SDNY COURTHOUSE,
Dec 16 -- Ghislaine Maxwell's
first witness was her own personal assistant
Cimberly Espinosa. She described Epstein's
office on Madison Avenue as a real, ongoing
business, with lawyers in one room and she
and Ghislaine in another.
No, she said, she never seen sex on top of
Epstein's desk.
She had seen "Jane" -- wink, wink, dox, dox
-- come to the office, with her mother, and
be treated with upmost respect. Yes, these
photographs and the cover envelope she had
kept all these years were headshots from the
soap opera Jane was on. Cimberly with a C
knew it because she was a big fan of that
soap opera.
When
it came time for cross examination, the
prosecutor had only one question: Did you
ever go to Palm Beach?
No,
Espinosa said, apparently awaiting follow
up.
"No
further questions."
Some
said massive burn, but was this approach the
right one?
Maxwell's
memory decay expert, fresh from telling the
same tale about tales for Harvey Weinstein,
got different treatment. On direct she
described tricking people into
mis-remembering seeing Bugs Bunny in Disney
World when "as anyone knows" Bugs is owned
by Warner Brothers.
"What's
up, Doc?" Loftus said.
Kurt
repeated it under his breath: What's up with
you, Doc? She was charging $600 a hour,
Loftus told her handler. The survivors by
contrast had gotten three hundred a pop. The
prosecutor asked or said, Don't you raise
your asking price, Doctor Loftus, each time
you testify in for an affluent defendant?
Loftus,
not surprisingly, resented the inference.
But jurors took notes, and some it was time
for a Customs and Border Protection officer,
to certify to the entry and re-entry of
three of the four survivor witnesses, and a
Palm Beach School District records manager
to begin authenticating documents from one
of Epstein's many fishing pools, before
Jean-Luc Brunel's MC2 model agency, with its
shows in Morocco in FrancAfrique that
Jeffrey would fly to for paid hook-ups, no
translation needed.
It had not, Kurt concluded, been about
Western Sahara. That was a separate form of
exploitation, all about the phosphorous and
now wind and solar farms. Epstein had ruled
an empire of sleaze on which the sun never
set.
After
Judge Nathan pulled the plug right at 5 pm,
still not having said when she had been for
those three days, Kurt ran out to Pearl
Street to join the media scrum awaiting the
running of the lawyers. He did it live
stream, sometimes upside down, until at
least a news-maker emerged.
It was Maxwell's silver haired brother
again, and as Kurt fell in with the
cameramen and -women following his and
Isabel Maxwell to the vigil for Uber in
front of 40 Foley, Kurt yelled, "Has the
United Nations got back to you about your
petition?"
"No,
not the United Nations," came the reply.
Asked and answered. The UN was corrupt,
unaccountable at law but incarnation
of impunity that Kurt could not leave alone.
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(2d).
Note:
On October 29,
2021 and again on November 12
Ghislaine
Maxwell and
the US
Attorney's
Office for the
Southern
District of
New York filed
a flurry of
motions in
limine,
heavily
redacted; the
Government
argued that
trial exhibits
are not public
and will be
withheld.
Inner City
Press opposed
and opposes
the continued
secrecy.
Inner City Press
will cover the trial, and all
the comes before and after it;
#CourtCaseCast and song I,
Song
2, Song
3, fifth song
and now Nov
27 song
The underlying
case is US v. Maxwell,
20-cr-330 (Nathan).
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