Everybody remembers the famous "T.D. Latz" photo. Nobody remembers the money fluttering away in the wind.
People from Cholon were throwing those pastel Samsonite two-suiter suitcases over the walls, literally stuffed with money, and the Marine Guards were throwing them back. Every so often, one of the suitcases would burst open, and the money would fly around in the air.
Nobody tried to grab it.
Money did not matter anymore.
They wanted refuge.