Epstein Secrets

nted among other fat cats in trouble, Worldcom's Bernie Ebbers and Goldman Sach's Lloyd Blankfein and is

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

nted among other fat cats in trouble, Worldcom's Bernie Ebbers and Goldman Sach's Lloyd Blankfein. Weing

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

dinner. My wife and I then attended a concert at Sanders Theater. At 5:30 on Saturday morning, I flew to

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

Michael Anton. Also included were Sarah Huckabee Sanders, the deputy press secretary; Dan Scavino, the adm

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