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WaMu Equity Committee official approval

Thursday, 28 January 2010 13:16 by santosh
Thank Judge Mary Walrath

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A Story of Debt

Thursday, 26 November 2009 21:05 by santosh
It is a slow day in a small Florida town and streets are deserted. Times are tough, everybody is in debt, and everybody is living on credit. A rich tourist drives through town, stops at the motel, and lays a $100 bill on the desk saying he wants to inspect the rooms upstairs to pick one for the night. 

As soon as he walks upstairs, the motel owner grabs the bill and runs next door to pay his debt to the butcher. 

The butcher takes the $100 and runs down the street to retire his debt to the pig farmer. 

The pig farmer takes the $100 and heads off to pay his bill to his supplier, .the Farmer's Co-op 

The guy at the Farmer's Co-op takes the $100 and runs to pay his debt to the local prostitute, who has also been facing hard times and has had to offer her "services" on credit. 

The hooker rushes to the hotel and pays off her room bill with the hotel owner. 
The hotel proprietor then places the $100 back on the counter so the rich traveler will not suspect anything. 

At that moment the traveler comes down the stairs, states that the rooms are not satisfactory, picks up the $100 bill and leaves town. 

No one produced anything. No one earned anything. However, the whole town is now out of debt and now looks to the future with a lot more optimism.

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'Greatest Trade': How You Can Make $20 Billion

Tuesday, 17 November 2009 06:35 by santosh

Even as the financial system collapsed last year, and millions of investors lost billions of dollars, one unlikely investor was racking up historic profits: John Paulson, a hedge-fund manager in New York.

His firm made $20 billion between 2007 and early 2009 by betting against the housing market and big financial companies. Mr. Paulson's personal cut would amount to nearly $4 billion, or more than $10 million a day. That was more than the 2007 earnings of J.K. Rowling, Oprah Winfrey and Tiger Woods combined.

Adapted from "The Greatest Trade Ever: The Behind-the-Scenes Story of How John Paulson Defied Wall Street and Made Financial History," by Gregory Zuckerman. Broadway Books. Copyright © 2009 by Gregory Zuckerman.

How did he do it? Believing that a housing-market collapse was coming, Mr. Paulson spent over $1 billion in 2006 to buy insurance on what he then saw as risky mortgage investments. When the housing market cracked and the mortgages tumbled, the value of Mr. Paulson's insurance soared. One of his funds rose more than 500% that year. Then in 2008, he shorted financial shares, or wagered that they would fall in price, profiting again when these companies collapsed.

And are there any investing skills that average investors can learn from his success? Yes. There are no guarantees, of course, but the success of Mr. Paulson and a few other underdog investors lends encouragement to individuals trying to compete with Wall Street's pros.

Here are eight investing lessons of Mr. Paulson's $20 billion gamble, the greatest trade in financial history:

1 Don't Rely on the Experts
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Many investors lost big in 2007 and 2008 as housing crumbled and the stock market tumbled. But no one lost more than commercial and investment banks caught with toxic mortgage-related securities. These bankers were the very same ones who created these investments, and Wall Street's top analysts had vouched for their safety, even as Mr. Paulson and others bet against the investments.

Lesson: When Wall Street is wheeling out its latest can't-miss product, be skeptical.

2 Bubble Trouble

Some academics argue that financial markets have become more efficient. But a rash of financial bubbles in recent years -- including housing, energy, technology and Asian currencies -- suggests that markets are becoming harder to navigate, and are more prone to overshooting. Today, investors of all sizes read the same articles, watch the same business-television programs and chase the same hot tips. They invariably head for the exits at the same time.

Lesson: Have an exit strategy -- and cash to cushion any tumble.

3 Focus on Debt Markets

Most investors track the ups and downs of the stock market but have only a vague sense of moves in debt markets. That's a mistake. Early signs of trouble were seen in sophisticated markets that don't get much limelight, like the subprime-mortgage bond market. These problems eventually felled the housing and stock markets, and the overall economy, a set of falling dominos that Mr. Paulson and his team correctly anticipated.

Lesson: Debt markets can do a better job predicting problems than stock markets.

4 Master New Investments

Mr. Paulson scored huge profits by buying credit-default swaps, a derivative investment that serves as insurance on debt. When risky mortgage bonds tumbled in value, Mr. Paulson's insurance soared. But many experts were flummoxed by CDS contracts or shied away from educating themselves about these relatively new investments.

Mr. Paulson and his team had no experience with CDS contracts. But they put the time into learning about them.

Lesson: Educate yourself about the range of exchange-traded funds being introduced, some of which can play a valuable role in a portfolio.

5 Insurance Pays

A number of investors worried about a bursting of the housing market, but few did much about it, even though insurance, such as CDS contracts, at the time were selling at dirt-cheap prices. Out-of-the-money put contracts -- options that pay off only if the market tumbles -- also were trading at reasonable levels. As cheap as this insurance was, many pros ignored it.

Lesson: Don't underestimate the value of a safety net, such as put options.

6 Experience Counts

Some of the biggest winners in the meltdown were middle-aged investors dismissed by some as past their prime. But they had experienced past market downturns, while some of the bankers and analysts caught flat-footed knew only good times.

Lesson: A historical perspective can be a valuable tool.

7 Don't Fall in Love

With an Investment

In early 2009, Mr. Paulson became more bullish about the banks and financial companies that he had wagered against in 2008, after determining that these companies had improved their balance sheets. The moves resulted in profits this year.

Lesson: Even the greatest trade doesn't last forever.

8 Luck Helps

In early 2006, Mr. Paulson determined that housing was in trouble and set out to profit from the impending fall. But some housing experts already had determined that real estate was overpriced; others had wagered against housing but could no longer stomach their losses. Just months after Mr. Paulson placed his historic trade, U.S. housing prices began to fall.

Lesson: Don't risk too much in any one trade, even one that seems like a sure thing.

Write to Gregory Zuckerman at gregory.zuckerman@wsj.com

Source: http://online.wsj.com/article/SB125823321386948789.html 

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Namaste: One Teen's Look at Nepal

Wednesday, 11 November 2009 06:57 by santosh


Every year The Goldman Sachs Foundation and Asia Society recognize US high school students that demonstrate in-depth understanding of key issues in international affairs. Sarah from Westlake Village, CA is one of the 2008 winners of a $10,000 scholarship. She created a video comparing her life and those of her peers with people she met in Nepal, finding different definitions of necessity, wealth, and happiness. Sarahs video included footage she shot while in Nepal with a media team documenting human rights issues and the recent historic elections. While there, she filmed an interview with the rebel leader at the time, Prachanda, who has since become the Prime Minister of Nepal. Sarah has also completed video projects for her local symphony orchestra and continues to follow the evolving political situation in Nepal. For more information on the prize, check out http://askasia.org/students/gsfprizes.html

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Colleen's post featured in wordpress

Friday, 16 October 2009 10:51 by santosh

My Friend, Colleen's blog post was featured in WordPress's home page today. Very Impressive.

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The Biggest Banking Heist in World History: Washington Mutual

Thursday, 1 October 2009 13:10 by santosh

This September 25th 2009 marked the one-year anniversary of Washington Mutual’s seizure, by the Office of Thrift Supervision (supposedly) as a result of insolvency (supposedly).

Last year, on October 7th, I sent the SEC a (rushed) formal complaint highlighting my concerns regarding insider trading and other illegal activities associated with WaMu.

After patiently waiting for one year but with no news from the SEC regarding indictments for what I consider to be have been blatant insider trading; an illegal and inappropriate seizure by the OTS (really the FDIC); and a unified illegal takeout of the stock via naked short selling, all combined with this insider information, I am now releasing this report to the public.

I want you to see what happened. 

I want you to carefully follow the course of events. 

Then I want you to ask yourself why the SEC failed to make any charges.  Finally, I would like you to send this to the White House, the Attorney General and the Congressman and Senator of your choice. 

In this complaint, I discussed how the banking cartel took WaMu down illegally and (most likely) conspired via naked short sales, knowing that one of the members of this cartel would be able to buy up their assets at pennies on the dollar.  

As it turned out, the WaMu asset “giveaway” for less than $2 billion to JP Morgan represented the second banking heist JP Morgan negotiated from the FDIC in six months. Strangely, these also happened to be the top two banking heists ever.

I also discussed the role of former SEC Chairman Chris Cox in facilitating these actions, which might explain why the investigation never went far.

Finally, I discussed the role of Shelia Bair and the FDIC in seizing WaMu, despite official statements that the OTS (Office of Thrift Supervision) seized the bank. Perhaps this will eventually surface down the road just as previous claims I made of the Federal Reserve and Treasury Department forcing Bank of America to buy Merrill.

As you might recall, I was the first person in the world (as far as I know) to report on the forced bailout (disguised as a buyout) of Merrill Lynch by Bank of America. My article “Bailouts Disguised as Buyouts” was released within days of the September 2008 deal announcement, just a couple of weeks prior to the WaMu seizure. http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-86.html

Thereafter, I did not see or hear anyone mention the possibilities I raised. Recently we have seen this was spot on. No one picked up on this until after Paulson and Lewis started with their he-said she-said speeches in 2009. 

Anyone familiar with my track record knows it is unmatched.
http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-341.html

Thus, when I raise what I feel to be critical issues, they should be examined carefully, as my insights and vision through this economic collapse have been spot on.  In fact, I have recently offered a $10,000 reward for the person who can identify someone who can match my track record.
http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-385.html

Prior to my attempts to get the truth out, I had discussed the details of the WaMu seizure with a reporter from a very prominent newswire service. He informed me that prior to the official announcement, a WaMu executive told him that the seizure was "politically motivated." This made perfect sense to me because I could find no evidence of insolvency.

Remember, several days prior to the seizure of WaMu, the OTS stated that after their in-depth review, the thrift had no need to raise further capital at least throughout 2008. In large part this was due to the $7 billion loan made by Texas Pacific Group in the spring.

That of course brings up another point to consider. You would have to assume that a big and well-established private equity firm like TPG would have done a huge amount of due diligence on WaMu before handing over $7 billion in the midst of the banking collapse. Remember, TPG made this investment only a couple of months after the collapse of Bear Stearns. It is highly unlikely that a firm as big as TPG would never make such a huge gamble without being prepared to invest more if needed. But what if TPG didn’t have a chance to come in and supply the sufficient funds required for solvency?  This is in fact the case.

Despite the seal of approval from the OTS, only a couple of weeks later, according to official reports, withdraws of only $16.7 billion (out of total deposits of over $200 billion) within a two-week span occurred. This was the official reason provided by the OTS for WaMu’s alleged insolvency. Are you kidding me?

If in fact WaMu somehow became insolvent in such a short time frame after the public announcement of the official assessments by the OTC, someone from the OTS should face criminal charges due to incompetence for misleading shareholders.

So I wrote up a brief summary of my findings in a complaint to the SEC which included what I believed to be clear signs of massive insider trading. When I looked at the chart, it was obvious insider trading had occurred in a massive scale.  But I knew there was much more to this. I knew it was even larger than the Bear Stearns heist.

After all, the initial naked short ban list in July 2008 left out the three financial firms in most danger of collapse at the time – Washington Mutual (WM), Wachovia (WB), and E-Trade Financial (ETFC).

Excluding Fannie and Freddie, the remaining firms on this list had a short interest ratio of between 1 to 3%, which is standard for most securities. In even under bullish market conditions, most stocks typically have from 1 to 3% short interest for a variety of reasons. 

In contrast, WM, WB and ETFC had short interest ratios ranging from 15 to 25% and had early signs of financial problems. Short interest ratios this high indicate a strong bearish sentiment, as this range represents a large number of shorts relative to the float.  

Furthermore, these firms were in no where near the financial trouble (at that stage) as were WM, WB and ETFC, in part due to the fact that they had not yet been shorted. Please check back to verify this because I know it to be true for a fact.

I’ll go ahead and make another assertion which I am willing to stake my reputation on; SEC Chairman Christopher Cox basically signed off on this list after having it handed to him by then Treasury Secretary Paulson. 

Soon after the bank seizure, I was on the phone contacting the OTS and FDIC to get some answers regarding the seizure of WaMa, the ombudsman kept deflecting my questions and passing the buck to others. I insisted a disclosure be made of third-party audited financial statements be issued to at least shareholders proving insolvency. Most notably, officials at the OTS were most interested in finding out who I was and whether I had a website. This seemed very strange to me. Meanwhile, the FDIC ombudsman continued to provide answers that were distractions – a tactic typically used by politicians and other deceitful manipulators. After realizing his tactics were not working, he hung up on me.

Once I told them who I was and my intentions to expose their role in this huge cover-up, the FDIC (as I later found out) made a call to federal agents to pay me a visit. And that they did. Soon after, I found myself in an interrogation room. Let me be clear, the FDIC ombudsman is lying crooked SOB and is guilty of providing baseless/false information to federal agents. This man should be locked up in jail.

It appears as if the FDIC misused its federal authority to put some heat on me by informing the FDA terrorist division that I was a person of interest to question regarding the white powder mailings sent to JP Morgan and the Federal Reserve. Yes that’s right, I said the FDIC misused its federal authority.  You see, despite the claims made by Shelia Bair and others, the FDIC is not really an independent insurer.  They are really a branch of the U.S. Treasury, which might explain why Shelia Bair used to work at the Department of Treasury.

A few months later when I attempted to spill the beans, I emailed the SEC complaint to three reporters; reporters from the NY Times and Washington Post who I thought could be trusted to deliver the truth because they had exposed some mortgage fraud by WaMu. Boy was I wrong.

One reporter wrote it off as a “half-baked conspiracy.” He even made mention of the lack of credibility regarding the tip I received from journalist who was told the seizure was politically motivated, without bothering or caring to verify it.

I told him I had the name and contact number of the reporter, but for some strange reason, he wasn’t interested. As you might imagine, this reaction, which I deemed to be unprofessional, unappreciative and disrespectful, was dealt with appropriately. I basically put him in his place as you might imagine.

When a reporter is telling a Wall Street insider his market insights are rubbish, especially without even bothering to investigate them, it implies one of two things.

He is either a complete idiot………… or

He wants to stay away from something potentially disastrous to his career. 

My guess is that it was a combination of both. 

(Perhaps I’ll disclose his name if you email me, but only if you promise to email him and tell him what a jackass he is)

It was then I realized that journalists would only be willing to go after obvious fraud that everyone knew about; like mortgage fraud. They aren’t willing to uncover massive fraud that would have drastic ramifications for the biggest banks in America.

I’m a bit anxious to publish the emails from this, as well as the others I’ve collected over the past three years from the media when I tried to warn people of this mess. I’m not talking about generic doom and gloom extremist predictions that you may have come across from the media snake oil salesmen.  I’m talking about specific predictions which have materialized.

Several weeks later I received a call from a couple of SEC attorneys who had been assigned to investigate WaMu fraud. They wanted to know more about the details of my allegations. What I suspect is that they really wanted to know how much direct proof I had so they would know whether or not to pursue the case; to cover their behinds. Otherwise, for whatever reason they weren’t going to pursue it.  I was quite certain about that.

After explaining things, I requested to see the short interest data for WaMu in the months prior to the collapse.

Sensing these SEC officials lacked the expertise (or motivation) required to prove my case, I wanted to prove that JPMorgan committed securities fraud and benefited from this by its taxpayer-funded purchase of WaMu (which would also imply taxpayer fraud). But the attorneys refused to hand it over. Go figure.

Why would the SEC impede the efforts of the only person in the world to have spotted these fraudulent activities?  Why would they refuse the assistance of a Wall Street insider, and arguably the leading expert in this mess to boot?  

At the very least, in my professional opinion, there is no dispute of insider trading with WaMu. It was one of the most blatant cases of insider trading I have seen during my professional career.

By now, it should be clear to everyone that certain SEC executives are just as guilty of criminal activities as the credit rating agencies and banking executives. And yet, none of them have faced any criminal charges.  

For anyone who doubts anything I say, I have evidence to back it up; including the statements made by the reporter, as well as the business card of the principal federal agent. The only thing I lack is the short data for WaMu to prove massive fraud. If I had access to short interest data from 2007 to 2008, I am willing to stake my reputation that I could prove the banking cartel acted illegally to cause the destruction of several banks. 

As for the insider trading, the SEC can easily confirm this by checking data. Yet, since submission of my formal complaint in October 7, 2008, there have been no announcements of any kind related to insider trading with WaMu. I And I don’t ever expect there to be because I understand how the SEC works. I was confident they wouldn’t act when I wrote the report. I even discussed how useless they are in America’s Financial Apocalypse.

As you read the complaint, you will see how I ended it with a brief lecture on the failures of this agency. Note that a couple of months later, Madoff’s Ponzi scheme was exposed; but not by the SEC of course.

The SEC wants to stay away from anything related to WaMu securities fraud since they are partly responsible. Instead, they will distract investors by going after much smaller mortgage fraud cases.

You won’t hear any of the “experts” or pundits discuss the real issues like those I have I have described; the issues that need to be addressed, because they don’t want to upset the media. All they care about is staying within the proper boundaries as set forth by producers so they will be invited to return back on the show so they can market themselves.
 http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-338.html

All they care about is marketing themselves so they can make millions when they release their next useless book or try to get you to invest with them. They are pure sell-outs and they’re fooling you. They deceive and even lie to the people in exchange for money via increased business.
http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-289.html
http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-290.html

And since the media is controlled by a few individuals, you can imagine how closely aligned they are with the executives of the banking cartel - Goldman Sachs, Citigroup, Bank of America, and JP Morgan, as well as the Federal Reserve and Washington.

Most of these “experts” have no clue what’s going on or what to expect so they become marketing machines because all they care about is making money. They make money selling you an empty bill of goods.

As we all know, even most “experts” have been clueless about the economy and stock market as their track records indicate. But they don’t need to be right because most viewers have very short memories. These marketing experts make money either way while you lose. It’s all one huge marketing gimmick designed to make them rich at your expense. 
 http://www.avaresearch.com/article_details-247.html

Once again, it’s all about protecting the financial and political agendas of the media’s sponsors. After all, these journalists certainly don’t want to lose their jobs. And their hand-picked “experts” only care to market themselves so they can make money. So they’ll stay away from the real issues because they want to get invited back on TV again. And now the results are showing, as America’s media machine gets chopped up further each day.

Summary and Conclusions:

  1. Washington Mutual was NOT insolvent
  2. Blatant insider trading occurred prior to the seizure announcement, most likely involving the banking cartel and their hedge fund affiliates
  3. Washington Mutual share price was taken down for several months prior to the seizure by illegal naked short sales, which SEC Chairman Christopher Cox failed to prevent. His July 2008 short sales ban list contained only 19 financial firms and only two of those (Fannie and Freddie) were in danger of being shorted at the time. 
  4. The Office of Thrift Supervision was not responsible for seizing WaMu. Although that is the official report, the fact is that Shelia Bair, head of the FDIC was responsible for forcing the OTS to seize WaMu.
  5. To this day, the OTS, FDIC, OCC, nor any other agency responsible for wiping out WaMu shareholders has provided any evidence of any kind that WaMu was insolvent.
  6. WaMu was handed off by the FDIC and Federal Reserve in an illegally devised brokered deal to JP Morgan, whereby there was no auction for WaMu assets as the FDIC claims. It was decided prior to the seizure where WaMu’s assets would go.
  7. Those responsible for the biggest banking heist in history should be in prison, including but not limited to the heads of the FDIC, OTC, OCC, SEC, JPM. Furthermore Killinger should be in prison for the mortgage fraud WaMu engaged in.
  8. WaMu shareholders should be able to recover 100% of their lost investment due to the illegal seizure and WaMu fraud.  JP Morgan and the FDIC should be sued. 

These claims I have made should be taken to be factual until they are proven otherwise.

Now have a look at the SEC complaint http://www.avaresearch.com/files/20090930175434.pdf

By Mike Stathis

Source: http://www.marketoracle.co.uk/index.php?name=News&file=article&sid=13894 

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A Giant Downfall

Saturday, 26 September 2009 12:48 by santosh

 Sep 25 2009

 

WaMu

People walk past Washington Mutual Inc.'s Seattle headquarters September 16, 2008, nine days before the bank went down in the biggest failure in U.S. history. 

Late in the afternoon of September 25, 2008, the phone rang in Steve Rotella’s 33rd floor office in downtown Seattle.

The wide bay windows, once part of a conference room, commanded a sweeping view of Puget Sound, befitting the president of the nation’s largest savings and loan.

On a credenza behind his desk, one of his computer monitors quietly streamed ticker symbols.

Washington Mutual’s closing price: $1.69, down 25 percent.

For the past few days, a handful of big financial institutions had been poring over WaMu’s books, trying to decide whether to make a bid and rescue it from potential failure.

Suddenly, they had stopped.

Rotella wanted to know why. He had asked WaMu’s head of regulatory relations, John Robinson, to see what he could learn from the bank’s chief regulator, the federal Office of Thrift Supervision.

Now, Robinson was calling back. “Steve, it’s over,” Robinson said, according to people familiar with the call. “They’re coming in to close us this afternoon.”

Shortly after Rotella hung up the phone, government officials strode through the marble lobby of the newly built WaMu Center and ended the 119-year life of a vast financial enterprise once considered among the strongest and most promising in the country.

Within two hours of the call, regulators took control of a company with $307 billion in assets and sold it to rivalJPMorgan Chase & Co. for $1.9 billion, a fraction of what the New York powerhouse led by Jamie Dimon had offered just months earlier.

With these swift actions, tens of thousands of shareholders and bondholders lost billions of dollars, and Washington Mutual became known as the largest bank failure in U.S. history — nearly eight times larger than the Federal Deposit Inurance Corp.’s previous record failure, set during the savings and loan crisis of the 1980s.

Yet despite the size and significance of this event, much of what happened to WaMu has never been reported.

“It was dealt with so surgically and so quickly that in comparison to all of the other things going on, I think this one almost became a non-issue,” said Lewis Mandell, a professor of business and finance economics at theUniversity of Washington’s Foster School of Business.

To recreate WaMu’s final days, the Puget Sound Business Journal examined hundreds of pages of documents obtained through the Freedom of Information Act and interviewed dozens of former WaMu executives and employees, as well as government regulators and outside observers. Many sources would only speak on condition of anonymity. These sources, including insiders who lived through WaMu’s downfall, paint a picture of panic, confusion and futility as events spiraled out of control.

These interviews show that WaMu suffered through not one but two bank runs in its final months. The first run was many times larger than the run that felled California lender IndyMac in July 2008, though neither shareholders nor the public knew about it. WaMu survived that run, and the second run was tapering off when regulators moved in and shut the bank, citing the run as the reason.

In addition, WaMu’s top executives, led by CEO Alan Fishman, were trying to sell the bank after federal regulators imposed a deadline, only to discover that they were being undermined by those same regulators, executives say. The government’s plan to seize the bank, if it became known beforehand, would cause potential buyers to immediately cool their heels, because buying after a government takeover would be a lot cheaper than even the desperate private purchase deal that Fishman was seeking.

The takeover of WaMu prevented a potentially catastrophic hit to the deposit insurance fund. In that sense the seizure was a success: Not a dime of the FDIC’s then $45 billion fund went to reimburse WaMu depositors because JPMorgan Chase had taken over.

Yet even a year later, fundamental questions remain unanswered. And in part because regulators have said so little about their actions, there remains a voracious appetite to get to the bottom of why WaMu failed.

A slew of inquiries is under way. The Federal Bureau of Investigation and the U.S. Attorney’s Office in Seattle launched a large-scale investigation last October that is ongoing. The bankrupt holding company was recently given permission to subpoena hundreds of pages of documents from JPMorgan as part of its discovery process. The purpose of that investigation, which could take months, is to shed light on JPMorgan’s actions in the weeks leading up to its purchase of the bank, according to a spokesman for WaMu’s holding company.

Recently, the Inspector General’s office at the U.S. Treasury, the department that houses the Office of Thrift Supervision, launched a “post mortem” investigation jointly with the FDIC’s inspector general, “to see if there was anything that could have been done” to save WaMu, said Rich Delmar, counsel to the Treasury department.

“The IG offices typically don’t investigate cases where there was no cost to the insurance fund,” Delmar added. “But because this was so damn big, we’re doing it anyway.” The results are expected as early as next month.

The First Panic

In early July 2008, hundreds of people lined up outside the headquarters of IndyMac Bank in Pasadena, Calif. News reports had made clear that IndyMac had a large exposure to troubled subprime loans. Fearing the bank was on the verge of failure, customers were pulling out their money. The line stretched down the block. That image, which appeared on newspaper front pages and TV stations nationwide, depicted the first major bank run since the savings-and-loan crisis in the 1980s.

Two blocks away, managers at a large, white-columned WaMu branch watched the commotion. Soon, their own customers began asking, “Is my money safe?”

On the evening of Friday, July 11, just after the FDIC seized IndyMac, a top WaMu retail bank executive in Seattle sent an email to other retail bank executives across the company with a simple question: “IndyMac has failed—How are we going to respond?”

Through a flurry of sometimes heated emails, managers across WaMu’s network of 2,239 branches worked out a rough plan. WaMu’s deposit team would forecast the potential size of a run, based on daily data about cash outflows. Branch managers would try to reassure anxious customers. Tellers, who usually just cashed checks and dispensed rolls of quarters, now would recite details to show WaMu had more than enough money to meet regulatory minimums.

“We had tellers who knew our capital ratios and our liquidity ratios,” said George Kaye, who managed more than 200 WaMu branches in Southern California. “We were educating everyone.”

Despite these efforts, WaMu suffered a $9.4 billion run—seven times bigger than IndyMac’s. Southern California became the epicenter, although customers all around the country pulled out cash. Unlike IndyMac, however, WaMu executives kept the five-alarm fire under wraps. No lines formed down the block. No TV cameras splashed the news. Shareholders never knew, either. This first run happened after the start of the third quarter, and WaMu collapsed three business days before the quarter ended, following the second bank run. It never reported those financial results.

The Moody’s Meeting

At the end of August, Rotella and WaMu Treasurer Robert Williams boarded a leased private jet in Seattle and flew to meet with Moody’s Investors Service in New York. Typically, WaMu executives met with Moody’s senior credit officer, Craig Emrick. This time, however, the powerful rating agency greeted the WaMu executives with a team of people, an ominous sign.

“We don’t know exactly why that was,” said Peter Freilinger, WaMu’s assistant treasurer who flew out separately to attend the meeting. “Moody’s might have felt that the action was so important that they wanted everyone to hear the facts before they did anything.”

The bank run had calmed in August. To entice customers to make deposits, WaMu offered a special certificate of deposit paying 5 percent interest—extremely high at the time. It worked, and new money flowed in. But now, at Moody’s, WaMu executives had to face another challenge: the repercussions of the bank’s foray into risky mortgage lending.

Under former CEO Kerry Killinger, WaMu had written subprime and option-ARM loans to hundreds of thousands of home buyers with shaky credit, particularly in California. The loans generated healthy fees, and the bank could offload the risk by selling them to firms that turned them into mortgage-backed securities. But when the market for those securities crashed along with the housing market in mid-2007 and borrowers were foreclosed on, WaMu and other banks were left holding large numbers of bad loans. WaMu all but stopped writing these sorts of loans in late 2007, but it was too late. At the end of June 2008, there were still $69 billion of them on WaMu’s books—58 percent of all its home loans.

At Moody’s office, a few steps from Ground Zero, Rotella and other WaMu executives squared off across a conference table from the rating agency’s team. Led by Emrick, the analysts fired questions for an hour and a half, Freilinger said. Is the high-priced CD really bringing in stable customers? Does WaMu have any further strategy to bring in deposits? How is the bank dealing with its ailing mortgages and home equity lines of credit?

Rotella, who usually sent lower-level exectives to these meetings, tried to convince the analysts that WaMu had sufficent capital and deposits, despite the July bank run. Helped by a $7.2 billion private equity infusion in the spring of 2008, WaMu was easily in the range of a “well-capitalized” institution, by regulatory standards. Still, its recent second-quarter loss totaled $3.3 billion and it had just set aside $5.9 billion to cover bad loans.

The stakes of the meeting were high. A Moody’s downgrade would tag WaMu as a poor credit risk, making it difficult for the bank to borrow funds and further eroding public confidence. Moody’s declined to comment on the meeting.

Moody’s wouldn’t make a decision for several days. But the analysts asked pointed questions and didn’t joke. They sat with arms crossed and faces sternly set. WaMu executives left feeling they had failed to convince the agency of the bank’s health.

The Next Dominoes

On Sunday, September 7, Washington Mutual’s board ousted Killinger, who had served as CEO for 18 years, and named a New York banker, Alan Fishman, to succeed him. The announcement came two months after the board stripped Killinger of his chairman title and amid vocal shareholder unrest at WaMu’s plunging share price. Many thought the move came too late.

The next day, Fishman flew to Seattle to rally management, according to several former WaMu executives. According to one executive, Fishman came on board with the intent of “evaluating the team and evaluating the strategy.” But he soon learned that WaMu might be past the point of saving itself, according to executives who were there at the time.

In addition, within days the FDIC gave him a deadline: Find a buyer for the ailing bank by September 30, the end of the third quarter, according to a high-level executive familiar with the FDIC’s actions. Fishman and several other WaMu executives quickly flew to New York City to begin trying to sell WaMu.

On September 11, Moody’s issued its rating: It downgraded WaMu’s debt to junk status, rated the company’s financial strength at D+ and issued a negative outlook on the company, citing its asset quality and the potential for future losses. Freilinger, WaMu’s assistant treasurer, fielded the call from Emrick, and had the thankless task of checking the accuracy of Moody’s forthcoming press release. Freilinger’s heart sank. “No bank of our size anywhere in the world survives without an investment grade rating,” he recently said.

The downgrade roared across the country. WaMu customers, reminded once again that their money might not be safe, pulled $600 million out of WaMu that day. “That’s when we thought, ‘Oh, crap, here we go again,’” said one WaMu manager who monitored deposits.

Soon, other rating agencies followed suit, sparking another massive bank run that would ultimately become the reason FDIC officials gave for closing WaMu.

In the next three days, customers pulled another $2.3 billion out of WaMu. On Tuesday, September 16, Fishman, the bank’s new chief executive, flew from New York City to Washington, D.C. He had a morning meeting with OTS Director John Reich, WaMu’s chief regulator, and OTS deputy director Scott Polakoff.

Fishman Meets Bair

Fishman wanted to brief the regulators on WaMu’s efforts to find a buyer and to give an update on the bank’s liquidity position, according to people familiar with the meetings. By then, WaMu’s regulators were watching the bank more closely than they ever had before, and were receiving deposit reports daily—sometimes several times a day. That day, customers pulled out another $2.4 billion.

At the meeting, Fishman said he had approached Wells Fargo, JPMorgan Chase and Citigroup, according to several high-level WaMu executives. All three banks declined comment for this story.

“We’d been talking to a number of banks, some had kind of fallen off the plate and some were still plausible as potential acquirees, but it was going to require some time,” one high-level executive told the Business Journal.

Reich and Polakoff encouraged WaMu executives to keep pursuing potential suitors as well as follow up on efforts to raise more capital, according to executives familiar with the meeting.

After the meeting ended, Fishman and John Robinson, in charge of WaMu’s regulatory relations, walked the block and a half to the FDIC’s headquarters, near the White House, for a brief meeting with FDIC Chairman Sheila Bair. Bair doesn’t typically get involved in the details of bank closures, said David Barr, a spokesman for the FDIC. But, “a Washington Mutual doesn’t come around but once every 75 years.”

For his part, Fishman wanted to find out more about the September 30 sale deadline the FDIC had imposed several days earlier: What would happen if WaMu failed to find a buyer or raise additional capital by that time?

Bair told Fishman and Robinson that if WaMu was unable to sell the bank by the end of September it would be placed on the FDIC’s list of “troubled banks,” according to people familiar with the meeting. The list is like a scarlet letter: While it leaves out a financial institution’s name, WaMu’s asset size would clearly identify it in the financial community. The placement would damage the bank’s reputation far more than even rating-agency downgrades or the persistent news reports, according to several people familiar with the meeting. The list was scheduled to come out in less than a month.

The message to WaMu executives in that half-hour meeting was clear: Sell the bank, and fast.

“If WaMu had gone on the list, it would have been obvious to everybody that WaMu was being characterized as a troubled bank and that could have precipitated an additional run on the bank,” said one high-level executive familiar with the meeting.

Bair also told Fishman another intriguing piece of information: She said more than one bank had called the FDIC to ask whether there would be an opportunity to buy WaMu as a distressed asset, according to people familiar with the meeting. In other words, was the government planning to seize and sell the bank? If so, potential buyers would rather wait, for the price was sure to be lower in a government sale.

Bair said she had directed those banks to contact Fishman. The executives left the meeting believing the FDIC was indeed helping WaMu find a buyer. Yet in less than a week, regulators would seize the bank and sell it for less than a quarter of the $8 billion that JPMorgan Chase had previously offered.

What Bair might have said to the banks remains unclear, and is likely to be a focus of at least some of the ongoing investigations. Bair declined repeated requests to be interviewed about her role and decisions. The FDIC released Bair’s emails regarding WaMu. They were almost completely redacted.

Within days, JPMorgan Chase, Wells Fargo and Citibank stopped poring over WaMu’s books.

The Final Run

Back in Seattle, WaMu’s deposit team and liquidity managers watched as billions flew out of the bank, from all areas of the country. They estimated that the FDIC insurance covered more than half of the money that fled. It didn’t matter. Like the Great Depression, customers acted purely out of fear. In contrast, most of the money withdrawn during the July bank run lacked FDIC coverage, because it exceeded the $100,000 limit at the time.

A year later, it’s easy to forget how deeply panic gripped the country in the first three weeks of September. The government placed giant mortgage holders Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac into conservatorship. Investment bank Lehman Bros. filed for bankruptcy after the government refused to bail it out. The Federal Reserve gave insurerAmerican International Group (AIG) an $85 billion loan to stave off a collapse that could have frozen financial markets. Treasury Secretary Hank Paulson got down on one knee before House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, begging her not to blow up a $700 billion bailout deal.

“I think some people were taking their money and putting it under their mattress,” said Kaye, the WaMu California branch manager.

A longtime customer in Orange County brought a cake to her branch that spelled out in frosting, “We love you WaMu,” and then closed her account. Another customer at a branch in Southern California withdrew all her money and then, feeling guilty, returned the next day with a freshly baked peach cobbler for the branch’s staff, according to a former WaMu manager. Her money, however, stayed away.

Each day, Brinks Security trucks pulled up to replenish WaMu ATMs across the country. Before the crisis, the trucks delivered about $30 million in cash a day nationwide, Freilinger said. During the September bank run, they delivered as much as $250 million a day.

At WaMu’s Seattle headquarters, employees started compiling deposit reports as early as 6 a.m. with information from the East Coast. The reports moved up the ranks to WaMu’s executive team, including Rotella and Fishman. Executives and regulators held a conference call each afternoon, summing up the day’s news. Freilinger, who orchestrated the calls, avoided taking them in WaMu’s plastic-walled “villa” office cubicles, which echoed like shower stalls, because he feared the bank’s problems might be overheard. Unlike the July bank run, this time news trucks camped outside WaMu’s headquarters.

On September 18, Fishman sought to reassure customers. In a carefully worded letter distributed through bank branches, he said “WaMu has the capital, the liquidity and the business plan to serve your needs and protect your money through these challenging times.” He didn’t say that he was still trying to find a buyer to shore up the bank.

Eerie Silence

That day, WaMu lost $2.8 billion—the biggest one-day outflow in its history.

On Tuesday, September 23, a quiet descended on the bank. The run had slowed, but so had interest from potential buyers. Two weeks of shopping the bank across the East Coast produced no takers. Now, banks that had been combing through WaMu’s electronic data room as part of their due dilligence abruptly stopped.

“Suddenly, all the bidders appeared to lose steam all at once,” said a person familiar with the matter.

WaMu executives began to suspect that the FDIC was letting potential bidders know that the bank might soon be sold in a distressed sale. It’s not clear when the FDIC started approaching other banks, but WaMu executives say such a move would have undercut Fishman’s ability to sell the bank. It also appears to conflict with what insiders say Bair had told Fishman only days before — that she was referring potential bidders to him.

“Deep into the process, we learned that concurrent to management shopping the bank, that apparently the FDIC was soliciting bids,” said a person familiar with the matter. “I would say it came as a big surprise.”

To be sure, the FDIC would approach potential buyers of any troubled bank in advance to see if they had any interest and enough capital for a purchase, said a former regulator familiar with WaMu’s closure. Regulators from both the OTS and the FDIC have declined to be interviewed for this story.

“Once it was clear there would be a failure, there would certainly be a real push to find out who was a prospective buyer,” said the official, speaking on condition of anonymity.

But the difference in the two scenarios is substantial. In a private sale, shareholders would receive cash or stock for their holdings, which were worth about $7 billion when Fishman took over in early September. Under the seizure, they got nothing. Thus in theory, at least, the government’s action wiped out $7 billion in shareholder wealth.

What’s unknown: when the FDIC started shopping around the bank.

The Seizure

On the morning of September 25, Rotella had had enough. From New York, Fishman reported that potential buyers had stopped talking. Rotella called Robinson, the regulatory liaison, who was in San Francisco for a meeting. He asked Robinson to call his contacts at the OTS and the FDIC to find out what, if anything, was going on. The deadline for finding a buyer, set for September 30, was fast approaching, and since the regulators were following the situation almost hour by hour, they were sure to know.

Fishman, along with WaMu’s Chief Financial Officer Tom Casey, got on a plane from New York to fly back to Seattle. As the jet soared across the country, Robinson heard from Polakoff, the deputy director of the OTS, in Washington, D.C. It was about 4 p.m. Pacific Time.

“We’ll be in to close the bank this afternoon,” Polakoff told Robinson, according to sources familiar with the call.

An emergency board meeting was scheduled for 5 p.m.

Robinson called Rotella to tell him the news. Shortly after the call, at 6 p.m., several members of the FDIC and the OTS walked into WaMu’s stately lobby, built just two years earlier. Colorful posters bearing WaMu’s well-known “Whoo-hoo!” ad campaign decorated the windows.

Officials escorted the regulators past the giant “W” etched into the front lobby wall to the elevator bank and up to the 32nd floor, where several directors waited, seated around the boardroom table for the last time.

An OTS official presented several documents indicating the government’s ownership of WaMu’s two bank subsidiaries. The government immediately sold the assets to JPMorgan, leaving an empty WaMu holding company.

“At that point, it was out of our hands,” said one WaMu executive. “We were told by the regulators that JPMorgan would be in the next day.”

WaMu didn’t have time to tell its 43,000 employees. At the moment regulators strode through the lobby, officials in D.C. issued a press release announcing the seizure and sale. Employees heard about it on car radios and from friends calling their cell phones. Many heard rumblings around 4:30 p.m., when news reports from the East Coast carried rumors of the sale.

“I was standing outside my pod, talking to somebody and we were kind of going over tomorrow’s game plan,” said one WaMu manager. “And then the guy sitting next to me hollered out, ‘Holy shit, the Wall Street Journal is reporting we got sold to JPM.’”

Kaye, the regional manager of Southern California branches, was holding a “customer engagement” training session at WaMu’s Irvine administrative office, teaching managers how to greet and welcome new WaMu customers. He found out about the closure after reading an email from a higher-level manager.

“You get kind of surprised like, ‘Why didn’t they tell us?’” he said. “But nobody could have told us because nobody knew.”

Freilinger, away at a bonds conference in Paris, said he phoned and asked one of his deputies at WaMu headquarters to go buy beer and popcorn for the whole team after news of the seizure was announced.

The Pyramid ale bottles were promptly seized by FDIC officials when the staffer tried to re-enter WaMu headquarters. That night, the employees listened as Jamie Dimon, chief executive of JPMorgan Chase, formally announced the transaction.

They no longer worked for WaMu.

Source: http://www.portfolio.com/industry-news/banking-finance/2009/09/25/washington-mutual-downfall-anniversary/ 

 

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Krishna Gone Missing

Wednesday, 16 September 2009 08:22 by santosh

A Nepalese woman’s 53 hours lost on the streets of Queens.


Krishna, on Queens Boulevard.  
(Photo: Jeff Riedel)

 The park should have been right there. A long set of stairs, leading through a children’s playground to a track where Krishna Gurung was planning to jog. She was running every day now, trying to lose the twenty pounds she had gained since coming to New York from Nepal. She looked around in frustration. It was seven o’clock on a Friday morning and raining again, as it had been for what seemed like weeks. Who knew the U.S. had a rainy season? No matter—she would jog with an umbrella.

 The 53-year-old Krishna had come here, to Woodside, Queens, to visit her daughter Anu, whom she hadn’t seen since Anu moved to the States twelve years ago. Krishna had been here for a couple of months now, and Anu and her husband, Shyam, had taken her on family outings around Manhattan and down to Washington, D.C. Krishna’s native Pokhara is a city of 200,000, but New York was a different story. Krishna spoke no English; her tongue refused to form those mushy R’s and meowing vowels. Even the street and building numbers had to be translated for her. The Nepali language has its own way of writing numbers, insidiously close to ours but not identical. The numeral 1 looks like 9, 4 like 8, 5 like 4. To help keep Krishna safe, Anu and Shyam had defined a kind of comfort zone for her. Roosevelt Avenue, shaded by the elevated track of the 7 train, formed its southern boundary, and Broadway the northern one. The house, on 62nd Street, represented the area’s westernmost point; the intersection of Roosevelt Avenue and Broadway (the two streets merge) its eastern one. The area spans less than twenty blocks, and as long as the 7-train tracks were in sight, Krishna could find her way home by following them. Anu had also outfitted her mother with an emergency kit: a cell phone with the home number preprogrammed, some cash, and a laminated card with Anu’s home address in English on top.

 The park with the jogging track sits on a green hill on Woodside Avenue at 54th Street, a fifteen-minute walk from Anu and Shyam’s house. There is basically one turn required to get there—a right on Roosevelt. But something—the early hour, the rain—disoriented Krishna. She followed 62nd Street toward Roosevelt Avenue, as intended, and that’s where she made her mistake. Instead of turning right, toward the park, she turned left. Believing she couldn’t get lost if she kept the train tracks in sight, Krishna marched on. When she arrived at the corner where Roosevelt meets Broadway, she recognized it as the eastern tip of the safety zone. If she turned left there, she could be home in ten minutes. But left was now right, and Krishna turned in the wrong direction, spinning out of the neighborhood.

 She was confused now. The avenue looked familiar, but only in the sense that it looked like every other avenue. The city was like a mountain range, cartoon-simple from a distance, indecipherably complex up close. After a bit of wandering, Krishna passed a Hindu temple, Satya Narayan Mandir on Woodside Avenue, where Anu had once taken her. Krishna was Buddhist, despite her name, but spoke Hindi well. There were people inside the temple who could have helped her, yet the sight of it only strengthened Krishna’s feeling that she was close to home and didn’t need help. She looked around, saw a distant bridge that resembled the elevated 7-train tracks, and set off for it.

 What Krishna thought was the train trestle was actually the BQE overpass. She crossed under it and walked alongside Queens Boulevard. She marveled at the garish colors of Pop Diner and was briefly startled by a lifelike, if green, deer statue in front of the nearby Queens Borough Elks Lodge. But all these new sights didn’t quite add up, and Krishna didn’t know what to do. She had left the house wearing American jogging clothes—later to be described on a missing flyer as a burgundy top, black velvet track pants, and white sneakers with blue and yellow stripes. She was also wearing a $1,000 gold chain around her neck, $4,000 worth of gold bracelets on her right arm, and a pair of bulky gold earrings (Nepalese women tend to wear their wealth). What she didn’t bother to bring was the preprogrammed cell phone or address card Anu had given her. Or cash, a credit card, or any I.D. It was past 8 a.m. now, and Krishna was gradually coming to terms with an undeniable set of facts. She was thousands of miles from home, unable to communicate with anyone, alone, without money, and hopelessly, utterly lost.

 


 

Krishna is a Gurkha, a member of a Nepalese people famed for its tireless trackers and fearless soldiers. The British had used Gurkha battalions since 1817, and still do. Even in the modern U.K., their regimental heraldry includes a fully functional kukri knife. She wasn’t scared, not yet anyway, so much as determined. She was faced with a task and set out to accomplish it: I’m going to find home.

 She wandered the stretch of Queens Boulevard for a time, poking around side streets with alien names like Jacobus and Ireland. Krishna still believed Anu’s home was just around the corner. In reality, she was now in Elmhurst and heading toward LeFrak City.

 Krishna knew the word home. She also knew help—Anu had taught it to her as part of her emergency-training boot camp. Somehow, from the depths of memory, a third word appeared: mistake. Perhaps these words could be fashioned into something useful. “Help, mistake, home.” No, even better: “Help, home, mistake.” This could work. She approached a friendly looking man with it, but he recoiled. Am I saying it right? “Help, home, mistake.” She tried it again, on a woman with a small child, but got the same reaction, plus a few unintelligible words over the shoulder as the woman speed-walked away, pushing her stroller. This was hopeless. Even if someone understood her, she wouldn’t be able to understand the response.

 At about 10 a.m., Krishna saw two girls in tracksuits and sneakers, walking purposefully in front of her down Queens Boulevard. She concluded they were going jogging in the same park she had been headed for. The scale of the city was still incomprehensible to her—she didn’t even ponder the idea that there could be other parks. So she followed the girls around the corner and down Grand Avenue, for a dozen blocks. When Krishna began to lose faith in the effort, a promising thatch of greenery appeared in front of her, and she hurried toward it. But it wasn’t a park. It was a Catholic cemetery. Shocked by the size of it, Krishna missed the moment when her accidental tour guides abruptly disappeared. Steeped in the supernatural lore in Nepal, she assumed the two girls were apparitions. Cemetery ghosts. She kept walking.

 Soon it was past noon. Her feet were beginning to hurt. Hunger made itself known. Having wandered for five hours, she was now nearly five miles away from home and more uncertain than ever of how to find her way back there.

 

Back in Woodside, Anu, who works as an au pair, had awakened around 8 a.m. By 9, she knew something was off—her mother should have been back from her jog. Another hour later, Anu called Shyam, who was at work in New Jersey. He took the rest of the day off and returned to Queens.

 Anu’s first thought was a robbery gone wrong. After all, Krishna was wearing all that jewelry. Anu had never been mugged herself but was convinced, from films, TV, and press, that this sort of thing happens all over the place and to everybody. “In New York,” she says, “you see this story every time you read the newspaper.” Shyam assumed the voice-of-calm role, but Anu was still worried. Even if there wasn’t a robbery, so what? Her mother, the mother she had brought all the way here, the mother who had, upon her arrival, essentially become a child—naïve, vulnerable, dependent on her—was gone.

 The Gurungs, like many Gurkhas, prefer to exhaust all other options before involving the police, but by 6:30 p.m. the couple had become concerned enough to call 911. Almost an hour later, when no one had showed up at the house, they went to the police themselves. The Gurungs’ house, it turns out, stands near the border of three precincts, and an hour or so was wasted on jurisdictional back-and-forth. When the family finally got to the right precinct, they were told the officers were waiting for them at the house. To Anu’s shock, the police began by conducting a full-blown search, looking under the bed and into the closets while a detective started by asking if she and her mother had had an argument recently. At 9 p.m., the police filed a missing persons report. They told Anu that they would begin calling hospitals and checking for a Nepalese Jane Doe matching Krishna’s description. They suggested the family do the same.

 The Gurungs brought with them from Nepal a deep belief in astrology and fortune-telling. On Friday night, a friend of Anu’s went to a local fortune-teller, who told her Krishna was “under water.” Anu began to cry. Shyam tried to convince her that “under water” might mean “in the rain”—it was, after all, still raining. But he, too, began to imagine the worst.

 


One of the 500 MISSING flyers Anu made for Krishna.  
(Photo: Hannah Whitaker/New York Magazine)

 Krishna, meanwhile, had spent most of the afternoon gradually wending her way south. At one point she wound up in Brooklyn. She then picked up on the same cue that had already betrayed her—the elevated train tracks. Although Krishna didn’t know it, she was now following the J line back toward Queens. She still assumed that walking under the trestle would eventually get her home.

 As darkness fell, around 8 p.m., Krishna found herself in East New York. She walked into the enormous bus depot at the intersection of Jamaica Avenue and Broadway and roamed among empty buses until someone shooed her away. Several more times she tried to approach people with “Help, home, mistake.” It didn’t do any good.

 Later, she wandered up a ramp and onto the Jackie Robinson Parkway. Cars whizzed by, dangerously fast. After another bit of walking, she came across a second cemetery. This one was bigger than her native village. It seemed bigger than Kathmandu, the capital. Its size, stretching toward the horizon, made the mind ache: a city of the dead nestled inside a city of the unresponsive living. She spent hours wandering in the dark, and all she saw were graves.

 Anu didn’t sleep that night. By the morning, she was convinced Krishna was dead. It was all her fault—dragging her mother to America, tossing her into this vast concrete maze. Shyam kept telling Anu that her mother would come home any minute now, but after 24 hours, that was getting harder for anyone to believe.

 A burst of hope came directly from Nepal. Krishna’s husband, Maita, spooked by, but mistrustful of, the American psychic’s prediction, went to a different astrologer in Pokhara. That one saw Krishna “in a park near the water.” This was vastly preferable to the “under water” vision. Maita called Anu and relayed the vision. The family went searching the East River waterfront.

 Krishna told them what she had seen— the city of the dead, the green deer, the ghosts in tracksuits.

 

Midway through the night, Krishna had found her way out of the cemetery. Led by the light of a distant McDonald’s billboard, she walked along the cemetery border, past darkened gas stations and body shops, until she came upon a 24-hour coffee shop. The shop was deserted except for a single middle-aged waitress whiling away the graveyard shift behind the counter. Krishna opened the door, triggering the chime, and sat down in the booth closest to the door. The waitress offered her a sandwich and a glass of water, but Krishna was too proud to accept food from a stranger. Couldn’t they tell from the gold? She was no beggar. She had a perfectly lovely home; she just couldn’t find it at the moment. After a moment of silent negotiation with herself, Krishna took the water.

 She felt her head grow heavy and dozed off, waking to a rude shove a couple of hours later. The waitress’s shift was over. The man who had come to relieve her yelled at her, probably for letting a vagrant in, and kicked out Krishna. Krishna slept a little more on a cemetery bench, woke with the sunrise, and decided to retrace her steps, orienting herself by the light from the east to walk north, the direction she believed would lead her home. A friend of the Gurungs’ would later report a sighting of her in Ridgewood. He saw her from afar and didn’t realize she was lost.

 By Saturday afternoon, Krishna had gotten herself back on Queens Boulevard. She looked for the green deer, but couldn’t find it, and hatched a new plan. Off in the distance, about four miles away, the Citigroup tower loomed, the tallest building in the borough. Krishna decided that the tower marked the city’s center or main square. So she marched to Long Island City, narrowly bypassing Woodside on the way. She’d been gone now for almost a day and a half.

 Just a few blocks north, the clan was pulling together to find one of its own. The call was put out to the Gurungs all over the United States. Uncles, aunts, and cousins were streaming in from Boston, Baltimore, Virginia, and South Carolina. The house on 62nd Street became a center of almost martial operations. Small teams trawled Woodside, Maspeth, LeFrak City, Hunters Point, Astoria (where a subset of the Nepalese community resides). Point persons were assigned—Anu, Shyam, Anu’s sister Babita and Shyam’s friend Pravakar. A rotating team of volunteers stayed at Anu and Shyam’s home, in case Krishna unexpectedly called or came back. Anu went to the corner store and used the copy machine to print out 500 missing-person flyers in English and Nepali. Each showed a photo of Krishna taken on the family trip to Washington, D.C., looking characteristically stoic, with the Capitol in the background.

 In Long Island City, Krishna was crushed to find out that the skyscraper she had been marching toward wasn’t the city’s focal point. A larger, impossibly larger city opened up behind it, across the river—with dozens, hundreds of skyscrapers filling the western horizon. Exhausted, she made her way to the river and began studying the waterfront. Later, Krishna couldn’t even explain why she thought going over to Manhattan was a good idea that afternoon. She was grasping for anything even remotely familiar; Shyam and Anu had taken her to Manhattan over the Queensboro Bridge, so she had a vague notion that they would look for her along the same route.

 She soon found a grime-covered bridge and crossed it, but the city on the other side was a bit weird. It was small, for one thing, and seemed to have only one street. One of the most notable structures was a huge parking garage. Krishna dutifully walked around the garage and, having wasted an hour or so, decided to return to Queens. She made her way back over the bridge, leaving behind what she had initially taken for Manhattan but what was, in fact, Roosevelt Island. The darkening sky portended another wet night on the streets. Exhausted, she began looking for a place to sleep.

 This is when the hallucinations came. Krishna began to hear the voices of her daughters, Anu and Babita. They were speaking from two different directions, Anu into Krishna’s left ear and Anu’s sister, Babita, into the right one—they were talking over each other. Mostly, they just repeated the word mom: “Ama.”

 With the daughterly din in her head, Krishna moved ahead. She found a fountain in a small waterfront park and drank. She found a public restroom in another park and cleaned herself up (accidentally walking into the men’s room first). She came upon Astoria Park, where Anu had taken her before, and once again felt a trace of hope that she could regain her compass. The voices kept going. Ama. Ama. Later, she’d say she heard Shyam’s voice too, paired with that of Anu’s, but she would just say that to be nice to her son-in-law.

 In the gathering darkness, Krishna left the waterfront and turned east, toward Ditmars-Steinway. Had the sun not set, she might have seen the flag of Nepal hung in the front yard of one house she passed: another missed shortcut home. Instead, she wound up at a power plant that sits on the northernmost tip of Astoria. It looked like the end of the world, a vast landscape of asphalt and silent machinery. Krishna settled on a concrete bench just outside the fence. She pulled a piece of cardboard she’d found under her and fell asleep sitting up, legs crossed, head bowed, her daughters’ calls growing quieter in her ears until they wafted away.

 Forty-eight hours had passed since Krishna had disappeared. At midnight on Sunday, Anu was on her 40th sleepless hour. Shyam was beginning to worry for his wife’s health. He didn’t know it was possible to cry nonstop for almost two days, that a human body had such a pool of tears to dispense. On Sunday morning in Pokhara, Maita went to a different astrologer for a second session, taking along Krishna’s picture for a more accurate reading. The astrologer studied the photo, concurred that Krishna was “in the park,” and added that she was closer than the Gurungs thought. The search party continued combing Queens.

 The birds awakened her. A flock had perched on a small tree next to the concrete bench, chirping like mad. It was 5:30 on Sunday morning, and the rain had passed. The cardboard under Krishna was wet and spongy. Her feet were swollen, and her sneakers cut into her feet.

 She got up and continued walking for six more hours. She saw a man hose down a car in his front yard and asked him for some water from the hose. She saw a guard’s booth at the entrance to a parking lot that said notice in blue and white, an inscription that looked to her like police; she accosted the man inside, mistaking him for an officer. When he didn’t respond, it only fortified Krishna’s newfound belief in the callousness of New Yorkers.

 She was now on the verge of losing consciousness. Even the hallucinations had taken leave of her. She just walked, putting all her concentration into the very process of moving forward while staying upright. The direction no longer mattered—it was all the same everywhere. She would never find home, never see Anu or Babita. She walked some more.

 “Are you okay?”

Did she just miraculously learn English? Is that what happens to people at the last flicker of sanity—total understanding? No, it wasn’t English. Or Nepali either. It was the other language she knew but didn’t think useful here—Hindi. The speaker was a taxi driver. He had pulled up behind her, stopped the car and was now hanging out of the window, concerned. Krishna doesn’t remember what he looked like. She does remember thinking, without a shadow of doubt, that he was a god. She told him so.

 “No, no, ma’am,” said the driver. “I am a man. Do you know where you live?”

 “Woodside” came to her. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. “Woodside,” she said, “Woodside. Woodside. Woodside.”

 The cabbie knew what she meant—the Nepalese neighborhood. It was easy to find. Every other house had a flag in front of it. He would have taken her directly to Anu’s home, but as soon as she saw some familiar landmarks—a Chinese fruit vendor and a Sports Authority sign—she asked the driver to stop the car and let her out. Then she walked the remaining few blocks home.

 Anu’s friend Aarati, manning the home front, heard someone open the door. A second later, she was frantically mashing buttons on her cell phone. It was noon on Sunday, 53 hours since Krishna’s first wrong turn. Anu, Shyam, and Aarati’s mother were methodically combing a local park one more time, on the astrologer’s advice. When Aarati’s call came, they ran to Shyam’s Nissan and sped home. Anu cried in the park, and she cried in the car, and she cried when she saw her mother for the first time in almost three days. Then she cried for a few hours more.

 When she woke up the next day in her own bed, Krishna told the family what she had seen. She told them about the city of the dead, the green deer, the ghosts in tracksuits.

 Krishna soon confided in her daughter that she’d like to go back to Nepal, and left for Pokhara six weeks later—well before her visa ran out. Against all odds, she had developed a mild but persistent claustrophobia. She spent most of her remaining New York nights sleepless, and would often slip outside in the dark. She’d drape a blanket over the top step of the porch and sit there, looking at the night sky and a Buddhist flag flapping on the lawn pole, her head thrumming with the maddening knowledge of the enormity that hid just beyond the corner.

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The Deal of the Century

Tuesday, 15 September 2009 07:18 by santosh

As our financial system entered free fall last September and the people who ran Wall Street struggled to avert a complete economic collapse, an epic battle for power and, above all, cash was being waged between Barclays and JPMorgan Chase. The inside story of how Bob Diamond walked away with everything he wanted.

By: Tom Junod

In September 2008, as the world of finance collapsed, Bob Diamond triumphed. The inside story of how Barclays stole Lehman Brothers, and dealt with a $7 billion problem with JP Morgan in the process.

 

On September 23, 2008, Gerard LaRocca, a senior executive at Barclays Capital, the investment bank, got an emergency phone call from one of his employees in the bank's operations department. The employee was looking at Barclays' bank statement from its account with JPMorgan. There had been $7 billion in the account, and the employee had been authorized to move the cash from JPMorgan to the Bank of New York, which was Barclays' regular, or custodial, bank.

But now the money was gone.

Of course, there were a lot of ways you could lose money last September in the weeks following the bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers. Banks had stopped lending money, first to one another and then to everyone else. The stock market crashed, and trillions of dollars were evaporating from the economy. Lehman Brothers employees who had equity with the firm were left with nothing. But Barclays hadn't lost money in its dealings with Lehman Brothers. It was in the process of buying Lehman Brothers, the profitable portions of it anyway, in a deal that one of its traders likened to "hitting the lottery." It had done what it had set out to do when its executives had surveyed the once-in-a-lifetime wreckage of the American financial system in search of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the $7 billion was part of its spoils. It was more than money to Barclays; it was money that Barclays had won after struggle — won from battle with the dominant player in banking, JPMorgan Chase — and so the $7 billion's very existence was proof that Barclays had what it took to compete for preeminence in America and therefore around the globe. The $7 billion also happened to be in cash at a time when Barclays, along with just about every other bank in the world, needed it desperately.

The only problem with the $7 billion was that it was no longer there in the account managed by JPMorgan. It was lost. No, not lost — Barclays hadn't lost the $7 billion the way other banks were losing their billions, the result of bad bets, insane risks, overleveraging that expressed a feeling of institutional immunity when in fact it was an indication of systemic disease.

No, it was simpler than that, and also infinitely more complicated, given the sheer size of the sum.

The $7 billion had been taken.

I was waiting in front of a restaurant in Hell's Kitchen, on the West Side of Manhattan, when a hired car, gleaming and black but fairly modest as these things go — a Lexus — pulled up to the curb. One of the back doors opened and out stepped Bob Diamond, the CEO of Barclays Capital, who, upon seeing me, thrust both of his arms up in the air, fists closed, in a sudden and awkward expression of triumph.

I had met Diamond twice before, in his office, and he had been wary and constrained, to the point of seeming genially coiled. He is a trim and compact fifty-eight-year-old man who identifies himself as a Bostonian, as an Irish-Catholic, as a former teacher, and as a banker, and though he means to be approachable, he can come off as severe as, well, an Irish-Catholic teacher-turned-banker from Boston. There is, indeed, something almost priestly about him — the sense that he's using his ebullience to get you to mass. He has a long pink face and a long pink nose upon which he perches his rimless glasses. Under his gray eyes he shows fatigue with colorless dents instead of dark circles. He has a full head of coarse hair the color of a railroad spike, just now starting to turn gray at the temples. His body language is sprawling, aggressively relaxed, until it isn't — until, say, he's asked a question that puts him on the alert — and he contracts and snaps to. His modesty can appear pained and his informality studied. He has a habit of taking off his suit jacket and slinging it over his shoulder before sitting on the edge of one of the trading desks — a habit that his traders describe as his move, as in, "he has this thing he does with his jacket, when he wants to talk to us, it's his move..." See, everybody has a move, and that's what I was expecting when Bob Diamond got out of the black Lexus: a move, from a man in dogged control of himself. Instead, he pumped his fists to the sky, and he looked endearingly goofy and boyish — a conqueror somehow made innocent by the act of celebration.

Of course, Bob Diamond has plenty to celebrate, starting with his conquest. He is the man from an English bank who bought an iconic American one, after Lehman Brothers defaulted last September 15 on $613 billion of obligations and became the biggest bankruptcy in American history. He is the man who stayed calm in a time of chaos, who stayed ambitious when dreams were dying, who thought big when others thought only of survival, who viewed America as the prize when most of the globe was recoiling from its contagion, who contended with forces vastly stronger than himself and emerged vastly strengthened, who made a $45 billion bet and got everything he wanted, saving thousands of American jobs in the process. He won when everyone else was losing, or, to put it more bluntly, he's a winner in a historical moment defined by losers, and his only problem is that he is a banker who lives in a time when bankers are mistrusted, especially the happy ones.

Diamond is aware of this. The first time I met him, I asked him what his answer would be if someone sitting next to him on an airplane asked him what he did for a living. "I'm a banker," he said, before adding, "which used to be kind of cool." Was being a banker ever cool? Maybe not, but it was a profession that certainly conferred exactly what Diamond is at pains to embody — the status of the solid citizen, the kind of old-fashioned eminence that's rooted in community and a recognizable set of values. But that was before the expansion of the financial markets and the incessant movement of global capital redefined our notion of what a banker is, what a banker does, and what we might assume about his values. It is still possible to sit next to Bob Diamond on an airplane, because he is one of the few global financiers who will fly commercial. But Bob Diamond is one of the highest-paid bankers in the world, earning $42 million in 2007 before forgoing his bonuses in 2008. He became a British citizen, in addition to being a solid American one, and is such a regular at Davos that his decision to skip the financial summit this year was seen as an indicator of an era's end. He is no more still "a banker" than he's still "a Bostonian"; rather he is a member of the tiny global caste created in the last forty years or so by capitalism's elastic effect on the money supply and its acid one on national sovereignty. This is not to say that he's a bad guy, or that he's being disingenuous when he shows up to a photo shoot in the sackcloth of a plain navy-blue suit because he understands that his preferred pinstripes might make him a target. No, he's supposed to be a good guy, as good as a guy spearheading the consolidation of the world's banks is likely to get. Hell, in the events that begin with the death of Lehman Brothers and end with Barclays' purchase of its lucrative carcass, he was the underdog, though probably the richest and most resourceful underdog in the history of the world. And so this story — which is the story of Bob Diamond and Barclays and how capitalists behave when capitalism is under siege — provides a test case.

Last year we despised and distrusted and derided the bankers who failed. This year we're in the process of doing the same with the ones who succeed. But public opinion, like banking itself, is a zero-sum game, and one of these days we're going to have to decide whom we can live with: the banker hauled before Congress to shamefacedly account for his staggering losses, or the banker who travels the world with his fists in the air.

 

On September 12, 2008, the three masters of the United States economy — Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson, SEC Chairman Christopher Cox, and New York Fed President Timothy Geithner — called the half dozen masters of the universe to a weekend meeting at the downtown offices of the New York Fed. The meeting was, to say the least, not open to the public or to journalists; indeed, it was nothing short of cabalistic. The men who were called to the meeting were the CEOs and senior executives of Wall Street banks like JPMorgan Chase, Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, and Citigroup. These were men invested with the consciousness that they knew how the world worked, and also that they ran it. On this day, though, their confidence, in themselves and in one another, was shaken; the week before, there had been a run on the 160-year-old investment bank Lehman Brothers, and they had come to the terrifying understanding that they were responsible not just for their own losses, but for one another's. They had established an empire of shared power by extending an empire of shared risk, and now they were realizing that the risk they'd passed off to others was in the process of coming home. And so the meeting's local focus was really a global one: They were being asked what they were willing to do to save Lehman Brothers. But they were really being asked what they were willing to do to save capitalism and themselves.

There were two CEOs at the meeting who had more at stake than anyone else. One was fifty-three-year-old Jamie Dimon of JPMorgan Chase, arguably the most powerful banker in the world. He was the private hand on the U. S. financial system, as Paulson and Cox were the public ones; and although his hand had for the most part a steadying effect, it was also very close to the till. What was at stake for Dimon in the Lehman crisis was, quite simply, cash: JPMorgan was Lehman's bank. It cleared Lehman's trades, which meant that the exchange of cash and securities arranged by Lehman's traders actually took place at JPMorgan. If Lehman failed, JPMorgan was, in Wall Street parlance, "exposed" — it would be stuck with the securities and the losses. During the previous week, Morgan had been advancing Lehman Brothers more than $100 billion a day in collateralized lending so that Lehman had the liquidity to cover its debts and stay in business, but the night before — September 11 — it had frozen $17 billion of cash and securities in Lehman's account and had, in the view of Lehman's executives, effectively finished it off. The execution came in the form of phone calls to a few key executives, and Dimon had earned their undying enmity by being on those calls but saying nothing.

The other executive with a lot at stake was, of course, Bob Diamond, and what he had at stake was his own ambition: He was looking to buy Lehman Brothers and thereby become a Wall Street player, a man who men like Jamie Dimon couldn't afford to ignore. And, indeed, on the morning of Sunday, September 14, the assembled masters agreed to admit Diamond into their company — agreed, that is, to let Bob Diamond save the global financial system by buying Lehman Brothers.

It didn't work.

The deal did not go through, the trade was not closed, and the bankruptcy filing of Lehman Brothers Holdings triggered a stock-market crash, a global bank run, and the destruction of trillions of dollars of capital. The meeting of minds and money that had been called to save capitalism didn't, and so people started writing capitalism's epitaph, or least epitaphs for capitalism in its most unfettered form. They even wrote about the meeting itself and how it proved that even the power of men like Dimon and Diamond has its limits.

What was not written about, however — what has never been written about because nobody knew about it — was a meeting that was held just a week later, in the offices of Weil Gotshal, the law firm providing Lehman its bankruptcy counsel. It was not so grand a meeting as the meeting held at the New York Fed, but it had as much to say about capitalism and how it was being reconstituted. Indeed, it was either the last meeting of capitalism's expansion or the first meeting of its contraction, for it pitted JPMorgan against Barclays in a kind of cage-match fight as the rest of the world was collapsing. In the seven days between those meetings, between the meeting at which Barclays failed to buy Lehman and the meeting at which its takeover of Lehman was completed, it became apparent that the two banks' primary concerns were less the survival of capitalism than who walked away with a big pile of cash.

 

In April 2008, Bob Diamond had received a phone call from one of the undersecretaries of the U. S. Treasury. His name was Bob Steel, and he was one of Diamond's friends. He'd worked for Henry Paulson at Goldman Sachs and now worked for him at Treasury, but in between he had served on Barclays' board. He had stayed in touch with Diamond through the market turmoil of the subprime-mortgage crisis as it unfolded early that year. Diamond says, "He made it very clear he had no official capacity to ask these questions, but he had two questions to ask me: Is there a price at which you'd take Lehman, and if so, what would you need for us to do?"

Now, you have to understand: Barclays is an old British name and an old British bank. It's been in business for 320 years. But Barclays Capital is a new investment bank. It's been in business twelve years, and Diamond has been running it from the start. When Barclays first hired him to run a new investment-banking business, 80 percent of its revenues were from its retail and commercial-banking business in the UK, which is to say the business side of a bank you see at an ATM machine or a branch office. He created Barclays Capital out of a threadbare remnant of corporate acquisition and amalgamation called BZW, and then after BarCap promptly lost hundreds of millions of pounds in the Russian debt crisis of 1998, he had to go before the Barclays board and ask if they wanted to stay in the business of investment banking at all. They did and wound up strengthening his hand. Since then, he has made a practice of building BarCap "organically" during times of stability and "strategically" during times of crisis, and by April 2008 he had succeeded in making Barclays the fastest-growing investment bank in the world, if not one of the biggest. Diamond lived in London and became not just a British banker but also a British citizen, rooting for Chelsea with the same privileged fervor he displayed for the Red Sox, Patriots, and Celtics. But he was still an American, and he still dreamed of America.

The subprime crisis that had begun in the summer of '07 gave him his chance to crack the American market. When he started Barclays Capital, he did so with the intention of competing with "American bulge-bracket firms," by which he meant the six or seven traditional American investment banks that had dominated global markets for the last thirty years — Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley, Merrill Lynch, and, yes, Lehman Brothers. By his own standard, he had failed — "for all our success we were still a second-tier firm in the U. S." — but he was convinced that he had failed because, while standing for free markets, the big U. S. investment banks were in fact "an oligopoly" that discouraged competition. He felt that crisis would deliver him opportunity, and when the subprime crisis fell at his own front door, he did two things: first, report his billions of losses to the board, and second, ask the board for money to begin building his business in America.

"It is only in times like these that organizations can improve their relative positions," he says. Still, he figured that he would start by luring the most talented traders from banks most shaken by the crisis. He never thought he'd be able to buy a bank outright — until JPMorgan bought Bear Stearns for some small percentage of its book value the week before Easter 2008, and then a few weeks later, Bob Steel called and asked him to name his price for Lehman Brothers. Barclays buying Lehman Brothers? It was as if Schweppes were being asked how much it was willing to pay for Pepsi-Cola.

And yet Diamond was not so sure he wanted the deal at all. There was overlap between the two banks in Europe, and there was "absolutely no track record of success" when one investment bank bought another — especially when a foreign investment bank bought an American one. Besides, he had done so much right at Barclays, when Lehman had done so much wrong. How could an investment banker famous for instituting a "no-asshole" rule at Barclays buy an investment bank whose all-asshole rule was just as strictly enforced?

"Our first impulse was no," he says. But when he started looking at the business Lehman Brothers had in the United States, he went back to the board and reminded them what Bob Steel had asked. "I said, 'Let's remember the question. The question was, What price? So let's say the price is a dollar. Are you going to tell me that this wouldn't be transformational?' "

At the time, his question was hypothetical. He didn't really expect that Lehman Brothers would be available for a dollar. He also didn't know — "I know now," he says — that Lehman's CEO, Dick Fuld, was already having conversations with Henry Paulson, and Paulson was telling him, in Diamond's paraphrase: Get a deal done — we're not going to bail you out.

 

On Thursday, September 11, 2008, a week that began with Henry Paulson's announcement that he was putting Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac into federal receivership, Paulson called Diamond to ask, officially, if he was interested in buying Lehman Brothers, which was enduring what one of its former executives called a "good old-fashioned bank run," couldn't get financing for its suspect assets, and had lost 70 percent of its value since the opening of trading that Monday. Diamond, who was in London for an investors' conference, took the call with his boss, John Varley, and with his two closest confidantes, BarCap COO Rich Ricci and BarCap president Jerry del Missier. Ricci and del Missier had both been with Diamond from BarCap's inauspicious beginnings. They asked Paulson if there was an American company also bidding on Lehman, because they were concerned about being used as a foreign stalking horse. Paulson said he couldn't promise exclusivity but told them to "come here and do your work." Diamond, Ricci, and del Missier took the last flights out of Heathrow for New York. They flew commercial.

On Friday, September 12, Diamond went to the Barclays building on Park Avenue, where he was picked up by Dick Fuld's chauffeur in Fuld's car. He was taken to the underground parking garage and then took the freight elevator to Lehman's executive floor — the thirty-first, known as "Club 31" for its extravagances — and met the beleaguered Fuld in his office. He found out that there was indeed another bank in the bidding for Lehman Brothers, Bank of America. With Ricci and del Missier, he then went to the offices of Lehman's bankruptcy attorneys, and even as Timothy Geithner was calling the richest financiers on the planet to the New York Fed's headquarters and challenging them to come up with a solution to Lehman's problems over the weekend, they waited till almost eleven o'clock before they engaged with Lehman executives. As they waited, they had a chance to look at Lehman's books and were amazed by what del Missier calls the "size and concentration of its positions" in commercial real estate and private-equity lending. Simply put, Lehman had taken an ownership piece in virtually every deal it had ever done, until it had a portfolio of $50 billion that was the most radioactive portfolio on Wall Street. And, as Ricci says, "We decide we don't want it." What they wanted was "to take Lehman at a price, without those assets." It was the principle that would hold them in good stead in the week to come: Get the good stuff. Don't worry too much about who gets the bad.

On Saturday, September 13, Diamond and the Barclays team went to the meeting at the Fed. The mission was clear: Save Lehman Brothers, hence Wall Street, hence the world, all in "business casual." Since he was making a bid, Diamond was off in one room; since he was also making a bid, Ken Lewis of Bank of America was off in another. The rest — Jamie Dimon, Lloyd Blankfein of Goldman Sachs, Vikram Pandit of Citigroup, et al. — were all discussing whether they wanted to pay to liquidate Lehman's radioactive portfolio, its $50 billion pile of crap. They decided they did. They decided they would. Barclays and Bank of America both bid for Lehman. Bank of America wound up asking for guarantees that Henry Paulson couldn't fulfill, since Paulson made it very clear he didn't want to do anything that smacked of a Lehman Brothers bailout. Ken Lewis went on to bid for Merrill Lynch, and Bob Diamond stood alone with his bid for Lehman Brothers. At the end of the day, the bid was accepted. A deal had been made. Barclays was buying Lehman Brothers. The world was saved.

On Sunday morning, all that remained was for the deal to be sent to the British regulatory body, the Financial Services Authority, for its approval. But there was a problem: A purchase of such magnitude required a shareholder vote. For that requirement to be waived, the FSA had to provide a waiver. The FSA declined. The deal was dead. Instead of being saved, Lehman Brothers was told to file for bankruptcy by Christopher Cox, the chairman of the SEC. The meeting that was designed to save Lehman Brothers ended with Merrill Lynch saved — purchased by Bank of America — and Lehman Brothers in Chapter 11.

There is still some suspicion, given what was to come, that Diamond never really wanted to buy a solvent Lehman Brothers — that he wanted to buy the bankrupt entity, and orchestrated a piece of subterfuge with the FSA. There is, however, not a Barclays executive who does not voice regret over the death of the deal that was on the table at the New York Fed, and Rich Ricci says that he and Diamond were "absolutely gutted." They went from the Fed to the bar at Smith & Wollensky, a macho New York steakhouse, where, Ricci says, "there was drinking involved." There, Diamond got a call on his cell phone. It was Bart McDade, Lehman's president. He told Diamond that Lehman Brothers Holdings, the bank, was going to file for bankruptcy. But Lehman Brothers North America, the broker-dealer, was still in business, and it was for sale. He wanted to know whether Diamond was still interested.

"I came back to work," Ricci says. "I came back over here [to 745 Seventh Avenue, Lehman Brothers' headquarters] at about four o'clock in the morning. Very little sleep. I started working with Bart on how this would work. And of course all hell broke loose Monday morning. The world sort of collapsed. And it was very odd here, very odd."

The crisis they had tried to avert was upon them, and upon the whole financial system. The Dow dropped 504 points that day, the bank-to-bank lending rate doubled, and the run that eradicated Lehman Brothers began to spread even to banks like Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs. The next day, one of the principal money-market funds wrote off its Lehman holdings as worthless, and the value of money-market shares dropped below a dollar for just the second time in history. At the end of the day, Henry Paulson announced the Treasury's $85 billion bailout of AIG.

Even amidst the chaos on those two days, Diamond and Ricci and McDade, together with teams of lawyers, bankers, analysts, and "deal guys," camped out on the thirty-first and thirty-second floors of the Lehman building. They were served food from the dining room on thirty-two; they didn't sleep. They knew, in the words of Skip McGee, who headed investment banking for Lehman and now for Barclays, that the value of Lehman Brothers was "melting like ice on a summer day. If we didn't do the deal when we did, there was no deal to be done."

At around noon on that Tuesday, Diamond left the building. He showered and grabbed a change of clothes. He called London and spoke to his boss and his board. Around three o'clock in the afternoon, he showed up with Bart McDade on one of Lehman's trading floors — the fourth. He was not wearing his jacket. He told the traders, over the intercom, that they had been bought, that they would continue to get paid, and that he would try to save the bulk of their jobs. Then, as if to remind the gathered traders that Diamond was their conqueror as well as their savior, the intercom played "God Save the Queen." This was the first public announcement that Barclays had purchased Lehman Brothers, and it was repeated on all seven trading floors and then in the auditorium. He got standing ovations and tears. The world had ended — was still ending — but Lehman, the cause of it all, had not. Diamond had done exactly what he set out to do, buying Lehman Brothers "at a price."

No, the price wasn't a dollar, but it was pretty close: He got Lehman's U. S. operations and its headquarters building for $1.75 billion, including the assumption of some liabilities and a $250 million fee. And Diamond was pretty damned proud of it — pretty damned proud of getting his price. I asked him once if, seen in retrospect, the Lehman Brothers acquisition was a "no-brainer," and this was his response: "If it was such a no-brainer, why did no one else bid for it? We're buying the U. S. broker-dealer of Lehman Brothers for $1.75 billion, which is roughly the price of this building, which we needed anyway. No one else bid. Where was Deutsche? Where was Credit Suisse? Where was Goldman Sachs? Where was Morgan Stanley? Where was HSBC? This is a U. S. bulge-bracket firm, operating at the very top level, and you're getting only the crown jewels."

And then, on Wednesday afternoon, Diamond heard from the Fed. There was yet another price to be paid.

Bob Diamond was in for the fight of his life.

 

There was something people said about Bob Diamond pretty much universally. Current executives, former executives, traders, and friends. Bob Diamond? Good guy, great with people. Charismatic. Has built a culture of decency at Barclays from the top down. Doesn't like to hear bad news, though. Will sometimes stand up and leave a meeting if the news is bad. Or will stop somebody midsentence — "Why are you telling me this?" So if you talk to Bob, you better tell him good news. Because Bob Diamond is a good-news guy.

It seemed like something to mention in an interview — the kind of softball question that gets someone to talk about himself. So I did. And I watched Bob Diamond's face change as if I'd ambushed him with secret documents. His hands, which had been poised in his pinstriped lap, closed into fists. He got up and went to his computer, then sat down again with his arms crossed. He had his glasses on, and he peered at me over the lenses. By force a smile flickered on his face, then went away.

"Who wants to hear bad news?" he said.

A lot of people think government action saved capitalism. It didn't. Capitalism saved capitalism.

A lot of people think the government didn't have any plans with regard to Lehman Brothers. It did. The plans just didn't work.

The government, in the form of the Federal Reserve, had two plans, in fact. It had Plan A and Plan B. Plan A was to find someone to buy Lehman Brothers. When that didn't happen — when that didn't happen because the Fed didn't want to fund the guarantees necessary to make it happen — they went to Plan B. Plan B was the Fed's plan to deal with a bankrupt Lehman Brothers. It was a plan to keep order in the markets once Lehman went out of business. It called for closing Lehman Brothers the holding company but keeping open its broker-dealer — the part of the operation that bought and sold securities. That way, the broker-dealer could close all its trades, and all the people doing business with Lehman Brothers could get paid. So on Monday night, September 15, the Federal Reserve began advancing the broker-dealer $45 billion a day to stay open. The idea was to keep people from freaking out.

People freaked out. The bankruptcy of Lehman Brothers was like an eclipse in the Middle Ages, a portent and a fulfillment of portent all at once. It was the darkness that had the power to burn and blind. The birds of the marketplace went quiet, and the dogs howled at the sun instead of the moon.

The Fed went from being in control of the situation to being as scared as anyone else. It was a bank, after all. Banks were scared.

And then, on Tuesday, Bob Diamond played "God Save the Queen" on the trading floors at Lehman Brothers. It was the one unalloyed triumph in a week of unnatural disasters, and the people at the Fed had nothing to do with it. They had not been consulted when the dealmakers were holed up on the thirty-first and thirty-second floors of Lehman Brothers. They found out about the deal only about an hour before everyone else did. They were, in the words of one Fed official, "surprised."

By Wednesday afternoon, they'd had some time to think about it, and the Fed's general counsel called the general counsel at Barclays. If you're going to do this, he said, you're going to have to step in for us on the funding. It was a request of sorts. But it was also a requirement. There were a series of meetings between Barclays and the Fed that day, and what was clear to one of the participants was the role that fear had started play. "It was understood that the Fed was desperate to get the Lehman trade off its books," he says. Another says simply: "They wanted to get paid."

Barclays had no objection to doing what the Fed was asking and even saw opportunity in taking over the funding. The Fed wanted out? Barclays was in. That was the good news. The bad news? As Lehman Brothers' bank, JPMorgan was also lending Lehman Brothers money. And JPMorgan wanted out, too.

Barclays Capital and JPMorgan are often presented as heroes of the crisis. Barclays bought what was left of Lehman Brothers when nobody else wanted to and saved thousands of jobs. JPMorgan operated as a quasi-public trust, its sheer size exerting a stabilizing force. Their CEOs even had similar names — Jamie Dimon and Bob Diamond. A few days before, they'd agreed on the proposition to create a liquidating trust for Lehman's toxic assets, with Jamie Dimon urging his Wall Street colleagues to fund it.

But the meeting at the New York Fed wasn't capitalism. It was about capitalism, and it was attended by capitalists. But it was a nearly collectivist exercise, with government inducing capitalists to cooperate for their own good and the good of one another.

Now, what happened later in the week, between Barclays and JPMorgan — now that was capitalism.

 

It wasn't a deal, you see. It was a trade. The Fed was involved with Lehman Brothers in that it was lending Lehman Brothers billions of dollars in return for collateral — sort of like a pawnshop loan. It wanted Barclays to take over that transaction — to be the one lending Lehman Brothers the billions of dollars in return for the same collateral. That was the trade.

What made the trade complicated was the fact that JPMorgan was also involved in a pawnshop loan with Lehman Brothers, advancing Lehman Brothers on average $69 billion a day. It had a lot of Lehman Brothers collateral and was looking for someone to take it. Specifically, it was looking for Barclays to take it. And it went into the trade with what a JPMorgan official calls a clear understanding that Barclays had agreed to step in for its funding and accept the assets it had on hand.

Barclays went into the trade with no idea how JPMorgan came to such an understanding. Rich Ricci and Gerard LaRocca figured that the collateral that Lehman Brothers had pledged to the Fed was of good quality. They suspected that the collateral that Lehman Brothers had pledged to JPMorgan was not as good.

They wanted the good stuff and only the good stuff.

JPMorgan wanted to give them the bad stuff.

This was an elemental Wall Street confrontation, and so, although Barclays' purchase of Lehman Brothers was supposed to be good for a Wall Street in grievous peril, it ended up a knife fight in an operating room.

The trade was supposed to be simple.

Barclays was supposed to wire $45 billion to Lehman Brothers. In return, Lehman would send $49.7 billion in assets back to Barclays. The difference in the value of the cash and the assets is called the "haircut," and it rewards the sender of cash for the risk it is taking.

There were, however, some problems.

First, the Fed was so eager — so desperate — to get its money back that it gave Barclays only one day to complete the trade.

Second, the trade was so large and put such a strain on the Wall Street infrastructure that nobody knew if it could actually be completed in a day.

Third, it was not simultaneous, as most trades are. In most trades, cash and assets are exchanged simultaneously at the bank where the money is changing hands — the so-called clearing bank. This trade was different, because the world was different. This trade was a fucking bet. Barclays was going to be sending the cash out first over the wire and waiting for the assets to come back.

And fourth, the clearing bank was JPMorgan, which gave it tremendous power. I mean, think of it: Morgan was going to have the money and the securities. So if you were Barclays, you had to trust JPMorgan.

Which leads us to the fifth problem:

It didn't.

The trade started out simply enough. On the morning of September 18, 2008, Barclays wired its first $5 billion to Lehman Brothers through JPMorgan. And then it waited to receive the collateral back. It took a long time. It took six hours to get $5.06 billion in collateral. Ricci's plan was to keep sending the cash $5 billion at a time and then make sure he got the collateral he wanted in return. But late in the afternoon there was a phone call from Bill Winters, the co-CEO of JPMorgan's investment bank. It was to Bob Diamond. Winters had a request, or maybe a challenge. Listen, he said, at the rate we're going, we're never going to get this done. Cut this $5-billion-at-a-time crap and let's get it over with. Send us $40 billion all at one time.

Diamond looked at Rich Ricci. The deal of the century would require the risk of the century. Your call, Ricci said.

Ricci wanted to keep sending the cash out $5 billion at a time. Forty billion dollars was a lot of fucking money. But he knew that this was Wall Street, that this was some kind of you-show-me-yours-I'll-show-you-mine moment. Winters was asking Diamond if he was in — all-in.

Your call, Ricci said.

 

On Wall Street, there are two kinds of jobs: back office and front office. The people who work in the back office support the people who work in the front office. The people who work in the back office are the analysts, the risk managers, the computer programmers. The people in the front office are traders. What separates the two kinds of jobs — what makes the front office so much more prestigious and lucrative than the back office — is risk. Risk is not just the lifeblood of Wall Street; it's the juice. If you can take risks, you get a front-office job; if you can't, you get a back-office job. Both are fine, but only one allows you to be a hero.

Bob Diamond had started in the back office.

In 1979, he took his first Wall Street job in Morgan Stanley's IT department. He did very well at it and became assistant to the CFO. But he could see what was happening on the Street, could see that banks like Goldman Sachs and Salomon Brothers were, in his words, "starting to take real risks." He had started his career on Wall Street just as the expansion of the risks banks were willing to take was about to change Wall Street forever, and he wanted to be part of it. So he accepted the assistant CFO job only on the condition that he'd get a chance to work in the front office. A year later, he got a job on the financing desk, as a so-called repo trader, doing the very same kind of pawnshop loans that Barclays was trying to do with Lehman Brothers. Repo traders are not heroes; most traders don't regard them as real traders, because they don't take positions, and their trades simply finance the trades that real traders make. "We still kid Bob about starting out on the repo desk," Ricci says, and if there's anything Diamond is sensitive about, it's his ability to take risks. He tells the story of being a young trader looking with pride at his book of trades because he'd never made a trade that lost money, until he realized that never losing money on a trade made him a loser on Wall Street, not a winner, because it meant he wasn't taking enough risk. He was shortchanging his company, shortchanging himself...

At about five minutes to seven, on September 18, 2008, Barclays Capital wired $40 billion to JPMorgan. In an instant, he had put his bank at risk. Bob Diamond was all-in.

Bob Diamond doesn't like to talk about it. He doesn't like talking about his role in the trade, figuring that there's no upside to a CEO commenting on a controversy. When he does talk about it, he's cagey. He doesn't even come out and say that there were talks with JPMorgan about assurances with regard to taking over JPMorgan's financing of Lehman; rather, he says that "if there were talks with JPMorgan, then I was in on them." When he's told the story of Bill Winters calling and challenging him to send the $40 billion all at once, he smiles shrewdly, while keeping his dead-level gaze, and says, "Well, if Rich Ricci told you that story, then it must be true." It's only when JPMorgan, through an official close to the trade, says that JPMorgan received assurances about the trade from senior Barclays executives, including Bob Diamond, that Diamond rouses himself into an unequivocal denial. Assurances to JPMorgan? There were no assurances, not from Diamond, nor from anyone else at Barclays.

What's clear from Diamond's cloaked admissions, however, is the fact that executives at the highest levels of both firms played a part in the trade of September 18 and 19. And when the official at JPMorgan speaks of the bank feeling deceived, it's clear he means that JPMorgan felt deceived by, among others, Bob Diamond himself.

 

There are two numbers you have to remember:

The first is $15.8 billion.

The second is $7 billion.

The $15.8 billion is the loan that Barclays extended to Lehman Brothers the night before, when the Fed forced the trade on Barclays. The payment of that loan led JPMorgan to believe it was going to have its way with Barclays — that Barclays was going to take over funding for Lehman Brothers, and also take the collateral JPMorgan was looking to get rid of. The bad stuff.

But a loan of this type has to be renewed every night. And late on Thursday, the back-office guys at JPMorgan notice that Barclays has not renewed the $15.8 billion loan.

A back-office guy at Barclays says that it's just an oversight, and the loan will be renewed. After all, Barclays has more to worry about than a $15.8 billion loan.

Barclays has to worry about the $40 billion. You see, it hasn't gotten the collateral back for it.

And although the Fed is working to keep open the wire — the electronic conduit for securities transfers — time is running out, and it is clear that Barclays is not going to get paid, not tonight anyway.

For the day, Barclays has sent $45 billion cash to Lehman Brothers via JPMorgan.

It's supposed to get $49.7 billion back in collateral.

It's gotten $42.7 billion.

It's short.

Barclays is fucked.

Diamond, it seems, has lost his bet.

And then, at one in the morning, there's a deal: JPMorgan agrees that it owes Barclays a lot of money. A custodial account is created at JPMorgan for just this purpose. It's Barclays' account. It's Barclays' cash: $7 billion.

Somebody wakes up Friday feeling they've gotten screwed. Take your pick: It could be JPMorgan, when it discovers that Barclays didn't pay the $15.8 billion loan, and Barclays explains that it was under no obligation to do so.

It could be Barclays, when it discovers that JPMorgan has frozen the account with the $7 billion.

So let's change our opening proposition:

Everybody wakes up Friday feeling they've gotten screwed.

And it's still early.

It's about 5:00 A.M., in fact, when Mike Keegan of Barclays tells Alex Kirk of Lehman Brothers that JPMorgan has started to freeze Lehman's assets. Keegan is, like a lot of the people Diamond has brought in to consummate the Lehman purchase, somebody who has been with Diamond a long time. He has, indeed, the honor of having been one of Diamond's first hires at Barclays Capital.

Alex Kirk is a Lehman managing director. Like a lot of the Lehman people who have been brought in to consummate the deal, he has the honor of being with the company only a few months and of being both a newcomer and a survivor. He has been asked by Lehman president Bart McDade to close the trade because Lehman's original closer, its mergers-and-acquisitions guy, quit the day before.

When Keegan tells him about the frozen assets, he tells Keegan, "Call Bob [Diamond] and Rich [Ricci]. Tell them we've got a problem. JPMorgan is not going to close. They're not going to sell you one thing you want."

He is a Lehman person, you see, and like all of the Lehman people, he has dealt with JPMorgan before. In the week leading up to Lehman's bankruptcy, the Lehman people saw how JPMorgan responded when threatened: like a raging, squatting behemoth, "seizing and freezing assets left and right," in the words of another former Lehman managing director.

"JPMorgan doesn't want to save the universe," he says. "JPMorgan wants to profit from the destruction of the universe."

To Lehman guys like Kirk, JPMorgan is nothing but a predator. And so he warns Keegan and Ricci:

You're going to have to rewrite the entire deal.

The deal, of course, is not a handshake agreement. And at the heart of the deal is the list of assets that Barclays has agreed to purchase from Lehman Brothers, consisting of thousands of securities. The list, like everything else in the deal, has to be approved by the bankruptcy-court judge after a hearing.

And the hearing is today, Friday afternoon.

At four o'clock.

It's now seven in the morning. Kirk is telling Keegan and Ricci that they have to rewrite the asset-purchase agreement in nine hours. That means going back to Lehman's books and finding securities that might actually be worth what Barclays is going to pay.

But the bigger problem is the $7 billion. One of the reasons the trade went slowly the night before was that the collateral that started coming over the wire was not the collateral that Barclays believed it was paying for.

It wasn't the good stuff, from the Fed.

It was, in the words of a Barclays executive, crap. As in, I know crap when I see crap.

Fortunately for Barclays, some of the Lehman people on hand recognized it. They should. They'd sold it. These were assets that bore the kind of name that historians will decry when they write of the last days of the Era of Expanding Risk:

RACERS.

Restructured Asset Certificates with Enhanced Returns.

They were issued with an Aaa rating from Moody's.

Now they were practically worthless, so worthless in fact that Lehman people had been warning Barclays people about them. Don't take the RACERS...

So Barclays rejected the collateral that JPMorgan was sending over.

"I don't know if Barclays knew that it was starting a holy war when it refused the collateral," says the former Lehman managing director. "But that's what happened. I think that JPMorgan got pissed because they're usually so clever at doing this stuff. Now it was being done to them."

But JPMorgan has a clever move left because it has the $7 billion — $7 billion is still a lot of money, and JPMorgan holds it hostage. If Barclays wants its money, it has to take the RACERS and pay the $15.8 billion.

The knife fight in the operating room has begun.

 

It's Sunday morning, one week after the most powerful bankers in the world tried and failed to save capitalism. That morning, Alex Kirk turns to Bart McDade and says, What are we going to tell people? How are we going to explain this?

What Kirk and McDade fear they are going to have to explain is unusual indeed:

Two days earlier, at a bankruptcy-court hearing that lasted eight hours and ended at close to one in the morning, Judge James Peck had approved the rewritten deal. He'd approved the deal because he deemed it significant to the markets, to "the national economy, and the global economy."

And now Kirk and McDade fear that they won't be able to close it. The deal of the century is on the brink of collapse.

The $7 billion is still frozen.

And JPMorgan won't return Barclays' calls.

Because JPMorgan is furious that Barclays didn't return its calls.

The world is ending in silence.

That night, however, there is an emergency meeting at the offices of Weil Gotshal, Lehman's bankruptcy lawyers. A Barclays contingent led by Rich Ricci is there on one side of the table. They don't even know if JPMorgan is going to show up. But it does, and the common assumption is that the Fed prevailed upon it to do so, at the highest levels. The JPMorgan contingent is led by its general counsel, Stephen Cutler. He looks at the assemblage on the other side and says: You didn't really think you could close without us, did you?

Some of the people at the meeting remember it for its mayhem — for JPMorgan "trying to bully Rich Ricci," and Ricci showing that he "doesn't bully well," and both sides eventually calling each other thieves.

But one of the lawyers remembers it as a "bunch of bankers yelling about what bankers usually yell about — money." And at the end, there was a settlement — "well, we thought there was a settlement," the lawyer says.

And so it was that sometime early on Monday morning, September 22, precisely one week after Lehman's bankruptcy filing ended the era of Wall Street expansionism, a trade was completed that began the era of global financial consolidation.

Lehman Brothers NA, the surviving broker-dealer of the bankrupt Lehman Brothers Holdings, sent a package of securities to Barclays Capital. Barclays Capital wired back cash, thereby obligating Lehman Brothers NA to pay it back by the terms of the repo contract.

As foreordained, Lehman Brothers NA defaulted. Barclays forgave the debt, taking possession of the company instead.

The trade was closed, and Bob Diamond had his prize, for his price.

One day later, Gerard LaRocca discovered that the $7 billion he thought was in the Barclays account at JPMorgan was no longer there.

You get the sense that they are still taken aback about what they had to contend with — the furies they unleashed — in their dealings with JPMorgan. They say they would never want to go through something like that again. They say that it was Wall Street hardball at its best and worst. They say that they've gone up against many Wall Street tough guys, but this was something different. This was inappropriate. This was ruthless. This was one firm making a bad situation much worse. This was a Wall Street giant exacerbating the distress of the markets. Sure, there were things that JPMorgan was unhappy about. It was unhappy about the deals it had on the books with Lehman Brothers and so it became unhappy about its deal with Barclays. But there was nothing that Barclays did that could have possibly justified JPMorgan taking its money.

In fact, by taking the money without warning or authorization, JPMorgan did something that was unprecedented.

But for all that — for all of JPMorgan's ruthlessness — Barclays won at every turn.

They won everything they wanted to win. They got the good stuff. They made sure someone else got the bad. They went by the simple if pitiless principle articulated by Rich Ricci:

"What happened was we then decided very consciously we were only going to take these liabilities, these assets. That's it. The rest of it is in the hands of the bank, of the court, and of the receiver... Now, certainly we're worried about the past and trying to help our clients. But we are under no obligation to settle those things because of the way bankruptcy works. We have the advantage of a clean slate going forward but the disadvantage of trying to deal with Lehman clients who want to talk about the past."

Compare that with how JPMorgan fared. JPMorgan went into the trade looking to unload its worthless Lehman assets, and looking to get Barclays to fund the operations of the Lehman broker-dealer.

Instead, an official speaking for JPMorgan admits, We kept the dregs, and didn't get paid. JPMorgan was not very happy with Barclays Capital.

And so, when the $7 billion went missing, perhaps it was inevitable that Bob Diamond's winning streak would continue. It was shocking to Barclays executives that the Fed wasn't able to just make JPMorgan give it back — wasn't able to convince JPMorgan to right such an obvious wrong. But when the Fed forensically reconstructed the trade and both sides were called upon to settle, Barclays got satisfaction: $1.3 billion in cash and $5.7 billion in securities.

Bob Diamond got everything he wanted, because he knew what he wanted. He named his price, and he got it.

 

"Was it fun?" I asked Bob Diamond.

It was one of those easy questions he didn't like. Hard questions he could answer with dignity, with his combination of priestly remove and priestly magnanimity.

The easy questions made him look a little queasy. He blanched a little bit, and his mouth tightened, like the knot of a skinny tie.

"I don't think there's any way you could describe anything we did over that period as fun," he said. "I think, in looking back, there's definitely things that we accomplished that we felt very gratified about — felt, gosh, given the situation, we really executed well. But there was no aspect of it — from the intensity, from vested interests on so many sides, from disagreements with people you trust and know well, to being frankly just plain tired — there was no aspect about it that could be described as fun. But we knew that when we started this process. We got on a plane Thursday night to come to New York. We understood the seriousness. We expected this to be one of the most intense experiences. We felt that if it wasn't something we were prepared to do, we should move aside."

They didn't move aside, of course. At no time did they ever move aside, and now Diamond was an American again. He moved to New York and went to work in the big building at 745 Seventh Avenue, which used to be the headquarters of an American investment bank called Lehman Brothers. Its facade used to throb with the color of lucre — Lehman green, in honor of all those employees who attested that they "bled green" — but now its pulse was Barclays blue. Dick Fuld used to go to work in the carved isolation of the thirty-first floor, but now Bob Diamond's office was made of glass and it was located in the corner of one of his trading floors. He had intended the purchase of Lehman Brothers to be "transformational" for Barclays, and for evidence of his success he didn't have to look much farther than just outside the walls that were his windows and the windows that were his walls. It wasn't just that Barclays Capital was now an American bulge-bracket firm in its own right; it wasn't just that out of the integration of Barclays and Lehman Brothers he had built what Jerry del Missier called a "flow monster" that kept capital moving with incredible efficiency. It was that in taking over Lehman Brothers, he had also allowed Barclays to be taken over, in what one Barclays trader called the "goddamnedest reverse takeover you ever saw." The culture at Lehman Brothers was American and aggressive, replete with its "animals" and its "killers," not to mention its jerks and assholes, and while Diamond cherished the culture he had built at Barclays from the beginning, he was willing to put it in play.

And so I asked him if the purchase of Lehman Brothers had been as transformational for him as it was for Barclays. Of course, being a journalist rather than a capitalist, I was thinking in sentimental terms — thinking that he might answer by speaking of what he'd lost, in terms of innocence, rather than what he'd gained, in terms of power and prestige. But his answer was right in front of me, as well as all around me. His jacket was off, slung on a chair. He was wearing a blue-striped shirt, with a green tie dotted with tiny emblems in the shape of Nantucket, where his father had once been the high school principal, and where he was flying that evening in a NetJet to spend the summer weekend at his mansion. His whole being was transformed and his innocence was the innocence of acquisition. He was transformed exactly as Barclays had been, and when, two weeks later, Barclays Capital announced — largely on the strength of its Lehman acquisition — a half-year profit of nearly $2 billion, Diamond's staid English bank stood with JPMorgan as one of the biggest investment banks in the world... or, as Ricci would have it, as "one of the big boys, for better or for worse."

 

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