To: TraderAlan who wrote (2273 ) 8/1/1999 6:37:00 PM From: KM Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 18137
Alan: You'll love this: 'It's a Bad Trading Day ...And It's About to Get Worse' His debts going up, his marriage going bad, an Atlanta day trader bludgeons his family to death and goes on a shooting spreeāa tragedy with a twist of cybergreed. The trail of terror. By Evan Thomas and T. Trent Gegax He thought they were friends. The two men had sat side by side, day after day, engaged in the legalized gambling known as "day trading" in the Atlanta office of All-Tech Investment Group. Mark Barton "was one of the nicest guys you ever met," recalled Fred Herder, his desk mate. "He was religious, and he was on the phone with his kids all the time." Barton was unlucky at betting on stocks, however, and All-Tech had yanked his trading privileges in April. Then last Thursday, Herder saw that Barton was back in the All-Tech trading room, dressed in baggy shorts that he often wore. Herder noticed something odd: despite the air conditioning, Barton was sweating profusely. Barton disappeared into the manager's office and Herder heard three shots ring out. When Barton came back to the trading room, he was brandishing a .45 automatic and 9mm pistol and firing wildly. Panicked, Herder tried to duck under his desk. Not fast enough: a bullet struck him in the back, wounding him seriously. Herder was one of the fortunate victims. Before Barton killed himself a few hours later, Barton turned a pair of gleaming office buildings in Atlanta's upscale Buckhead neighborhood into slaughterhouses, firing off about 40 rounds, killing nine people and wounding 13 others, two critically. At his first stop he declared, "It's a bad trading day, and it's about to get worse." At his second he announced, "I certainly hope this doesn't ruin your trading day." The shooting spree was ghastly but depressingly familiar. The twist this time was millennial cybergreed. Trying to cash in on go-go Internet stocks, part of a growing national subculture of day traders who rent space in brokerages and try to make fortunes on market fluctuations, Barton had fallen into a hole of debt. He blamed others: in a letter he wrote at dawn on his last day, he had declared, "I don't plan to live very much longer. Just long enough to kill as many of the people that greedily sought my destruction." The letter offered clues to a wound deeper than a margin call during a downturn in the Nasdaq Stock Market. Two nights before he typed his last testament, Barton beat his wife to death with a hammer. The next night, he fatally bludgeoned his two young children. In the letter, he explained, opaquely, that he had killed his children to save them from "a lifetime of pain... The fears of the father are transferred to the son. It was from my father to me and from me to my son." Money woes seem to have helped trigger Barton's explosion, but other, earlier dark moments hint strongly that his rage was boiling long before anyone had figured out how to play the market in cyberspace. newsweek.com