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duties that came with the position was hunting down counterfeiters. 300<br />

Not that Newton actually wanted to hunt down counterfeiters. He complained about it to the<br />

powers that be, but they told him to suck it up. So he was left with no choice.<br />

At that time, there was no police force, so his first step was to create his own law enforcement<br />

agency (quite a first step!) He gradually built up a web of informants and spies that extended<br />

throughout Europe. Newton also had to interrogate suspects himself, do all the work that would be<br />

necessary to put a case together for the jury, capture the suspects, and deposit them into the hands of<br />

the legal system for hopeful execution. (If a suspect was convicted, the punishment for<br />

counterfeiting was death.)<br />

Levenson (2009) describes Newton's approach toward law enforcement as "terrifyingly persistent."<br />

White (1997) notes that "Newton was feared and reviled in equal measure both by his prisoners as<br />

they awaited execution and by those he sought to monitor going about their illegal trade." But it<br />

was not even safe to criticize the Warden of the Mint in the comfort of one's own cell, because a<br />

prisoner's cellmates might very well be informants working for Newton in exchange for clemency.<br />

So Newton got to hear prisoners making complaints like, "Damne my blood, I had been out before<br />

now but for him," or accusing him of being a "rogue," or threatening to shoot him. Curse those<br />

meddlesome INTJs!<br />

Newton would go out into taverns to discuss matters with witnesses, but in some matters he<br />

remained a homebody. He preferred to interrogate suspects at his workplace, the Tower of<br />

London. 301 The counterfeiters noted this tendency and started monitoring who came and left the<br />

Tower so that they would know who was singing. (Did Nero Wolfe ever have this problem, I<br />

wonder?) Newton preferred to follow a set interrogation procedure and accumulated boxes of<br />

detailed notes.<br />

As a results oriented Rational, Newton was interested in removing the root motivation for crime<br />

rather than endlessly catching and punishing criminals. He discerned how various monetary<br />

conditions were providing an economic incentive for crime, and put together some suggestions on<br />

how the incentives could be removed. Alas, his excellent ideas would have had the unfortunate side<br />

effect of making people who were currently rich less so, and were therefore ignored.<br />

Most INTJs have an ESTP assistant. Newton had ETP opponent (ENTP or ESTP, I do not know) by<br />

the name of William Chaloner. Chaloner was no average counterfeiter, nor was he content merely<br />

to coin money. An accomplished scam artist, he actually tried to worm his way into the Mint itself<br />

in a supervisory capacity. He wrote tracts about how to prevent counterfeiting, suggested there was<br />

corruption within the Mint, and offered his humble services to straighten things out.<br />

Newton hated him on a personal level. The Warden of the Mint proceeded to interview, bribe, and<br />

threaten anyone associated with Chaloner in an effort to accumulate the mound of evidence that<br />

would be necessary to hang him. (And even this might not have been enough, since Chaloner had<br />

already paid off members of the jury to find him innocent—but his scheme didn't pan out.)<br />

Finally Newton was successful; ignoring the pitiful letters in which Chaloner bewailed his<br />

innocence with ETP guile, Newton dumped a massive pile of evidence on the jury. They had<br />

Chaloner prosecuted, convicted and put to death. Newton didn't even bother attending the<br />

execution.<br />

Next time you think of Sir Isaac Newton, imagine him sitting in the dark bowels of the Tower of<br />

London, fingers steepled as he stares off into space, pondering not universal forces, but how to<br />

undermine the tangled criminal web of London.<br />

300 Levenson, 2009<br />

301 Levenson, 2009

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