Hard Times: June 2009 Archives

Little sympathy for Madoff victims

madoff1.jpgBernie Madoff had the book thrown at him -- 150 years for the ponzi scheme that bankrupted families and non-profits. I suspect that I should be rejoicing and in fact I did when I heard. He did something so despicable that he does deserve to die in prison.


Yet I have little sympathy for his victims and their quest for the government to get them some of their money back:


[S]houldn't the Madoff victims have to bear at least some responsibility for their own gullibility? Mr. Madoff's supposed results -- those steady, positive returns quarter after blessed quarter -- is a classic example of the old saw, "when something looks too good to be true, it probably is." What's more, most of the people investing with Mr. Madoff thought they had gotten in on something really special; there was a certain smugness that came with thinking they had a special, secret deal not available to everyone else. Of course, it turned they were right -- they did have a special deal. It just wasn't what they expected.


As PunditMom says, greed will trump any sort of regulation the government does craft. Greed from the Madoffs of the world as well as greed from those doing the investing.


I'm not an economist nor do I feel like I have a firm hand on my own retirement funds, but even I would balk at a deal that is just too good to be true. I don't even go hirer than the quarter slots in Vegas. I just don't gamble with money nor do I think that get rich schemes win out in the end.


[Image: Kathy Willens/AP via The Guardian]

Just Desserts for Bernie Madoff

madoff.jpgI was relieved when I read this afternoon that Bernard Madoff received the full sentence requested by lawyers prosecuting his case: 150 years. In contrast, Madoff's lawyer's request for 12 was both a joke and an insult to the people whose lives Madoff all but destroyed.


The presiding judge, Denny Chin, said he wanted to make an example of Madoff and believed that levying the full 150 years would be a deterrent to future white-collar criminals. The Madoff sentence is the third-longest for any white collar crime, according to a compilation by Forbes.


The $65 billion Ponzi scheme that Madoff had constructed since the 1980s was a vast, far-reaching deception. It convinced thousands of people that Madoff was a man with eminent financial savvy, an ability to turn modest wealth into a fortune through wise investments. But all he was really doing was taking the money from new, unsuspecting customers and giving it to older clients to create the illusion of successful returns. It was a gigantic jig-saw puzzle with numerous missing pieces, and eventually the 71-year-old Madoff could no longer keep up the charade.


When he ran out of money last December, and told his kids about the Ponzi scheme, it's doubtful that Madoff thought that in just six months he'd be facing life behind bars. But even if he did suspect this fate, his apology to his victims rings as hollow as the investments he pretended to be making.


During his trial, Madoff turned to his victims and apologized, claiming that he lives in a tormented state for what he's done, and while he knows it won't make any difference, he feels he must say how sorry he is.


Bull. He's not tormented for defrauding his clients; he's tormented because he's been living in a holding cell in Lower Manhattan for nearly four months. If he really feels bad about what he did, he wouldn't have spent 20+ years doing it.


Madoff will most likely be sentenced to a medium-security prison in Upstate New York or New Jersey, to ensure that he is close to his family. Authorities do not intend to sentence him to a maximum-security facility because he is not a violent criminal, but his sentence is also too long for him to be a candidate for a minimum-security prison or a "prison camp" -- a facility in which prisoners are granted maximum freedom and the illusion of being outside through open-air yards with fences instead of walls.


Madoff is likely to find his next job in the kitchen or laundry of his new home, earning no more than 40 cents an hour.


[Image: The AM New York blog]

Photo Finish: Nico Lizarraga

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My longtime friend Jason and I were walking through the very affluent Nob Hill neighborhood here in San Francisco. Jason is the extreme opposite of affluent. I love Jason to pieces and have always been struck by his absolute and complete satisfaction with living as simply as he can. Jason is incredibly intelligent, good looking and charming and could have almost anything he wanted in life but scoffs at most everything people want. We photographed each other throughout Nob Hill but the picture that says the most is his proud declaration of what he is happiest with, his minority status.

First CDs, Then DVDs -- Now Books?

320px-Carl_Spitzweg_021.jpgThe Friday before last, I stopped into the Virgin Megastore at Union Square for its final day of business. The shelves were mostly bare, but there were still scads of people combing their contents for great deals on music and movies. I was too depressed to stick around, having already witnessed the closures of my two favorite music stores this year: Kim's Video, on St. Mark's, and Etherea, on Avenue A.


Of course, Kim's didn't close completely -- it reopened a few blocks away -- but in a fraction of the space it had on St. Mark's, and with a fraction of the selection. I suspect it won't be long before it shutters its new doors, too.


With the digitization of music, movies and now books, I fear the worst: a Fahrenheit 451-type scenario, in which future generations may not live without those things, per se, but will never develop a sense of context.


In Ray Bradbury's novel, all books have been destroyed, so a group of elders have each memorized a specific book, and they pass that book on to the next generation in the oral tradition. Thus each person is a repository of one text, but nothing more.


The author himself, now 87 years old, is speaking out to save the public library in Ventura, California, which is in a massive deficit and is likely to follow its for-profit counterparts if something isn't done to save it. But what is the likelihood of that happening? The problems faced by the Ventura library are not unique to that city. Will libraries become the sole province of private universities? And if so, how long will that sustain itself, if the entire book publishing industry falls apart?


There can't be anything to shelve if no one's printing the books.


I began thinking about this months ago, when it became obvious that music and movie collections were fast becoming obsolete. With innovations like the Amazon Kindle, will collections of books -- personal, academic, public -- be next?


[Image: The Bookworm, by Carl Spitzweg]

Don't Forget Darfur


This month marks the fifth anniversary of Save Darfur's founding. The organization's goal has been to pressure the U.S. Government to work to end the conflict in Darfur. And while the present administration is much better on policy regarding Africa's longest running civil war, things could always be better. As rain reason approaches and malarial mosquitoes breed in stagnant water, more than a million refugees are in a dire predicament.


Want to do something? Hunger strikes aren't the only way to get involved. You can sign this petition to keep the pressure on President Obama to stay on top of the situation in Darfur.


You can also send an e-postcard to the President here.

Raising Money with Cuteness

Do you know Capucine? She's an adorable 4-year-old French girl who tells adorable stories about animals and more. Her videos have been watched by hundreds of thousands -- which gave her and her mother, Anne, an idea.



They have made t-shirts, buttons and magnets featuring drawings by Capucine based on her stories, the proceeds of which are being donated to EduRelief to create "Capucine's Library," a project to help raise literacy rates in Mongolia. The effort has raised nearly $1,500 so far -- chip in yourself and help one adorable little girl help a whole lot of other adorable little children.

Photo Finish: Christopher Bevacqua

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I was shooting photos for Megaphone, a local street magazine that provides opportunities and a voice for socially excluded people while bringing light to issues that affect our communities, in particular, Vancouver's downtown eastside. Every Saturday, Food not Bombs, feeds the people of the Eastside, often referred to as "Canada's poorest postal code." Megaphone was featuring Food not Bombs in their latest issue and they asked me to shoot photos to accompany the story. I was happy to be able to work with them as they are a great paper and a much needed resource in our city. 

David Carr Talks Booze, the Times and Star Trek

David Carr is a media columnist for the New York Times, but he's also a recovering drug addict whose journey to the vaunted offices of the country's largest paper nearly killed him. His memoir, Night of the Gun, recounts the author's long, murky descent into crack and alcohol abuse back in the 1980s, his recovery in the 90s, and his miraculously successful efforts to rebuild a life for himself in the 2000s.


Here Carr talks with Rachel Sklar of the Daily Beast about some of the topics nearest and dearest to him:


A Lonely Death in the City

prospectpark-1.jpgAt about 10 am on Wednesday morning, I was running in Prospect Park, in Brooklyn, when I saw a lot of commotion a few hundred meters up the road. As I got closer, I saw several police cars, an ambulance, and suited authorities inspecting the scene. A man lay motionless on a stretcher, one arm hanging lifelessly off the edge, as medical personnel lifted him into the ambulance, their efforts to resuscitate him a mere formality.


The middle-aged black man was dressed in dirty clothes and old work boots, his shirt open, revealing a barrel-shaped chest. About 20 minutes later, as I passed the scene on my second loop, the cars had cleared out, but the investigation carried on. The police had cordoned off the entire area -- a sheltered plot with several picnic tables underneath -- with tape. It may have been a murder, an overdose, a suicide or death by natural causes.


But I was not there to report on the death; I was just a passerby like the many other people in the park that morning, all of whom passed much as I did: without stopping or even looking beyond a quick glance. Perhaps, being city-dwellers, we're just accustomed to minding our own business. Or maybe we don't care.


And this is what I spent the rest of my run thinking about: When we see a dead man in a public place, shouldn't we stop and think of all the injustices that may have led to that death? I thought of poverty, addiction and violence, as well as the lack of sufficient social services to help those who suffer from all of the above. I thought of the man's life, which couldn't have been spent entirely on the street, because he was a reasonably healthy looking man over 40. What happened that led him to this lonesome end?


Of course, the problems are deep and systemic, too numerous to solve with a few idealistic initiatives. But I, for one, am thinking about those problems more today than I was yesterday. And it's a shame that it took seeing a dead man in the park to do it.


[Image: Prospect Park]

Notre Dame's Steve Fallon: Teaching the Classics to the Homeless

SteveTeaching.jpgIn South Bend, Indiana (home of Notre Dame), volunteers at the South Bend Center for the Homeless have been working to address the problem of homelessness through an innovative program that introduces the homeless to the great classics of world literature. Rather than viewing the homeless as people living on the fringe of society, the coordinators of the program -- known as the World Masterpieces Seminar -- awaken in participants a sense of their own value and their unique perspectives on the world. What makes the program so interesting is that the program is taught by two Notre Dame literature professors, Steve Fallon and Clark Power, using the same works and same approaches as they use with their university undergraduate students.


Here, Steve Fallon, professor of English and chair of the Program of Liberal Studies at Notre Dame, explains why his World Masterpieces Seminar program has already achieved such success in South Bend in solving for the problem of homelessness.


AWEARNESS: When most people think of the classics, they think of a very privileged part of society that has been exposed to the great writers like Shakespeare, Homer, Milton and Plato. What was your inspiration for bringing the study of the classics to the homeless population of South Bend?

 

Beware the Phony Debt Collectors

If you got a call from a police officer who knew your name, your address, and your social security number, informing you that you had defaulted on a loan and would be arrested if you did not repay that loan immediately, what would you do?


If you have your wits, you'd probably ask for his number and then contact the real authorities to let them know about a possible fraud scheme. But what if you're elderly or easily confused?


Phony debt collectors are serious business. In this clip, Jon Hann of Richmond, VA returns a call he received from one such "debt collector," a man with a heavy Indian accent who identifies himself as a ULPD officer:


The New Bohemians, Facing Eviction?

brick-lane-hipsters.jpgThere are a few urban enclaves in this country that act like magnets for young, hip, artistic sorts who want to pursue their dreams, or simply join the "scene." Every city has a trendy neighborhood, but some require a small fortune to rent an apartment there.


Perhaps no place in America embodies this reality like Willamsburg, Brooklyn, that formerly rag-tag industrial cluster of old factories and dilapidated apartment buildings just across the East River from Manhattan's Lower East Side.


When I first moved to New York, in 1999, Williamsburg was a place where you could find a raw loft for under $1,000 and feel like a pioneer on the new urban frontier. There were a few restaurants and bars, but for the most part, going to Williamsburg felt like going to Philadelphia -- that is, a long way from New York City.


These days Williamsburg is home to scads of twentysomethings who all seem to be in one band or another. And they're as interchangeable as they are numerous: every time I exit the Bedford Avenue station on the L train, I feel like I'm immersed in a grand social experiment, in which the subjects change as frequently as the marquees at the local music venues. Where do all these kids come from, I wonder, and more importantly, where do they all go when their time is up?


The New York Times published an article on Monday about the funding for residents of Williamsburg -- their parents. The article suggests that a great number, if not a majority, of those hipsters are heavily subsidized by moms and dads who've earned enough (by being square, no doubt) to pay their mortgages and their kids' $3,000-per-month rent. But in these dire economic times, the article goes on to say, those pools are rapidly evaporating. Though, most hipsters are loathe to admit they receive any assistance from anyone residing in those godforsaken suburbs.


Suddenly, paying for your 25-year-old child's loft so he or she doesn't have work is starting to seem like a luxury many parents can live without. Meanwhile, their kids will either have to relocate to cheaper digs or figure out pretty fast if they're capable of earning their keep.


I suspect that resume-writing services will be in high demand in the coming months, as well as clothing that fully covers limbs adorned with tattoos.


[Image: Stuffhipstersdon'tlike.com]

David Lynch's Interview Project T.J.


American film director David Lynch is one of the more interesting working artists in the world today. I interviewed him a few years back, and the man is, mirabile dictu, the real deal, i.e, as smart as he is eccentric. But Lynch is not so unconventional that he cannot get financing for his pathbreaking projects when he wants to. David's interests include transcendental meditation (which he has practiced for 30 years), German metaphysics and, of course, film. A side interest with David -- something that obviously informs his cinematography -- is the American landscape. The highways, drive-ins, the motels, the backroads in the evenings, the monuments and the people of this country all hold a strange fascination for Lynch.


The American road is the central metaphor for David Lynch. Vladimir Nabokov, another peculiarly American genius, wrote, arguably, the greatest road novel, Lolita. In keeping on that same theme, Lynch, his son Austin and his friend Jason took a road trip recently, driving around the country shooting brief interviews with people that they met on the road trip. Above is an interview with a young man named T.J.


Lynch and his crew do a total of 121 interviews in all, The interview here -- via VBS -- features TJ, whom the gang ran into in a parking lot in North Carolina. The interview is characteristically Lynchian and a fine piece of independent documentary that speaks to America's state in the present.