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FRANK SAVAGE, Chairman Emeritus of Howard University, served as chairman of Howard University from 1997 until 2004 and is credited with spearheading the widely successful Campaign for Howard. He is CEO of Savage Holdings LLC, a global financial services company. Prior to forming Savage Holdings, he was chairman of Alliance Capital Management International, a division of Alliance Capital Management, a $700 billion asset management subsidiary of AXA Equitable Life Insurance Company. Mr. Savage has had a distinguished career in international banking, corporate finance, and global investment management. He serves on the boards of several corporations and nonprofit organizations, including Bloomberg LP and the New York Academy of Medicine, having previously served on the boards of Lockheed Martin, Qualcomm, and the New York Philharmonic. Savage earned a BA from Howard University and an MA from the Johns Hopkins’ Paul H. Nitze School of Advanced International Studies. He was awarded an Honorary Doctorate in Humane Letters from Hofstra University and an Honorary Doctorate of Humanities from Howard University. Perhaps the award he is proudest of is the prestigious Lord Nelson Trophy as 2003 overall winner of the annual Antigua Race Week Regatta.

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By the standards of the America into which he was born, Frank Savage was about as unlikely a success story as you could find. Born in 1938, to the hardscrabble world of the North Carolina tobacco fields, raised in segregated Washington, DC, by a single mother―a hairdresser with little formal education―and sent to all-black schools, young Frank’s odds of making it in the “white world,” especially the world of high finance, were virtually nil. Yet, thanks to his God-given intelligence and the sense of self-worth, drive, and determination―not to mention a pronounced aptitude for business―instilled in him by his extraordinary mother, the self-styled “Madame La Savage International,” Frank Savage forged a career that has taken him around the world as a globe-trotting banker, venture capitalist, Fortune 500 asset manager, and world-class competitive yachtsman.

A compelling, deeply personal account from one of the first African-Americans to cross the color barrier and find success in the world of high finance, The Savage Way takes us on a fascinating journey through seventy-four years of a life very well-lived. Exhibiting a novelist’s gift for vivid scene-setting and the apt metaphor, Frank Savage moves relentlessly from Jim Crow America to the executive suites at Citibank, from Madame La Savage’s hair salon (where he learned his first and most important lessons on business and life) to his experiences as a banker and entrepreneur in New York, the Middle East, and his beloved Africa. And along the way, Savage shares priceless lessons he’s learned about the importance of self-confidence and adherence to one’s core values, the indispensable need for integrity, and an unwavering sense of ethics in all of one’s dealings, both in business and in life.

So much more than another dry, self-serving business memoir, The Savage Way is an inspiring narrative full of warmth, adventure, extraordinary achievement and tragic loss that is sure to resonate in the hearts and minds of all readers long after they’ve finished reading it.

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"La Savage defined success for me. For her, success was not only about one's material possessions. It was also about how one succeeded against all odds by believing in self, exhibiting integrity, and working hard and working smart. La Savage gave me the benefits of these lessons as surely as she gave me life back in 1938."
―from The Savage Way

By the standards of the America into which he was born, Frank Savage was about as unlikely a success story as you could find. Born in 1938, to the hardscrabble world of the North Carolina tobacco fields, raised in segregated Washington, DC, by a single mother―a hairdresser with little formal education―and sent to all-black schools, young Frank's odds of making it in the "white world," especially the world of high finance, were virtually nil. Yet, thanks to his God-given intelligence and the sense of self-worth, drive, and determination―not to mention a pronounced aptitude for business―instilled in him by his extraordinary mother, the self-styled "Madame La Savage International," Frank Savage forged a career that has taken him around the world as a globe-trotting banker, venture capitalist, Fortune 500 asset manager, and world-class competitive yachtsman.

A compelling, deeply personal account from one of the first African-Americans to cross the color barrier and find success in the world of high finance, The Savage Way takes us on a fascinating journey through seventy-four years of a life very well-lived. Exhibiting a novelist's gift for vivid scene-setting and the apt metaphor, Frank Savage moves relentlessly from Jim Crow America to the executive suites at Citibank, from Madame La Savage's hair salon (where he learned his first and most important lessons on business and life) to his experiences as a banker and entrepreneur in New York, the Middle East, and his beloved Africa. And along the way, Savage shares priceless lessons he's learned about the importance of self-confidence and adherence to one's core values, the indispensable need for integrity, and an unwavering sense of ethics in all of one's dealings, both in business and in life.

So much more than another dry, self-serving business memoir, The Savage Way is an inspiring narrative full of warmth, adventure, extraordinary achievement and tragic loss that is sure to resonate in the hearts and minds of all readers long after they've finished reading it.

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The Savage Way

John Wiley & Sons

Chapter One

The most dangerous thing is illusion. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

It was late summer 2001. I was 63 years old and on top of the world; and I very much liked the view. It felt like the zenith of my life as a man of business and investment, as a husband and father who had lived his life exceedingly well. And yet, I was convinced that there was more successes ahead for me.

I wasn't interested in taking it easy any time soon.

I had recently retired from Alliance Capital where I began as its chairman of the international division in 1993. That post, in the heady and rarefied universe of global finance, came after rising through the upper ranks of its parent company, Equitable Life Assurance Society of the United States, the third largest life insurance company in America and its wholly owned investment subsidiary, Equitable Capital Management Corporation. I was also thrilled to be launching the Africa Millennium Fund, my own operation. With it, I was seeking to realize my life's dream of creating a Western-style investment fund to drive much needed capital to a continent practically starving for development capital.

After all, I had created investment funds to invest in India, South Africa, and Egypt while at Alliance, so I was confident that I could accomplish this most ambitious continent-wide achievement.

Africa was important to me. Africa is me. I am Africa. I am an African man. That is one of the things that defines Frank Savage. Everyone will tell you that. I'm a lover of Africa. One way or the other, that's where we all come from; that's where humanity began. In terms of my heart and my soul, I have been in Africa since I was a kid. My mother planted that seed of the international deep within my imagination long, long ago. It never stopped growing.

In that late summer in 2001, I was serving on several prestigious boards overseeing major corporations and institutions of higher education. I believed, and still do, that part of the obligation of business leaders, men and women who have amassed a lifetime of skills, insights, and influential relationships, should share all what and who they know by sitting on the boards of various corporations and institutions. I must admit that I took pride in this, especially being, for instance, an active member of the board of trustees at Johns Hopkins University and the chairman of the board of trustees at Howard University, institutions that had helped to prepare me for my career.

I cannot tell you how pleased I was to be able to pledge $5 million to Howard; and at Johns Hopkins I set up one of the largest scholarships of its kind for African-American and African students in need of financial assistance to attend that university's premiere Nitze School of Advanced International Studies. My career in international finance owes a great debt to that school. And through the Frank and Lolita Savage Boost Fellowship, 50 other well-deserving students of color have gotten the same chance I did when I attended this incredible institution in the 1960s.

During that late summer, I sat on the boards of Lockheed Martin, Qualcomm, and Bloomberg LLC. I was also a member of the board of directors of Enron Corporation in what I had imagined would be a sort of crowning glory on an outstanding and fulfilling career.

These were good times. Or so I thought. I had experienced half a century of unrelenting success. And believe me, I never for one moment took that for granted. I remember cruising in Martha's Vineyard during the summer of 2001. It was so beautiful. I was below deck in my custom-crafted, air-conditioned skipper's cabin. I just sat there and took it all in. Jesus Christ, I thought, I'm so lucky.

I was making a lot of money. I was very successful in business, very successful when I was at Equitable where my job was to bring in what this multibillion-dollar concern did not have—international clients. I was able to attract more than $3 billion to Equitable Capital, which was unheard of. My early success there also marked the first time I was paid $1 million in a single year. And that was just a bonus. I went on to have tremendous success, tremendous. I could do whatever I wanted.

But one of the faults of that period was that people like me had so much success; we had too much money. We used it to buy things. I never thought that I would get into a period where I would ever have to ask questions like, should I buy this or should I buy that? Should I want to? For so long, I could always get whatever I wanted. And I had amassed enough wealth to guarantee a comfortable retirement, although actually retiring never really dawned on me.

Personally, life with my wife, Lolita, could not have been better. We always supported each other. I had my global financial work; she had her international career as a fine painter; together, we had our family, our lovely homes in Italy and another overlooking New York's Central Park. My family was proud of me, too. Many of my six children had settled into families of their own. Every year I made time to steal away with them and their children to the Vineyard when autumn and summer begin to blend like cool cream in hot coffee.

Lolita and I traveled the world on Alliance business. We'd fly off to South Africa, for instance; we jetted throughout Europe and Asia, all over. We attended some of the most prestigious business conferences in the world, like Davos in Switzerland, World Bank and the Institute of International Finance. It was a deeply enriching experience for us. And it certainly didn't hurt that Lolita is fluent in six languages and remarkably comfortable in the dizzying whirl of high finance in high places. There were times during these trips in which I happily felt much the way a young President John F. Kennedy said he felt when he was the man "who accompanied Jacqueline Kennedy to Paris."

Together, my wife and I cultivated friends from all parts of the world, of many cultures and religions. We were at ease in this environment and luxuriated in the silent solace of setting suns while living lives as bright and vibrant as high noon.

And there were my plans of adventure, sailing Lolita and racing her competitively, which posed just enough dash of danger to make it all the more enticing. And rewarding. My newest sailboat was showing great potential, having won virtually every race she had completed in the early summer races on Long Island Sound, New York.

Lolita had been delivered to me only months earlier. I had her built by the Swan factory in Pietarsaari, Finland, one of the finest shipyards in the world. I was planning to sail her around the world. And why not? This vessel, made by the ancestors of Vikings, practically arrived winning races. Call it a victory lap.

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Then months seemed to pass like hours, and it was September 11, 2001. I was in South Africa at my partner's office with the Africa Millennium Fund team on business when terrorists infamously crashed jet airliners into the World Trade Center towers in Lower Manhattan, then shortly later, another passenger jet into the Pentagon; and finally, another one crashed into a Pennsylvania field, killing all aboard. I was devastated by the sheer idea of it, the awful loss of 2,977 victims, innocent lives, the insult to morality and to my country. I worried about my family and...