Epstein Secrets

ould certainly consider such an offer. Eventually President Kennedy appointed someone else, deeming Taylor too libera

cases; * played a role, sometimes large, sometimes small, in some of the most cataclysmic events of the last half century—from the assassination of JFK, to the forced resignation of Richard Nixon, to the Chappaquiddick investigation of Ted Kennedy, to the impeachment of President Clinton, to the war

heard the “I have a dream” speech of Martin Luther King, was close to the Cuban Missile Crisis, and partook of events following the assassination of John F. Kennedy. As a young lawyer, I played a role in the Pentagon Papers case, the forced resignation of Richard Nixon, and the anti-war prosecutions of Dr. Spock

appointed but he knew it would have taken a miracle to overcome the objections of the Justice Department, and he didn’t have close connections to the Kennedys. “Good for you. Not so good for me. And good for the country,” is how he summarized the appointment to me a few days later. Good for me, because the

ll, in some of the most cataclysmic events of the last half century—from the assassination of JFK, to the forced resignation of Richard Nixon, to the Chappaquiddick investigation of Ted Kennedy, to the impeachment of President Clinton, to the war crimes trials of accused war criminals, to the defense of Israel in

nd anticipating watching a man walk on the moon. I had no idea how much more exciting the summer would become. I received a call from one of Senator Kennedy’s aides, telling me that the Senator had been involved in a fatal automobile accident and asking me to make my way to Martha’s Vineyard—a place I had

he Bible, and simply assumed that it must have been about adultery. So much for journalistic integrity. Shortly after the Clinton case was resolved, John Kennedy, Jr.—the late son of the former President—called and asked me if I would contribute an article to his magazine, George. He asked me if I would descri

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

run. (An example of this last category, at least with the benefit of hindsight, was the decision by The New York Times to withhold publication of the Kennedy administration’s imminent intention to invade the Bay of Pigs in Cuba. Had it disclosed this information, the fiasco might have been called off, many

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

s escorted home. Yep, Pat summed it all up when he stopped at the door of the Hawk and Dove watering hole, and slurred, "By God, it's great to be a Kennedy!" Entered rehab. No prosecution. Jeffrey Epstein, fat cat, and frequent visitor to the Clinton soirees, got all caught up in a Palm Beach sting tar

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