Epstein Secrets

rties cases, heard the “I have a dream” speech of Martin Luther King, was close to the Cuban Missile Crisis, and

ighest grade in the city. You’re a faker,” he complained, not bothering even to congratulate me on passing. Several months later when my second son, Jamin, was about to be born, I asked the judge for the day off to accompany my wife to the hospital. He asked, “Isn’t Sue’s mother here?” She was. “You did

ll decent people is the same: color blindness. As Martin Luther King was to put it so eloquently several years la

w investigation. My goal was to secure a new trial for the ex heavyweight champ. I assembled a superb team, which included my brother Nathan, my son Jamin, who had just completed a two year stint with the New York Legal Aid Society following his graduation from Yale Law School and a clerkship with the C

he line from anti-Zionism to anti-Semitism—a line Martin Luther King warned about in a speech at Harvard shortly

dge and a vacation home on Martha’s Vineyard. We began to collect art and to open our home to students and charity events. Shortly thereafter, my son Jamin married Barbara and had two children, Lori and Lyle, making me a relatively young grandfather. Clients, including several billionaires, were flockin