“Never thought of it that way.”
“You should. That’s not to say everybody’s corrupt. There are, no doubt, a lot of good people there. Like everywhere else, about five percent of any population account for most of the problems,” says Harry. “Usually the same five percent, and they’ll do it over and over again if you give ’em a chance. It’s just that people with power have a much greater opportunity for mischief, and they probably get away with it more.
“Every once in a while they’ll nail some guy in Congress, indict him, convict him, and send him away just to let the rest know that there are some limits. It hasn’t happened for a while. Probably overdue,” says Harry.
“For years there have been stories of insider trading by members of Congress,” he tells me. “You have to figure these people are privy to a lot of secrets. Potential investments nobody else in the world could get near. The temptation would be great to pass the information on to friends, and relatives. The last time they bailed out the banks,” says Harry, “word is that there were key members of Congress who knew who was getting what and when, long before it was ever made public.
“Later there were charges that family and friends, distant relations went out and jumped on the stocks for the banks getting the money. If so, some of these people could have made a cool killing on the back of the taxpayers who picked up the tab,” says Harry. “I’m not saying it happened. Nobody was indicted. But there were accusations.”
“Sounds like you think Martha Stewart ought to complain,” I tell him.
“I would if I were her,” says Harry. “Not that it would do her any good. It’s what I told Alex that night, remember? Prosecutorial discretion? Nothing you or I can do about it.
“But here is something I do want you to think about. And when you do, I want you to worry,” says Harry. “Promise me?”
“Ok, I’ll worry,” I tell him.
“I’m reading between the lines, so take it for what it’s worth. Remember the term Alex told us about, PEP-politically exposed persons?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s a term of art. It’s all over the literature on private numbered accounts. And it’s highlighted in red letters. It’s a major cause for concern,” says Harry. “Everybody from the UN on down.”
“Go on.”
“There’s an article, I printed it out. According to this piece-and I can’t vouch for its accuracy, it’s from one of the US financial networks-they’re reporting an undisclosed number of US political figures, maybe past, maybe present, they don’t know for sure. But it’s pretty certain that they are account holders who possess offshore numbered accounts and who have not disclosed or paid taxes on the funds in those accounts.”
“How do they know?”
“Because some information slipped out in the random selection process. If I had to guess, I’d say it was probably a mistake. And it’s certain that there are more.”
“Why doesn’t the IRS go after them?”
“They don’t know who they are,” says Harry. “All they know is that they are sufficiently prominent to show up on the bank’s PEP list, not by name, only that they are American political figures who have undisclosed accounts. Worse than that. The IRS can’t be sure how deep the swamp is. Or for that matter what’s swimming in it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Bits and pieces of information,” says Harry. “But if you put it all together you get a mosaic.”
I start to smile like he’s putting me on.
“Listen to me. I spent three days looking at this stuff because you asked me to. I looked at the tea leaves and now I’m telling you what I read in them. No one knows how much money is on deposit in individual accounts for these so-called PEPs, or how many officials are involved. Nor do they know where the money came from. And that’s the key, the source of the funds. IRS and Treasury tripped over this when they started shaking down the foreign banks. And now they can’t be sure how bad it is.”
“Go on.”
“There’s no way to know,” says Harry. “But according to one of the articles, a scholarly piece, that’s one of the major fears. It’s why PEP deposit holders, politicians, their family members are great big red flags for these private banks. And the banks don’t always know because the account is probably opened in the name of some other straw man. This is not money these politicians would want the world to know about.”
I sit there listening, my brain reeling like an empty spool, to what Harry is saying.
“What are you talking about? You mean bribes?”
“Shh, not so loud,” says Harry. He gives me an exasperated look. “It’s one thing to be bought off by some lobbyist in D.C. representing poultry producers in Iowa. Or, for that matter, even if the chickens are in Poland. But what if some of this money is coming from a foreign government, the recipient may not even know it,” says Harry. “He knows he’s being bought. But if he fulfills the quid pro quo, he may also be committing an act of treason.” Harry looks at me. He is stone-cold serious.
“Take that and multiply it by a dozen other members, and ask yourself, does the IRS or for that matter any other government agency really want to roll that rock over? Given the low public esteem of Congress or government in general?” says Harry.
“Holy sh. .”
“Shh. Quiet,” says Harry. “It could be nothing. Maybe somebody popped a window and I’m feeling the effects of the thin air. Then again that might explain why so many people have been dying in accidents lately.”
Four rows back and on the other side of the aisle, the dark-haired woman holding the novel tried to listen to what the two men were saying. Their heads kept moving closer to each other as they spoke. The engines were too loud and their voices too low.
When they landed she would wait for the other passengers to unload, then check the seats of the men for any scraps of paper they may have left behind. There was a two-hour layover in Amsterdam. They weren’t going anywhere. Ana knew she’d catch up with them again, on the connecting flight to Zurich, and if not then, on the train to Lucerne. It was going to be a long trip.
THIRTY-THREE
Great Britain held possession of the island of Hong Kong and the southern portion of the Kowloon Peninsula since the mid-nineteenth century. They acquired the area known as the New Territories later. The British had seized them in two successive opium wars, first the Island and then Kowloon across the narrow waterway, the harbor they would later name for Queen Victoria.
Both wars were fought against fading Chinese dynasties by the British Empire, which at that time was at its zenith. It stood alone as a world power with the largest navy on earth.
The Opium Wars, while adorned by diplomacy with the trappings of state policy, were in fact little more than naked acts of economic aggression by a powerful nation against a weaker one.
Britain wanted Chinese goods, silks, spices, tea, and other valuable commodities. The problem was that it had nothing to trade in return, nothing that China wanted or needed. What they wanted was to be left alone.
British business interests struck upon the idea of selling opium to the Chinese, which was then abundant in the far-flung British Empire. They reasoned that the Chinese would become addicted, thereby feeding future demand for the product.
When the Chinese government resisted by seizing loads of opium entering their country on British ships, war followed.
The Chinese were quickly defeated. In 1842 Britain took as part of its prize the Island of Hong Kong. In 1860, following the Second Opium War, the English took Kowloon. By the terms of treaties signed under the muzzle of British cannons, Great Britain took and held both of these possessions in perpetuity.
Western historians would call it “the opening of China.” The Chinese would refer to it as the time of the “unequal treaties.” Regardless of the name, it marked the beginning of China’s colonization by Western nations, spheres of influence that would over time be seized for concessions by the world’s other major players.