Mar
19
2010
No One Would Listen
In 1999 Harry Markopolos was a small-time number cruncher at a Boston firm; he was tasked with analyzing investment products. One day he was handed a prospectus outlining Bernie Madoff’s strategy and stellar results and asked to create a similar product. Very quickly he realized that such returns, consistent through good times and bad, peaks and valleys, were impossible under normal circumstances. Either Madoff had knowledge of the future or he was involved in some kind of a scam. The numbers do not and cannot lie.
Markopolos knew that Bernie Madoff was a fraud. He knew it in 1999, fully ten years before Madoff’s Ponzi scheme collapsed, evaporating some $40 billion. For years he tried to make the Securities and Exchange Commission aware of what he knew, but he was met only with resistance. The SEC turned him away time and again. And over the years, Madoff’s fraud grew by tens of billions. Finally, in the closing days of 2008 when Madoff’s empire collapsed, Markopolos was vindicated, finally able to say a well-earned, “I told you so!” No One Would Listen is the story of his long battle to expose Madoff.
The power of this book is not in exposing who Madoff was or what he was doing. That is all well known by now. Rather, the book’s force is in exposing the gross negligence and incompetence of the SEC and, further, in exposing the systemic greed that allowed Madoff to prosper for so long.
What may be most surprising and what may be the greatest statement about human nature is that most of Madoff’s clients, the big corporate ones at least, knew that he was a fraud. They knew that he was in some way gaming the system. Yet as long as he was doing so for their benefit, they were not going to complain. Most thought he was front-running; therefore, though he was cheating and would eventually be caught, their money would be returned to them and in the meantime they would enjoy great returns. None of them understood that he was running a Ponzi scheme which would return them nothing. So it was not just Madoff’s corruption and greed that cost investors billions; it was their own greed and lack of ethics. No one would listen because no one wanted to listen.
For years Markopolos lived in fear of Bernie Madoff, convinced that, because of his crusade against him, he was a marked man. He slept with a gun by his side and picked up a concealed weapon permit. He constantly thought back to his military training, figuring out how he would escape from a hail of bullets. He got into the habit of looking under his car for hidden bombs and spent a great deal of money upgrading his home alarm system. Yet beyond a single incident of a car tailing him for a short time he had no evidence that anyone was out to get him. He lived in a fear that seems to have been fueled primarily by his own imagination. And no sooner had Madoff fallen then Markopolos loaded up his shotgun, convinced that the SEC was now going to invade his home (do they have an accounting SWAT team?).
The whole book is tinged with this bizarre altered reality. Markopolos clearly has a lively imagination and an inflated sense of his own importance. Throughout the book he shows that he can do his own job well and that he is convinced that he can do everyone else’s job just as well–certainly better than they can do it themselves. Time and again he offers not just facts, but opinion and judgment. Read through some of his submissions to the SEC and you can see why they were ignored–they are full of self-importance, demands for bounties and snide comments about how the SEC needs to do its job better. Though we cannot excuse their negligence, we can hardly fault them for regarding Markopolos with some suspicion.
To call No One Would Listen a thriller, as the subtitle does, is quite a stretch. Yes, the book is interesting enough, but it is only a thriller in Markopolos’ own imagination (or in the creative mind of a marketer). It’s actually rather a plodding tale that goes into great detail about financial transactions that are well outside the experience of most of us. Wall Street jargon pervades its pages. The value of the book, at least in my mind, is not in the tale of one man crusading against a massive fraud. Rather, it is the harsh reality that Madoff thrived only because so many of his biggest customers wanted him to. His scheme would never have grown so large without these corporate customers. They knew, or at least suspected, that he was corrupt, but as long as his corruption fed their bank accounts, they were willing to overlook it. It was only when his corruption caused their accounts to evaporate that they grew incensed. They eventually paid the price for their greed.
Verdict: Read it to see a clear example of the hard cost of greed.







