Longtime Epstein housekeeper Juan Alessi put Maxwell much closer to Epstein’s Palm Beach bedroom—literally—than anyone else in the witness box has so far.
Alessi’s testimony was most damning for Maxwell in that he clearly said he’d seen two females he thought were under-age: “Jane” and Virginia Roberts. He said both had frequently visited Maxwell and Epstein in Palm Beach and accompanied them on trips on Epstein’s private plane.
He also mentioned the sex toys he’d had to clean up in Epstein’s bathroom after Epstein’s massages.
Alessi also testified Maxwell had issued “many, many” rules, including to never look Epstein directly in the eye and not speak to them unless spoken to.
He said that when, around 2000, Maxwell gave him a booklet of “rules” that was at least 30 pages long, he found it “degrading.”
Listening to all this, I was reminded how one of my sources told me that Maxwell’s usefulness to Epstein was that she told him “which salad fork to use.”
Unlike Epstein, who grew up in Coney Island, Maxwell had grown up in England the daughter of a global media tycoon. Basically, she was bringing Downton Abbey to Palm Beach.
This might all explain why one of the questions for potential jurors in the jury selection was whether they had any particular feelings about “people who are wealthy or have luxurious lifestyles.”
The vivid details of perceived snobbery in Alessi’s testimony will strike many as both repellant and incredibly odd. Most people don’t live like this, but rich people—particularly rich European people, as Maxwell was—definitely do.
Topless sunbathing—which Alessi said he saw a great deal of—would have been perfectly normal to Maxwell.
So, too, would the instruction to Alessi by Maxwell that read, “Remember that you see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing, except to answer a question directed at you. Respect their privacy.”
My gut suggests that Maxwell’s defense will argue today that, in the world she came from, that standard was ordinary.
Of course what’s *not* normal is underage girls hopping on planes and being jetted all over the place.
In the past two years while I’ve been researching “Chasing Ghislaine,” sources close to Maxwell’s defense team have told me consistently that they are unbothered by the fact that the Southern District of New York’s conviction rate is extraordinarily high—reportedly over 95%.
“I don’t care what the statistics are,” someone close to Maxwell and her lawyers told me nine months ago. “Ghislaine is innocent, and we will prove that.”
At the time, I thought this person was crazy. Now, however, I’m beginning to see why the defense appears so confident.
So far, testimony given by Epstein pilot Larry Visoski seems much more beneficial to Maxwell’s defense than to the prosecution.
Visoski told jurors that in the thirty years he flew Epstein’s planes, he never once saw an underage woman who was not accompanied by a parent and he never once saw anybody having sex or any evidence of sex.
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People sometimes forget that Steve Bannon has a background in Hollywood. But that informs everything he does. Bannon is now producing, writing, directing, and starring in his own movie, and we are going to see scenes right out of the Roger Stone playbook.
What we are watching is the self-canonization of Steve Bannon for the MAGA crowd. There’s not going to be a court appearance or a moment in public where Bannon will miss an opportunity to deliver rhetoric rallying the war cry to the millions of people who follow him.
From my reporting and the times I’ve spoken with him, I know full well that perception is reality in Bannon's world. Bannon is basically resurrecting himself even if he goes to jail—especially if he goes to jail—as the leader of the populist right.
This morning in court, Ghislaine Maxwell looked anything but unhealthy. She was glowing and relaxed. I was prepared for a shock, but the shock I got was different from the one I’d expected.
Maxwell wasn’t wearing prison garb or handcuffs, but instead a black turtleneck sweater and gray pants. Her hair was completely black and shoulder-length—the same style she wore when her father Robert Maxwell died thirty years ago.
Maxwell smiled when she walked into the courtroom. She chatted amiably with her attorneys. At one point, one of her attorneys, Jeffrey Pagliuca, reached out and brushed her bangs off her forehead. Bobbi Sternheim, another of her lawyers, rubbed her shoulder.