THE FUTURE OF MONEY Bernard A. Lietaer - library.uniteddiversity ...

parents. Most of them had either been abandoned by their parents or
had am away from abusive homes. Members of the middle and
upper classes spat on them, cursed at them, accused them of being
drug addicts and alcoholics. They were hauled off to jail for sleeping
outdoors at night, for sitting on sidewalks, even for leaning against
walls. They were harassed by everyone, even though they ware just
figuring to stay alive.
Red and Sean squatted together as brothers for 15 years. They
didn't use drugs and may didn't drink. They travelled from place to
place, looking for the perfect home, but they always returned to
Berkeley in the summertime.
Red was a man when he died, but he was only 25. He always said
that he wanted to die by decapitation to get rid of the sickness in his
head. Then he would always laugh. Before he died, he had told Sean
that he had had this horrible pain in his head as long as ha could
remember and that it was getting unbearable. Sean took him to a
friendly doctor. The doctor said that Red had a tumour in his brain
and that it was too late, that without medical insurance or money,
nothing could be done and that he would die within a few months.
The doctor gave Sean a prescription for pain killers, drugs, but Red
refused to take them. One day Sean went to a 7-11 to get a Slurpee.
When he got back, he saw Red lying in the grass. He had slit his own
throat to get rid of the sickness in his head.
When most people saw Red, they were terrified. He was 6' 7" tall.
He had 8-inch red liberty spikes in his hair. He had 27 piercing in his
porcelain face alone. But if you looked in his eyes, you knew he never
was, nor ever would be a monster. Red would never have hurt a fly.
He wouldn't even hurt those who had hurt him. He was the nicest,
sweetest person you could know. He would always make sure that
everyone he knew had eaten before he would eat. The only problem
was that no one would or could ever look in his eyes to see the