Excerpt
CHAPTER ONE Before the Score THERE WAS A time when credit didn’t come from a database. It came from a handshake. You didn’t need a number to borrow money. You needed a name and a reputation. You walked into the bank, looked the lender in the eye, and made your case. Maybe they knew your family. Maybe they knew your business. Maybe they just had a gut feeling. But it was human. Messy, subjective, and personal. In some ways, it was better. In others, it was worse. Because the truth is, personal credit only worked for people who looked like the lender. White men lending to other white men. A small-town power loop of trust and familiarity. If you were an outsider, which meant Black, immigrant,...