While I was doing time with Sam Bankman-Fried at FCI Terminal Island, one moment told me exactly who he is:
Sam and I are walking the track when another prisoner, “Sal,” comes up to close a deal — Sam was trying to buy something, nothing shady, just commissary type stuff. Sal asks if Sam can have “his people” CashApp the money, a common way many people do business inside.
Sam’s answer: “No. My parents don’t like dealing with convicts.” Sal walked off. I turned to Sam: “You do know you’re a fucking convict too, right?”
That was the moment I understood him. In his mind, he was never actually one of us. The rules, the labels, the consequences — those were for us little people.