Epstein: The Maxwell Connection
By George Galloway
August 23, 2019 "Information
Clearing House" - As Jeffrey Epstein’s accomplice Ghislaine Maxwell
appears to have fallen off the face of the Earth, it’s little remembered in the
media how I fought a long war against her father Robert and the part I played in
his downfall.
It would be scarcely worth recalling at this distance if it did not shed light,
or rather a cloud of suspicion, over Maxwell’s favourite child Ghislaine, now at
the centre of a dark and fascinating story as bizarre as any which enveloped her
late father.
I first met Robert Maxwell when he was an enormously powerful and fiercely
intimidating media mogul in the early 1980s. It was in the green room of the
BBC’s then flagship program Question Time, hosted by Sir Robin Day – then the
doyen of BBC grandees.
“Ah, Mr Galway (sic),” boomed Mr Maxwell, “the PLO man.” At which point he
punched me so hard in the solar plexus I doubled over, tears in my eyes. As was
the wont of the British establishment at the time, my fellow participants and
Sir Robin himself averted their eyes and pretended not to see.
At the time and for nearly a decade, I was closely associated with the
then-British satirical magazine Private Eye, writing regularly and providing
stories and leads for others, regularly attending the legendary Private Eye
lunches at the Soho waterie The Coach and Horses, presided over by the founder
and editor of the magazine, Richard Ingrams.
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About a year after Maxwell striking his first blow, I submitted a story to
Private Eye which, embellished by others, was published and upon which he sued
and fought an epic court battle with us. He won.
Although the editor Richard Ingrams spent a night in the cells for refusing to
name me as the source, it was soon obvious to Maxwell that it was me and we
began a war of attrition which lasted until his death.
In October of 1991, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and celebrity journalist
Seymour Hersh caused to be delivered to my home late one Saturday night a file
of papers, a synopsis of a book he had written in which he made serious
allegations against Maxwell. So fearsome was Maxwell’s power at the time, he had
obtained pre-publication injunctions against anyone publishing any word of it,
against anyone printing it, against anyone distributing it, against anyone
selling it. In Britain, the Hersh book did not exist.
But I – as a member of the British Parliament – enjoyed the ancient right of
legal privilege on anything I said in the Parliament or published on the Order
Paper. Moreover, so could anyone else reporting fairly anything I said or wrote
there. And so I did.
Inter-alia I accused Maxwell of being a thief, of stealing his own employee’s
pension funds, of being an agent of the Israeli intelligence service Mossad, and
of betraying the whereabouts in London of the brave Israeli Jewish whistleblower
Mordechai Vanunu, causing him to be kidnapped, drugged, and delivered, his jaws
wired like Hannibal Lector to ensure his silence, to Israel where he eventually
served decades in solitary confinement and even now is not free to talk or
travel.
My allegations exploded like a nuclear bomb in the life of Robert Maxwell.
He ordered his journalistic minions (whose pensions he had stolen) to “Piss all
over Galloway” and micturate they promptly did.
On the front page of all SIX of his national newspapers, they called me “a
jackal” of “scavenging in the dung-heap” a “friend of Arab terrorists” (“Ah, Mr
Galway (sic) the PLO man”) and above all of having lied and lied about their
proprietor.
Within weeks, the missing pensions were exposed, Maxwell was dead, having
fallen, jumped, or been pushed off the back of his yacht – the Lady Ghislaine –
off the Canary islands, and Maxwell was given a full Israeli-state funeral on
the Mount of Olives presided over by the Israeli president, prime minister and
no less than seven former and serving heads of the Mossad. In the eulogy,
tribute was paid to the “extraordinary service” Mr Maxwell had given to Israel.
The full story of which exact “services” he had provided were buried with him in
Jerusalem.
The fateful yacht was called the Lady Ghislaine because his daughter was his
favourite child (other daughters were available) and she was his favourite child
for a reason. Of all her siblings, Ghislaine Maxwell was the one who was most
like him.
Ghislaine Maxwell’s father’s body was lost to the deep and murky waters of
international intrigue. Where she will turn up is as yet unknown. What
“extraordinary service” she performed and for whom equally remains to be seen.
George Galloway is a British politician, broadcaster and writer. Between 1987 and 2015, except for a period between 2010–2012, he was a Member of Parliament for four constituencies, firstly for the Labour Party and later the Respect Party
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