A former highâflying banker reflects in a single, confessional paragraph on the paradox of his success: he built fortunes by manipulating numbers and enjoyed the trappings of wealth while watching ordinary peopleâchildren, mothers, workersâstruggle during Occupy. He admits that he had both the money and the power to end scarcity, yet chose only to âplay Godâ with spreadsheets and stock options. In hindsight he declares poverty a deliberate creation, engineered by those who believed they were merely efficient; he vows that if the systemâs architects had acted, they could have given every child a clean slate and paid for each adultâs basic needs, creating an era of true human freedom. He ends by urging his fellow bankers to break ranks, transfer their wealth, or risk forever asking âwhy didnât you do more?â before their last breath.






















