The Wallace Street Journal
They are not our enemy
April 21, 2005 - By David Bond, Editor The Silver Valley Mining Journal
Wallace, Idaho - Unbeknownst to the millions of tourists who visit this bewitching French capital at least once in their lifetimes, a giant extended finger of insolent ill will protrudes larger than life from the city's legendary skyline.
No, it is not the Eiffel Tower. We will get to what it is after a few digressions, but suffice to say this gesture of insolent ill will is not aimed at Americans. It wasn't even aimed at the Nasties.
In fact, dining over quail, cheese, poissons and a few agreeable wines with new friends and Paris' best and brightest at La Grande Cascade, we were taken aback at how Un-un-American our Parisian friends were; indeed how un-un-American the whole city is.
Paris is one of the last neighborhood cities left on earth. Paris and London each sport a population of about 12 million but there are important differences; in London, about 3 million actually live in the "City" proper; the rest are in the 'burbs. In Paris the opposite is true: 9 million of its 12 million citizens live in town. So Paris is and remains a city of neighbourhoods. Non-smokers and dog- and cat-haters would be mortified in such a place as Paris; everyone has a dog, although leashes are a scarce sight, and if there are places (other than in front of the Mona Lisa, or inside the Notre Dame de Paris cathedral) where smoking is prohibited, we could not find any. Everybody, it seems, smokes and has a dog. Reminded us a bit of northern Idaho, except even in Wallace, the health Nazis have run smokers out of the restaurants and many of the bars.
(Here was an odd scene: a group of Americans huddled in the rain outside a hotel entrance, smoking, suffering out of habit. Inside the lobby, meanwhile, a festoon of ashtrays and comfortable seating awaited us.)
We were on a mission in Paris, to establish a beach head for the Silver Revolution. It will be a tough sell. Northern Europe is feeling a bit smug these days. The Euro is exceptionally strong. (Our earlier suggestion that a quick way to riches would be to track our travel itinerary and go long the currencies of the country we are visiting has proved up nicely. The Euro, the Pound Sterling and the Swiss Franc have all enjoyed recent highs versus the Federal Reserve Not as we have traipsed from place to place on the Continent and the UK. The counterbalance to our USD's increasing valueless-ness is the rotgut low price of wines and beers we would pay a fortune for stateside.)
The French think we Yanks are a tad crackers for stirring things up in the Middle East. History may prove them right, and it may prove them wrong. The French stopped the Arabs at Poitiers in AD 736 and have been having problems with them ever since; Arabs now account for 12 percent of the population of Paris. But after 400 years of increasingly mechanized bloodshed, the Continent is ready for a little peace and quiet, and doesn't want to think about the gloom and doom of a very real looming currency crisis.
When it does, the man they'll be looking up is Paris businessman Eric Lemaire, who has launched a website, http://www.24hpm.com (24-hour precious metals, get it?) aimed at the European reader. Eric works all of those 24 hours, half in support of his family and his business (he employs about 100 people in Paris) and the other half tweaking and tuning his site. The site is available in three languages. It is more than a labor of love for the 42-year-old Lemaire; it is his passion, his plea to his countrymen not to forget the perfidies of the American and British central banks in the 20th Century, who muscled Europe's gold away from them and set the stage for planetary depressions and two world wars.
It will be, as we said, a hard sell. As often happens with new fiat money such as the Euro, a period of bliss and a false sense of prosperity ensues and people don't want to think hard times can return. Eric laughingly paraphrases Alan Brownspan: 'Yes, I can guarantee you that Social Security entitlement benefits will be paid in full. What I cannot guarantee is the purchasing power of those benefits when they are paid.' And he wonders how many Americans heard or understood the threat implied in Brownspan's words.
Eric's pitch is that silver is money, which in the French language (and about 50 others) is self-evident. L'argent means silver in French. L'argent also means money. The reason for that sameness is beyond the purview of this rant, but it should not be lost on those who care about preserving their personal or corporate wealth. Yet he pulls out of his pocket a 1-ounce triple-nine "10 Sterling" silver round and his countrymen assembled about the table at the Grande Cascade are astonished that such a barbaric thing still exists - or that it could buy a meal or a round of drinks or a couple of rolls of film in Wallace, Idaho.
He reminds his guests that it was not wheelbarrow loads of silver the Germans of 1932 were taking to the grocers for a loaf of bread. It was boatloads of paper, and hideous war ensued. In the very fine spirit of Mexico's Hugo Salinas Price, Eric Lemaire is taking silver's case to the people. And just as Hugo is winning over Mexico, Eric will prevail in Europe.
Never forget that Paris was the birthplace of civilized revolution. While the French Revolution climaxed with the storming of the Bastille on July 14, 1789 and the beheading of Louis XVI in January 1793, it had been fermenting as far back as 1715 under the rein of Louis XIV, at first peacefully, then with increasing violence (or as money guys would say these days, "velocity"). During those years much of France's nobility's gold and silver went overseas, to America, to finance the fomenting American Revolution. It's a truth many of us schooled in the U.S. have forgotten, but it is not a kinship the French have forgotten.
"Do not be mistaken," inveighs Eric as he pulls a famous illegal U-turn on the Champs Elysee, muttering "No cops." (Everything you've heard about driving in Paris is true. There are no rules and fewer laws - not even any stop signs, and no need for meaningless lane demarcations. Smart Cars snub the world. Yet there is order in this chaos, the only rule being: The guy who gets there first wins.)
"Our nation is very friendly to your people, and I wouldn't know one person here who wouldn't fight for the US if she was attacked. Paris still remembers Ben Franklin and Hemingway," he reminds us.
And though he feels alone at times, Eric Lemaire of Paris is not alone. Hecla Mining Company's Phil Baker came up to Zurich yesterday to pitch the Continent's analysts as part of the Denver Gold Forum's annual jaunt to Europe, a high-powered confab of miners and funds. Instead of devoting his allotted time to flogging Hecla stock, Baker pitched the product. What a welcome breath of fresh air. Yes, Hecla's a great and low-cost mining company, they've got great properties all over the Western Hemisphere, and blah-blah-blah. But here's the real story, the end product: silver.
The digital-versus-silver argument in photography just doesn't wash. Third-world nations developing a taste for archiving their families' histories pictorially will turn to silver film, not digital cameras, and because conservatively 60 percent of silver used in photography is returned to the supply chain via recycling, any diminuition of silver's use in film is largely zero-sum. Medicine is huge: silver is the most effective killer of bacteria known to man, and unlike pharmaceuticals, the bugs don't grow immune to it. Silver is the Third World's savior, able to purify water, able to boost efficiencies in electrical transmission, able to heal. And it has no market-rational substitute.
Europe may be hearing this message for the first time this year. And another message: silver will be higher priced and increasingly volatile over the next few years, as above-ground supplies dry up and demand heightens. "Europeans are surprised and amazed to learn about its uses," Hecla's IR veep, Vicki Veltkamp, tells us over dinner at the Baur au Lac. It will take a while to sink in. Italy has been the most receptive so far.
So keep slogging away, Eric my friend. There's no lonelier place than to be ahead of the curve. Fear not. If there's anything left of us after the U.S. concludes Chapter Two of the Great Crusades, The Yankees are coming. The Yankees are coming.
Oh, and about that big green weenie in the heart of Paris. Next time you look at a picture of Notre Dame de Paris cathedral, study the tall center spire. It sticks out green-black, tarnished, unloved in contrast to the immaculately scrubbed rest of the building. Notre Dame was constructed over several centuries, but mainly finished in AD 1345. Not until 1845, five centuries later was that big center spire erected. The French do not consider that center spire to be OEM. A tacky add-on, they think. So they refuse to clean it despite entreaties from the Vatican. Sticks out like a sore thumb, that spire, and the French prefer it that way.
In such minor acts of defiance are born and nurtured revolutions. Vive la France!