A decent man wouldn’t want a shady deal to clear his name
IMAGINE looking in the mirror – even a gilded one, in a palace – and trying to meet your own eye, knowing the best defence to accusations against you is a dodgy deal, done without your knowledge, by a paedophile.
Even if you deny these accusations and claim complete innocence.
That’s where Andrew finds himself. And you thought your return to postfestive real life in January was tough.
How can he feel good – or even just OK – about relying on this exploitative agreement between Virginia Giuffre, a poor young women who had been groomed, abused and shamefully used, and Jeffrey Epstein?
The 2009 contract dictates that Ms Giuffre won’t “sue anyone connected to Epstein who could be described as a potential defendant”, which is vague to say the least.
But why has it come to this anyway? Wouldn’t any decent man want his name cleared fair and square rather than depending on such a shady deal?
In fact, doesn’t logic dictate that if any of us were accused of anything we hadn’t done we’d be fully co-operating, desperate to prove our innocence?
SWEATING
If Andrew really has no involvement here, apart from the friendship and sleepovers with paedophile Epstein that he admits, why isn’t he pulling out all the stops to let everyone know?
Instead, the FBI says Andrew has ignored numerous requests to be questioned. He’s now involved in a civil case with Ms Giuffre, who he insists he cannot recall ever meeting despite photographic evidence that he did.
He told Emily Matlis that he was incapable of sweating, at odds with Ms Giuffre’s description of him “sweating profusely” as they danced together, however his lawyers now admit there is no evidence to support this.
They have also revealed that there are no witnesses able to corroborate his Pizza Express Woking alibi.
This year is the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee, marking 70 years on the throne. Seven decades of service, duty and loyalty. It should be a time of joy and celebration, probably much needed by the relatively new widow.
But as the old saying goes, a mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child…