Lawyers are upper middle class. But this lawyer grabbed the saddle horn of magnificence and hung on for dear life—until the day in 2004 when he was bucked off. There in the dust he lay, exposed—in the New Orleans Times-Picayune—for defrauding his law partners. His firm defended big companies from class-action suits. To make the kind of money he needed to live in this house, the poor guy had resorted to allegedly cutting secret deals with plaintiffs’ lawyers. He reportedly gave up his law license to avoid being formally charged. The mansion made him do it: That’s what I thought when I heard the story. As sordid as his behavior was, I’m incapable of feeling toward him anything but sympathy. He wanted this mansion, he bought this mansion, and then he discovered that the mansion owned him.
an analysis of the housing fetish, the root of all financial evil
