Look what the cat dragged in
By 
Shorter Alan Dershowitz: OK I used to hang out sometimes on Jeffrey Epstein’s private child rape island with other degenerate sophistos, but I never saw anything inappropriate! Also too everyone is innocent until proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt, especially me:
My wife and I were introduced to Ghislaine Maxwell by Sir Evelyn and Lady Lynne de Rothschild, and we subsequently met her on several occasions — generally in the presence of prominent people such as Bill and Hillary Clinton, Nobel Prize-winning scientists, presidents of universities, and prominent academic and business people. We never saw her do anything inappropriate. We knew her only as Jeffrey Epstein’s thirty-something girlfriend.
Now she stands accused of serious crimes allegedly committed a quarter of a century ago. Like every other arrested person, she must be presumed innocent. Many in the public however, will presume her guilty because of the portrayal of her in the Netflix series about Jeffrey Epstein.
A woman groomed by Jeffrey Epstein and his confidante Ghislaine Maxwell claims Maxwell raped her “more than 20 or 30 times” when she was a teenager in the 1990s. The woman, who asked for her identity to be concealed, told Fox News in an interview that she was willing testify against Maxwell, who was arrested by the FBI on Thursday in a remote New Hampshire mansion and charged with recruiting and grooming girls for underage sex. The woman said she was introduced to the pair by a friend in Florida, and Maxwell would often pick her up from school and take her shopping. She was sexually abused repeatedly by Epstein and Maxwell until she fell pregnant with Epstein’s baby at 16. She said the couple threatened her into silence and she aborted the baby.
Stay healthy, Ghislaine.
“Well–goodbye.” We shook hands and I started away. Just before I reached the hedge I remembered something and turned around.
“They’re a rotten crowd,” I shouted across the lawn. “You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”
I’ve always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end. First he nodded politely, and then his face broke into that radiant and understanding smile, as if we’d been in ecstatic cahoots on that fact all the time. His gorgeous pink rag of a suit made a bright spot of color against the white steps and I thought of the night when I first came to his ancestral home three months before. The lawn and drive had been crowded with the faces of those who guessed at his corruption–and he had stood on those steps, concealing his incorruptible dream, as he waved them goodbye.
I thanked him for his hospitality. We were always thanking him for that–I and the others.