The problem is you don't know the difference between the CRA and the lowering of standards to get more minorities to buy homes.
It was about far more than getting minorities to buy homes. Way more. Your head has been stuffed full of shit.
Tell me something. When you saw all those white middle class neighbors foreclosing in your housing development, did you say to yourself, "Gee, I had no idea Biff was a negro!"
It spread into other things, but the original idea was because of minority ownership.
Nope. The original idea was to get fees from all the exotic products they were selling.
That's. It.
It had little to do with minorities. Most of the target borrowers were middle class.
After all, a middle class borrower can borrow a lot more money than some low income urban black. McMansions, HELOCs, Option ARMs, etc.
And the loan originators were in no way forced to make those loans as the bigoted ignorant ***** who filled your head with shit would have you bleev.
No, nobody forced them to make the loans, but why should they turn down good money? Why should they give all that business to their competitors? Banks only made the loans and collected the processing fees. After that, off the loans went into converted securities and it wasn't their problem any longer.
Exactly.
All those HELOCs your white middle class neighbors took out were thrown at them.
After the crash, I went to a housing auction to scoop up some properties. We were required to bring cashier's checks for earnest money.
At the bank, as the officer pushed the checks to me with one hand, she literally pushed a HELOC application toward me with her other hand.
I was stunned. This was as housing prices were CRASHING!
I shoved the paperwork back at her and said, "This is exactly how we got into this mess!" Then I asked her how the **** she thought houses would acquire equity in a crashing market.
These bank types are not the brightest people in the world.
But the insanity did not end there.
I had been watching the prices of many, many properties for years. I had them all committed to memory.
Two weeks before the auction, the For Sale signs were removed from all the distressed houses. Anyone going to the auction could not drive by and see how much they had been selling for.
But I knew exactly how much their asking prices had been.
When I got to the auction, you can imagine my surprise and cynicism when the bidders shot their bids past the recent asking price on each house within 30 seconds.
Again, I was stunned.
I was patient, though. Every single house I had been interested in was back on the market within a month, because the bidders could not follow through on their idiotic bids. They lost their earnest money in the process, too.
They DESERVED to lose their asses.
Then I had my pick of houses at rock bottom prices. Pennies on the dollar.