High life
Rough justice
Taki
ne thing I was told by people who know about such matters just before the start of the libel case brought against me by Madame Rosemary Marcie-Merciere back in 1986 was that my involuntary stay with the Queen two years previously would not be mentioned in court.
Yet the first thing that paragon of mas- culine looks Richard (Two-inch) Hartley did was to bring it up. He was acting under the instructions of Peter Farter Ruck, so the low blow did not surprise me. What did was the reaction of the bewigged buffoon, Judge Otton, who allowed it. It was obvious that Otton couldn't stand me. I imagine he and I have different lifestyles, and I also imagine that in an orgy he'd be the type to do it with his own wife.
So the point was made that I was a bad person, that I had done time, and of course I went down. I thought it unjust because an article stands on its own whether it's libel- lous or not, not on the writer's previous behaviour. I have never since, nor will I ever again trust a British judge.
Mind you, watching the Palm Beach trial makes me wish old Otton was presiding. This Lupo woman is a disgrace. In fact the trial must be a symbol of a criminal justice system run amok. Here is William Smith, a person by whom at least three women have sworn to have been beaten, and two among them raped, and this loopy broad does not allow his past to be mentioned in court.
Although not a legal expert, it seems to me that Judge Lupo does not wish to get in the Kennedy bad books. What else can it be? How can anyone keep out the stories that old Willy whips his willy out at every opportunity and when girls say no he turns nasty? I was the first one to write about this in these pages, and after the rest of the media picked it up women came out of the woodwork the way I knew they would.
Stories about Smith have been around for years. The Kennedy machine, however, has a bit more muscle than old Taki. The story I liked the most during Ted Kennedy's testimony was the one that had him and the family talking about the death of Steve Smith on that particular night of Good Friday, and how it upset him so he had to rouse the boys out of bed and go to Au Bar. Yes, Teddy. And pigs might fly.
My fearless prediction is that Smith gets off and the alleged victim — already no saint — gets branded as the hustler and blackmailer she isn't. Well, it could be worse. She could have invested her life sav- ings in Maxwell stock. Which brings me to yet another double standard.
My, how lefty or envious types go on against Rupert Murdoch, a man with an impeccable financial record built up over 35 years, a big borrower maybe, but a man who has never defaulted or shut down a newspaper. Murdoch's great fault? Easy. He's a conservative, and it took the Har- vard and Chappaquiddick man to drive him out of New York. These lefty types sat on their hands while Maxwell stole everyone blind, as did the bewigged buffoons. I think the lawyers and judges should make up the missing Maxwell millions.
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