Wednesday, July 31, 2002
by Jeff Gillenkirk
People judging our country today by the likes of Enron’s Ken Lay, Adelphia’s Rigas family, Global Crossing’s Gary Winnick or Halliburton’s Dick Cheney might cast their gaze further down the corporate food chain — to Marvin Gillenkirk, my father.
This American never cashed in millions of dollars in stock options just days before the collapse of his enterprise. He never built a $7 million seaside mansion with severance pay from a corporation that couldn’t honor its workers’ pensions. While America’s Crookedest CEOs were stuffing their lifeboats, my father was quietly going through the last of his savings at a nursing home in Rochester, N.Y.