Karen Coleman: White-collar scoundrels destroyed trust in banks
WHEN I was growing up in Co Cork, a trip to the bank manager was a big occasion that required lots of fuss and attention to detail. Sunday suits would be taken out of wardrobes, shoes would be polished and hair coiffured for the occasion.
The bank manager was held in the same privileged position as the priest. They were the kind of people you'd dress up for in your Sunday best. You tipped your cap to them and showed them the respect their status in the community commanded. They were special people who required deferential treatment.
Thankfully, those days of kowtowing to the State's alleged pillars of society are over. And their descent from their elevated pulpits is entirely of their own making. From paedophile priests to cowboy bankers, we were betrayed by those we thought were looking after us.