Ponzi Perps on Parade

There is small comfort to be taken from our national economic pickle. But at least we have the spectacle of the deluxe perp walk. There’s been a pleasing parade of millionaire scam artists receiving the curious benediction of big working-class mitts cupping their distinguished skulls, as detectives push them into the back seats of police cars.
Then they’re released sporting ankle bracelets in a matter of hours on ten million dollars( in other people’s money) bail, and head home to their 27 million dollar (in other people’s money) South Hampton compounds, but it’s something, anyway. They at least stand a chance of serving time, if only because they ripped off the rich.
Here are Paul Greenwood and Stephen Walsh. They were half of the Gang of Four who ran the New York Islanders hockey team into the ground in the eighties. Since then, they’ve plundered over half a billion from charities and universities (sorry, Pittsburgh! They seem to have concentrated on dimming your cultural lights in particular).
They blew the dough on horse farms (Paul Newman’s and Joanne Woodward’s North Salem spread, with ironic foreshadowy stone pig statues on either side of the driveway) , rare books, houses for ex-wives, and, almost loveably, fine and rare antique mohair teddy bears.
Even more loveably, they both showed up for court wearing cashmere V-necks. As if daring posterity to laugh. And I’m sure that if posterity weren’t on a respirator, posterity would.
Posted by Mrs. Polly on 03/01/09 at 12:13 AM • Permalink
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