor, the WPA sought to fit tasks to recipients’ job experience on a broadly inclusive scale.

As part of the program, O’Brien says, “People were hired to build new high schools, hired as mural painters, and unemployed writers were hired to write guidebooks for national parks. It was all federally funded.”

So are we really teetering on the brink of a Depression?

O’Brien, along with many other economists I’ve spoken with lately, believe we won’t see the devastation of the Great Depression play itself out again.

“Today,” he stresses, “it seems the government is already taking steps to make it unlikely we’ll see that kind of collapse.”

Although, even he had to acknowledge the recent stock market dive made him wonder about how effective those steps have been thus far.

No way around it, everyone’s a little nervous. But we all have to find some comfort in knowing how even those Americans who suffered so badly during the Great Depression were able to, for the most part, survive and bring back and enjoy prosperity.

Well, my hard-working grandfather was never one for the consumption craze our modern times ushered in. Every time you asked him what he wanted for Christmas or his birthday he’d say the same thing: “even if you gave me a needle this small,” he’d say pointing to the top section of his thumb, “I’d be happy.”

All he wanted was to be with his family; to fish once and a while in the polluted bay beneath the Throgs Neck Bridge in Queens; and to have a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

Miss you Papu.

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