My father is Bertram J. Seligman. From simple observation and a study of history,
I believe he was the greatest trader that ever lived. Yes,
greater than Jesse Livermore who befriended Bert because of his talent.
Bert traded like an old master painted. He used to trade 10% of the NYSE's volume and ended the day with a 500 share position. He taught me to trade from as far back as I can remember. I sat beside him in the car, in the office, and in the house.
We failed miserably as father and son but succeeded beyond anyone's wildest imagination as partners. He was also a business man. He financed the first movies in aircraft via
"In-flight Motion Pictures, Inc." He put the first refrigeration device in trucks via
"Thermo King Inc."
A partner of SmithBarney who ran its trading department had inadvertently become a controlling shareholder in a small company and called
Bert when the company asked him to lower his position. Bert took on the man's entire position and control of the company and went on to promote
Dr. Land's new camera. The company eventually became
Polaroid and Dr. Land visited my home on several occasions.
Bert financed a company that had invented a feminine hygiene product called
Pursettes which was sold in the U.S. through the 1960's and 1980's. One of the great fortunes he made was in a metals company called
Strategic Materials.
He was also a partner in deals and trading operations with
Jesse Livermore,
Old man Kennedy and
Arthur Cowen. He invented what is today called the NASDAQ.
At my request, he left me totally out of any financial or material inheritance, having given me more than that: the knowledge to spot value in businesses and - more importantly - how to trade for a living.
I was in a trading department when I was 12 years old. At 19, I was an over-the-counter market maker maintaining 35 markets. That is the training and qualification you need to handle huge margin positions.
During the entire gold market, I never got a margin call - not because I never made a mistake but rather because I margined myself and if a call was pending I liquidated my holdings before the close of that trading day.
I am trained to be a survivor in a battle that takes no prisoners. You may not be. I live markets day and night. I come from the lineage of
Jesse Seligman and a famous banking family.
Now you will love this. The Cartel of Common interest is comprised largely of
Seligman firms.
Yes, my ancestors founded them all except Merrill.
Goldman and
Lehman are my family's. Many of you made fun of me when I first told you those cartel members had met their match. Well, they have. They face the bloodline of their founder and did not know it until now.
Read the book,
Our Crowd by Stephen Birmingham and it's all there. Markets, metals and entrepreneurialism course through my entire body not just my blood. The market is my mistress, but--compared to the real life equivalent--I thrive on the volatility associated with this one.
I am committed totally to markets. I love risk and feel alive only when all is committed. Absolutely nothing else in the material sense interests me. Now that I have played the material game, even that no longer interests me. Money does not interest me. I have given away much more than I have. The game interests me. The game is called building companies and trading markets.
Now I am passing my love of this business on to whoever recognizes the gift and is willing to run with it. My two youngest children have chosen to go their own routes outside the financial sphere and my eldest daughter is in my service in Africa. She is an adventurer in her own right but remains uncomfortable with the intensity I show when the bell rings, which is her feminine prerogative.
For the curious, my name has been James E. Sinclair since the day I was born. My mother was Abbey's Irish Rose.