Main character Jason MacMillan, leader of the massive middle class "Enough's Enough" movement goes head to head with Washington Savings & Loan CEO Clifton Danvers in Danvers' office. The subject -- fraudulent loans to homeowners that helped spark the mortgage meltdown...
From the novel "Trickle Down - How the 99% Fought Back & Won"
Three days later
Macmillan was in Sacramento at the headquarters of Washington Savings
& Loan sprawled out on a leather couch. He bounced an orange Nerf
ball off the ceiling while CEO Clifton Danvers watched like a bored
cat.
"It really
bounces true Cliffy. Even the curves. Wanna give it a try?"
"Alright,
enough! What do you want?"
Jason bolted
upright. "Answers -- honest ones. But they're not just for me."
Danvers puckered
his lips and dropped his head. "For who then, Ann Landers? You
want me to explain to her why you have a vendetta against CEO's?"
Macmillan got up,
put his hands in his pockets and paced back and forth. "You're
going to explain to some influential people in Washington how your
company made a fortune stuffing our mailboxes with garbage like
this." He tossed a flier on the desk that screamed “$90,000
Mortgage for Under $499/Month!” Danvers didn't flinch. "Teaser
rates to draw them in knowing damn well most of them couldn't pay it
back." Danvers sat motionless as Macmillan walked over to an
original painting -- "The Battle of Trenton" -- and stood
underneath with his hands clasped behind his back. "Quite a
struggle they had, those crazy revolutionaries. In rags with crude
weapons fighting off those snobby well-fed British who thought they
owned everyone. Can you imagine that Danvers? Those uppity bastards
thought the rest of us peons put on this earth just to serve them?"
"British
General James Grant was a relative of mine," Danvers said. "He
sure blew that one."
Macmillan raised
his eyebrows. "I'm not surprised. It must run in the family."
Danvers tossed the
flier aside. "Look, I had some people under me who didn't know
what they were doing. I can't be everywhere. It never should have
happened, but don't you worry. We'll fix it and move on."
Macmillan snapped
his fingers, "Just like that, huh. You're the new David
Copperfield. The whole mess disappears. You steer people into home
loans you knew damn well would fail then you sweep it under the rug.
You knew what your top people did because you were paying them
millions in bonuses to do it!"
"They were
paid retention bonuses."
"Oh right.
Retention bonuses. You retained them because they did such a great
job screwing everybody."
Macmillan walked
over to another wall and took a close look at a Wild West painting.
"So let me get this straight. You paid them millions in
retention bonuses even though you knew they didn't know what they
were doing. Man, that's pretty lousy management if you ask me."
Danvers pressed a
button under his desk while giving MacMillan a sarcastic smile.
"Well I'm not
asking you. You know son, I think what we have here is a failure to
communicate. You want to blame someone? Blame Greenspan. He thought
we could regulate ourselves. Blame Clinton for repealing
Glass-Steagall. Blame Reagan and Bush for letting us do whatever the
hell we wanted in the name of business. Fuzzy math? You're damn
right! What the hell did you think we were gonna do?" He shook
his head and laughed. "You kids don't get it. We're just too big
to fail, too big to jail!"
"That's the
problem Danvers. You thieves are allowed to get too big. You
knew taxpayers would have to bail you out to avoid a complete
economic meltdown so you made dangerous bets on The Street. If you
win you get huge bonuses. If you lose, hey, so what, Joe Schmoe picks
up the tab."
"It's called
capitalism. Market freedom."
"Freedom's
one thing. Freedom to steal is another."
"C'mon, put
away the violin – I've heard this tune before."
"First you
strip the wealth from their homes with predatory loans, and hen you
use those loans to blow up the economy. And then comes the cherry on
top -- you use the recession as an excuse to steal their homes
through foreclosure."
Danvers smiled
like a jack-o-lantern. "And you made a fortune selling those
bogus CDO's in Asia. If I go down I'm taking you with me."
Two muscular
security guards walked in and stood at the door waiting for the nod
to throw Macmillan out.
Danvers, red faced
wiped the sweat off of his forehead. Macmillan walked over to him and
defiantly planted both fists on his desk. Just behind Macmillan was
an old oil painting of a Native American Chief in full headdress. It
seemed like he was looking down at both men. Jason got right into
Danvers' face and smirked. "Tell me big man -- do you like large
feathered hats?"
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