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De: Charles Paxton Martin <paxton en jet.es>
Para: Planetario <planetario en cin.es>
Fecha: domingo 15 de febrero de 1998 1:34
Asunto: Re: agradecimiento

Planetario wrote:
>
> Querido Charles,
>         al final no me pude despedir de ti en el Congreso. Muchas gracias (propias
> y en nombre de ARP) por el trabajo enorme (y de tanta calidad) que
> realizaste.
>
> Un saludo,
>
> javier armentia
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He aquí algo para los escépticos.

Un saludo,

Charles Paxton Martin
Title: Features - Other -- Barron's Online
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Monday, February 16, 1998

Nigeria Confidential

A target of a widespread scam tells a cautionary tale

thin rule
By Vincent S. Castellano


It started innocently enough last summer. A hand-addressed brown envelope resembling junk mail. The letter was from someone identified as Dr. A.O. Moses, an accountant at the Nigerian National Petroleum Corp. In an audit, he asserted, he had found a payment authorization for $19.5 million to a defunct company. Although the legitimate recipient no longer existed, the money still did and could be paid into a bank account of someone said to be representing the firm. In short, Moses added, he would like to send that money into my bank account, and he was willing to give me a commission of 30%-$5,850,000 -- for my help. I put the letter aside, not knowing what to make of it. Was it a practical joke? Could it be real? Why had I been chosen to receive the letter? (The missive said that some unidentified person had recommended me.) And if there were one chance in a million the offer was on the level, could I afford to pass it up?

My judgment was increasingly undermined by daydreams of what it would be like to get $6 million. Money like that would raise my standard of living to a level I could only dream of. A new house, private college for the kids, the lifestyle of a gentleman of leisure. Fast cars, faster women. I even did some research on offshore banks, where I might transfer the money.

Maybe Dr. Moses was scamming the Nigerian National Petroleum Corp. But so what? He was breaking the law, not I, I rationalized. (Actually, anyone who took part in his plan would be an accomplice to a crime.) Besides, $6 million is a lot of money. Maybe this was God's way of rewarding me for a (relatively) virtuous life. Maybe it was crazy, maybe it was a scam, but what did I have to lose? Moses wasn't cheating me! I was 45 years old; maybe my long-lost ship finally had come in. And this time, it wouldn't be the Staten Island ferry.

When I called Moses, he was very happy to hear from me, but he had some questions. Had I told anyone about this "highly confidential transaction"? No. Did I have an account that could handle this without attracting notice? Of course (which was a lie). Could I send the account information immediately? Hmmm. Who knew what mischief that could cause? I thought quickly and decided that I would set up an escrow account and give him the number. In addition to making him happy, this would provide another benefit: I would have absolute control over the entire $19.5 million.

Moses called back a week later, saying he had obtained all approvals. By this time, my reservations had diminished. I began to think that, in a matter of days, almost $20 million would be in my grasp. I began examining new-car ads. Suddenly, I felt better-looking, even taller. Maybe a 30% commission wasn't good enough. I deserved more for my sharp business acumen.

Soon, I received 12 pages of official documents crowded with legal stamps, seals and cryptic signatures from the Central Bank of Nigeria, NNPC, and my Nigerian lawyers, Enaki Enaki & Co. I didn't even know I had lawyers in Nigeria!

The documents were inconsequential, except for two that troubled me. One document, an affidavit, said I was the contractor under the original contract with the Nigerian National Petroleum Corp. Great -- perjury! The second document was from "Dr. Paul Ogwuma, executive governor of the Central Bank of Nigeria." He wanted me to come to his country to sign the documents. He explained that this was necessary to prevent payment to the wrong party.

Gulp! I had to go to Nigeria? In response to my queries, some banker friends told me that Nigeria was plagued by well-organized criminals who had been accused of committing frauds around the globe. In fact, the more I learned about the nature of some of their scams, the more concerned I became that I was the target of one of the most classic.

In this scam, the con artists typically ask for help in hiding large sums of money in a U.S. account. The money supposedly has been obtained, they say, through overpayment on a government contract. American individuals or companies are promised that they will get a slice of the take once the funds are transferred to the States. But at the last minute, before anything is paid, the scamsters ask for a fee or tax, which must be sent to Nigeria. Send that money, and you can kiss it goodbye.

In the days after I had been approached, however, I didn't know all this. I did know, however, that the State Department advises U.S. citizens not to travel to Nigeria. Why? Because violent crime, kidnapping and extortion are common there. The Nigerian government has a reputation for being slow to respond to criminal complaints by foreigners, and the U.S. can be of limited assistance if you are detained. If the Nigerians wanted a reason to arrest me, perjury makes for a very good one. In any case, I told Moses I couldn't go. I had several excuses: I didn't have a visa ("We'll send you an official letter of invitation," he replied); the State Department had issued an advisory ("It is just political propaganda"); my traveling to Africa wasn't part of our deal ("It's an unexpected contingency; great rewards require great risks").

[Media]
One of the warnings that Nigeria's central bank has been running in publications around the globe.

But my antennae really went up when Moses -- sounding like a used-car salesman saying "trust me" -- pledged to guarantee my personal safety. Once Moses realized I was adamant, he suggested that we get "my" Nigerian lawyers to represent me at the central bank.

Days later, Moses told me that Enaki Enaki & Co. wanted 2% of the $19.5 million contract's value as a fee, with half paid in advance. The lawyers wanted $195,000 immediately wired to their account in a bank in Boston. But why couldn't the fee be paid from proceeds after the transfer? I called one of the Enakis. No amount of cajoling would get him to modify his demand. The next day, Moses reported he had convinced Enaki to cut the advance fee to a mere $100,000.

I became very frank with my new good friend: "I don't know you or the Enakis. I am not sending you $100,000. That's just bad business. You must borrow the money, find a partner, find a loan shark. They will get paid in a week."

Moses then appealed to my greed. He talked about his dreams, and by implication, mine. He wanted to change his life with a once-in-a-lifetime windfall. That was a thought that hit home. A couple of days later, Moses told me he had sold his home and his car, raising $25,000, but that we still needed $75,000.

I was weakening.

In fact, I was on the verge of doing something very stupid when Masters of Deception, a book on white-collar crime that I had ordered, arrived. On a hunch, I turned to the index. To my enormous disappointment, there was a section on the "Nigerian Scam."

With my head, I realized that I simply had become the latest mark. My heart was harder to convince. I kept hoping that Moses was scamming the Nigerian National Petroleum Corp. instead of me. A trip to the Internet removed any doubt that I was being foolhardy. The Nigerian Scam is more commonly called the "419 scam" (named after the section of the Nigerian statute that makes it a crime), and the "advance fee fraud" by the U.S. Secret Service.

There are so many variations on this fraud that it is impossible to describe them all, but according to the 419 Coalition (http://home.rica.net/alphae/419coal/) they have three common elements: They all center on greed (yours), gullibility (yours) and money (yours).

Until recently, the 419 scam had operated with impunity for more than a decade almost exclusively out of Nigeria. But in the past few years, the scam has spread to Europe, according to a Secret Service spokesman. The spokesman said the agency documents more than $100 million in 419 scams every year -- and that figure underestimates the scope of the fraud because many victims never report the crime. Many experts estimate that the true toll exceeds $1 million per day in the U.S. alone. Millions of scam letters are mailed every year, to targets found in telephone books, trade associations and mailing lists, and have been received in more than 75 countries. The Secret Service has a database of tens of thousands of Nigerian phone numbers that have been used by 419 scamsters. Pretty impressive, considering that there are fewer than 600,000 working phone numbers in the entire country.

The 419 scam is, of course, illegal in Nigeria, too. And although the Nigerian government has been advertising to warn people about the scams, they exist on such a massive scale many law enforcement officials believe that senior members of successive Nigerian governments have colluded with the crooks. (The government strongly denies this.) In fact, since receiving the initial letter, I've received two similar ones from Nigeria, from gentlemen who want to be my good friends, too.

As for Dr. Moses, he still hasn't given up. Recently, he called me and suggested that we meet in Amsterdam to take some steps that, he said, would bring us both toward our goals. And, oh, by the way, he added, don't forget to bring along "$15,000 in cash to cover expenses." Sorry, doc, you won't be seeing me. I'm going back to playing Lotto: It's legal and, frankly, the odds of collecting are better.

VINCENT S. CASTELLANO is producer and host of "Real Estate Nightmares," a talk show on WEVD, a New York radio station.



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