Rosemary Martoma with Husband Mathew Martoma
Hailing as I do from India, I’m no stranger to humanity’s most persistent crime through the ages – Benign acceptance of and frequent contempt toward fellow humans reduced to the soul crushing hell of begging.
Begging by Have-Nots
In my mind, there can be no greater mass injustice than the plaintive pleas for survival from society’s vast unblessed and vulnerable echoing across scorched plains, snowy mountains and deep gorges of our planet for thousands of years.
Babies and crones, clothed and unclothed, Black, Brown and White, sick and healthy, sane and insane, they look beseechingly into our eyes, seeking a few crumbs, a few cents, a few paisa so that they and their loved ones may stave hunger and minimize misery for a few short hours.
That the plague of begging has endured for millenniums, when Earth’s bounty is sufficient for everyone, is enough to condemn Man as worse than the most savage beast and dismiss all talk of civilization as epic fantasy.
The memory of one beggar from my childhood days remains indelibly etched in my mind, lodged there immovably till I shed my mortal coils. Clad only in a komanam (loin-cloth), the tall, old beggar with a small crown of white hair was in such a decrepit and infirm state that he could barely shuffle from house to house.
Leaning on every gate for support, the tired old man would stand for a few seconds, his right palm opening and closing uncontrollably near his scrotum, then helplessly squat down and begin a long wail hoping we’d fling a few coins in his thin aluminum vessel that was invariably empty.
While all beggars throw out desperate wails, every beggar remains unique in his words and approach. I still remember the words beneath the old man’s desperate shrieks:
Srirangathin Ranganatha, Chidambarathin Nataraja, Amma-thaye Pitchai Podungu….Dhana Dharmam Thaye, Pitchai Podungu Amma-thaye.
Abandoned to the cruel whims of a populace’s infrequent generosity, the old man’s physical and mental frame was deplorable.
More than a plea for alms, for the old man from my summer years and for the overwhelming majority of beggars, the act of extending their palms for a few coins or a bread piece is actually a vain cry for justice in a callous world.
Begging by Have-Plentys
If begging by have-nothings is as old as the hills, begging by the have-plentys of society is a recent affliction blooming in courts across the U.S. by way of sentencing memorandums and letters to judges by criminals and their family members respectively.
An affliction that’s now ensnared Rosemary Martoma and several other Indians whose spouses have been convicted of crimes in U.S. courts.
Amused as I am by the spectacle of millionaires owning McMansions (Mathew Martoma/Rosemary Martoma), and winter homes in Colorado (example: Rajat Gupta) begging judges for shorter prison terms for their spouses or themselves, I can’t help but describe this phenomenon for what it truly represents – Begging for Injustice.
Mathew Martoma’s Florida Mansion with Fake Grass & Elevator
(Photo courtesy: Zillow)
Rosemary Martoma – Begging for Injustice
Wife of Indian millionaire crook Mathew Martoma, recently convicted of securities fraud in New York, Rosemary is a pediatrician (non-practicing??) and real estate investor whose 11th wedding anniversary passed recently (July 5).
In a nauseous letter to the U.S. judge who will hand out a prison term to her husband on July 28, 2014, Rosemary quickly dives into a sob saga that touches upon herself, her three young children, love, separation, inner pain, compassion, vulnerabilities and devotion before launching into a begging fit for a short sentence for her husband Mathew.
Right in the opening paragraph of her May 28, 2014 letter to Judge Paul Gardephe, Rosemary makes no secret to hide what she’s begging for:
In writing this letter, I am sharing with you my innermost pains and vulnerabilities in the hope that you will better understand our family’s dependence on Mathew and render a sentence that minimizes the separation of our fragile family.
Despite the enormity of his crime, Rosemary is shamelessly begging for a token sentence for her husband Mathew Martoma.
So what if Mathew “cultivated and corrupted two doctors legally bound to guard confidential information concerning a high-profile drug trial….netting…as a direct result, a $9.3 million bonus for himself” (source: Government Sentencing Memorandum, June 27, 2014).
Ignore my husband’s crime, forget his conviction by a jury, overlook his Himalayan greed, disregard the bad example his egregious conduct will have on other hedge fund managers and analysts and just hand him a short sentence so that my children and I can be with him.
In plain English, that’s what Rosemary seems to be telling Judge Paul Gardephe!
Who is this Rosemary begging for such brazen injustice?
Rosemary’s letter to the judge tells us she was born in New Zealand and “grew up in the magnificence and shelter of those isolated rolling hills and peaceful Pacific waters.”
OMG, how poetic! Rolling hills and peaceful Pacific waters.
What could be more idyllic! Makes me want to hop on the next flight to New Zealand.
After a “fiercely protected and loving upbringing” and attending medical school in New Zealand, Rosemary moves to sunny California to pursue the American dream.
Ah, the great American dream!
How wonderful! Makes me think of the 52,000 children whose Central and South American parents wanted the same American dream for their young ones so badly that they took the grave risk of sending the kids with coyotes (smugglers) to make the dangerous illegal border-crossing across scorched desert filled with rattlesnakes and bandits into America.
So those 52,000 children must now be pursuing the American dream, Right? Alas, No. They’re languishing in American detention centers. Continue reading »