Award-winning journalist Matt Taibbi is out with an explosive new book that asks why the vast majority of white-collar criminals have avoided prison since the financial crisis began, while an unequal justice system imprisons the poor and people of color on a mass scale. In “The Divide: American Injustice in the Age of the Wealth Gap,” Taibbi explores how the Depression-level income gap between the wealthy and the poor is mirrored by a “justice” gap in who is targeted for prosecution and imprisonment. “It is much more grotesque to consider the non-enforcement of white-collar criminals when you do consider how incredibly aggressive law enforcement is with regard to everybody else,” Taibbi says.
The important thing is to accept the idea that there are food corporations that are deliberately keeping other people starving in the world, meanwhile they waste resources for a profit. This isn’t Marxism, this is reality. You can keep living a lie and don’t understand the suffering that this economic system has created, or you can change it.
I personally cannot accept the idea as a human being that we rather throw all of this away, rather than feed somebody with it. It isn’t just lazy and stupid. It’s evil.
I was a Junior in high school when I turned the TV on. James Huberty went to a restaurant, shot everyone up with a machine gun. It was from my hometown. We talked about it til the sun went down. Then everybody got up and stretched and yawned and then our lives went on.
And I just left Safeway, when I walked through my doorway. When a guy took a bullet to an island and shot up a bunch of little kids up in Norway. Called a few of my friends round here, but no one much really cared. But I did, because I’ve got a lot of friends there.
I just arrived in Seoul, by way of Beijing. I had an hour to myself in my hotel when I turned on the TV. It was quite a thriller, CNN was recording the bat man killer. His eyes were glazed like he was from Mars. Yesterday he was no one, today he was a star.
I was down in New Orleans, at the model o. Enjoying some time all to myself when I turned the TV on. There were shootings in a Portland mall. It was everyday America and that’s all. It was just another one walked down Royal Street, the rest of the world was out having fun.
December fourteenth, another killing went down. I got a letter from a fan he said Mark say a prayer for Newtown. I ain’t one to pray, but I’m one to sing and play for women and children and moms and dads and brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts.
December twenty-fifth, and I was just laying down. I picked up a pen, I wrote a letter to the guy in Newtown. I said I’m sorry bout the killings, and the teachers who lost their lives. I felt it coming on, I felt it in my bones and I don’t know why.