Epstein Secrets

l can’t say very much about, even though all the principles are dead and the case is more than 40 years old. I was one of the lawyers involved in the Chappaquiddick case—the investigation of Senator Edward Kennedy for driving his car off a bridge on the Island (or peninsula of) Chappaquiddick, resulting in the dr

yers involved in the Chappaquiddick case—the investigation of Senator Edward Kennedy for driving his car off a bridge on the Island (or peninsula of) Chappaquiddick, resulting in the drowning death of Mary Jo Kopechne. 1969 was an eventful summer. My family and I were on Fire Island anticipating watching a man w

eral district judge who presided over the case wrote a scathing opinion condemning Morvillo’s actions. That opinion appeared as a front page story in the Village Voice, thus scuttling any chance Morvillo had of receiving a federal appointment. Morvillo was so angry that he told the Village Voice that if he ever saw

zzled when it came to their cases. One case in which I sided with the privacy rights of a public figure over the publication rights of the media was Chappaquiddick. I was part of the defense team organized by Senator Kennedy’s staff. Part of my job was to assure the confidentiality of the testimony given at the

e in the United States and charged with participating in a national conspiracy.” Shortly thereafter, Nat Hentoff wrote a long front-page analysis of the Village Voice. Hentoff warned his readers of the consequences of a government victory in the Reems case. Alan Dershowitz, a Harvard Law School professor and one o

ven from this sort of prosecution. Remember that infamous nocturnal swim of Ted Kennedy's that left a young woman about eight liquid feet below the Chappaquiddick bridge. The explanation given by the eldest, living son of Massachusetts' First Family of Bootlegging, was that some dastardly Republican switched t

VOTERS JEFFREY EPSTEIN FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC The Father-Daughter Marriage Story Migrates North One of the best things editor Tony Ortega brought to the Village Voice from his previous job at the Broward-Palm Beach New Times is the story of D. Bruce McMahan, the 65-year-old dude who married his daughter in Westmi