Epstein Secrets

evel plea deals and Palm Beach District Attorney Barry Krischer takes the unusual step of empanelling a

clear, it must be murky. Sure, Goldman Sachs partners and tech geniuses, they might have stratospheric wealth, but what to make of a Coney Island, Zelig-like no-namer? In 1994, just at the moment when Prince Charles is on television acknowledging his love for Camilla Parker Bowles, Jeffrey Epstein i

evel plea deals and Palm Beach District Attorney Barry Krischer takes the unusual step of empanelling a

characterization persist: if it's not clear, it must be murky. Sure, Goldman Sachs partners and tech fortunes, but what to make of a Coney Island, Zelig-like no-namer? In 1994, just at the moment when Prince Charles is on television acknowledging his love for Camilla Parker Bowles, Jeffrey Epstein i

group (characterized by the late Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater as a “bunch of kooks”) wrote to Justice

e surely lived the passion of my times and I’ve been very lucky, at least so far. (I don’t want to give myself a “kneina hura.”!’) Like the fictional Zelig in Woody Allen’s great film of that name, I was privileged to have been present—literally or virtually—at many of the most important legal and politi

y the remnants of the conservative movement after Barry Goldwater’s apocalyptic defeat in 1964, had, with

iser; and Wilbur Ross, the commerce secretary. (Ross was widely ridiculed for never missing an Air Force One opportunity—as Bannon put it, “Wilbur is Zelig, every time you turn around he’s in a picture.””) This trip and the robust American delegation was the antidote, and alternate universe to the Muelle