The Relentless Ego of Ghislaine Maxwell

On Wednesday afternoon, Ghislaine Maxwell was found guilty of conspiring with her late partner, Jeffrey Epstein, to recruit, groom, and sexually abuse underage girls, during a period spanning from 1994 to 2004. Maxwell, a former socialite and a daughter of the British media mogul Robert Maxwell, who maintained her innocence throughout the trial, was convicted on five of the six charges of which she was accused, and faces up to sixty-five years behind bars. (Judge Alison J. Nathan, of the United States District Court for the Southern District of New York, has yet to set a date for her sentencing.) When the jury announced its verdict, Maxwell, who was wearing a black mask and dark clothing, sat very still. According to the Times, she took a sip of water and touched her face briefly, before being ushered out of the courtroom. At no point did she betray any emotion.

For those of us who have been following United States v. Ghislaine Maxwell, the defendant’s sangfroid didn’t come as much of a surprise. The trial opened this past November, in Manhattan federal court, more than two years after Epstein, the disgraced financier, was found hanging in his jail cell, where he was awaiting his own trial for allegedly coercing dozens of young women and teen-age girls into sexual acts. In the course of Maxwell’s trial, which was widely seen as a last chance at justice for Epstein’s victims, four women—who were all under the age of eighteen when they first met the pair—testified to Epstein’s sex crimes, which were facilitated by Maxwell, and their words were often harrowing. (“She has caused hurt to many more women than the few of us who had the chance to testify in the courtroom,” one victim said.) And yet, aside from occasionally consulting with her legal team and taking notes, Maxwell remained sphinxlike throughout the trial, expressing no frailty and certainly no regret. One can only assume that this stance did not win her very many points with the jury.

Maxwell’s brand of chilly hauteur was on full display, early on, when the socialite, who was being drawn by a courtroom sketch artist, began to sketch the artist back—an act which, in its attempt to reverse the roles, smacked of a certain derision for the gravity of the proceedings around her. The moment, which became something of an Internet meme in the days following, also reminded me of Maxwell’s brazen gaze when she was photographed at—or arguably Photoshopped into a picture of—a Los Angeles-area In-N-Out Burger, soon after Epstein’s death. This was a woman who has long acted, and has continued to act, as if she had absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. (Her lead attorney has said that her team is already working on an appeal of the verdict.) When given a chance to explain her side of things, in court, Maxwell declined to take the stand, stating that “the government has not proven its case beyond a reasonable doubt, and so there is no need for me to testify.”

The government’s case, however, was damning. As Assistant U.S. Attorney Alison Moe noted in her closing argument, Maxwell “ran the same playbook over and over and over again as she exploited young girls,” preying on teens who often came from difficult family situations by reassuring them with her presence, acting the part of the “posh, smiling, respectable, age-appropriate woman.” (Judging from the stories the victims told on the stand, it seems that Maxwell was able to tone down her arrogant stonewalling when she wanted to.) She offered the girls money and gifts, such as Victoria’s Secret underwear, in return for them giving Epstein “massages,” which were merely a smoke screen for sexual abuse. One victim, testifying under the pseudonym “Jane,” told the court that, beginning when she was fourteen, Maxwell not only made her feel more comfortable with the increasingly sexualized atmosphere in Epstein’s estate in Palm Beach, Florida, but also actively participated in her abuse. “She, along with others, would just start taking their clothes off,” Jane said. “And Jeffrey would get on the massage table, and it would just, you know, sort of turn into this orgy.”

A second victim, testifying under the pseudonym Kate, told the court that when she was seventeen, Maxwell recruited her, under the guise of a friendly favor, to give Epstein a massage, which led to Kate being sexually abused for the next several years. (“She asked me if I had fun and told me that I was such a good girl, and that I was one of his favorites,” Kate said, of Maxwell.) A third woman, who testified under her first name, Carolyn, recounted how, starting at the age of fourteen and continuing up until she was eighteen, she would come to Epstein’s Palm Beach estate two or three times a week to give him sexualized massages—appointments that were often scheduled by Maxwell, who would then be present to greet Carolyn on her arrival. On one occasion, Maxwell entered the massage room where Carolyn was standing in the nude: “She came in and felt my boobs and my hips and my buttocks and said that . . . I had a great body for Mr. Epstein and his friends,” Carolyn testified. She also said that when she confessed to Maxwell that her own grandfather had began raping her when she was four years old, this revelation didn’t seem to deter Maxwell and Epstein from continuing to abuse her. A fourth woman, Annie Farmer—the only victim who testified under her own full name—spoke of Maxwell’s grooming methods: the socialite bought Farmer, who was sixteen at the time, cowboy boots and engaged her in amiable conversation, and later gave her a sexualized massage at Epstein’s ranch in New Mexico.

Officially, Maxwell was in charge of managing Epstein’s various properties, overseeing tasks from the mundane to the whimsical: Cimberly Espinosa, a former assistant of Maxwell’s at the Epstein office who appeared as a witness for the defense, recalled that, after the financier purchased his Caribbean island, Little Saint James, he was unsatisfied with the amount of sand and palm trees on the premises, and deputized Maxwell to deliver more of both. Both Espinosa and another onetime Epstein office employee, Michelle Healy, who also served as a defense witness, praised Maxwell’s managerial abilities. Maxwell was “fantastic,” Healy said. “She taught me a lot. I respected her. She was tough. But she was great.” Espinosa said that she “learned a lot from her as far as administrative and being able to handle a lot of calls, a lot of duties. It was a very high-volume work.” (Both witnesses denied involvement in any wrongdoing.)

As I followed these testimonies to Maxwell’s on-the-ball competence, it struck me that the same acumen that she used in her aboveboard professional life served her just as well in her more private role: that of making sure there was a constant stream of mostly underage girls to fulfill Epstein’s voracious, monstrous sexual appetite. Maxwell’s real job “was to take care of Jeffrey’s needs,” Kate noted, in her testimony. “She said that he needed massages all the time and it was very difficult to keep up.” Later, she added that Maxwell would ask her if she “knew anybody who could come and give Jeffrey a blow job because . . . it was a lot for her to do.” The jokiness of the question concealed a steely discipline. In the household manual Maxwell distributed to employees at Epstein’s properties, she “wrote out a detailed list of thirteen different oils and lotions for massages in Palm Beach,” Moe said, while in the phone book that Maxwell shared with Epstein, she kept a running list of dozens of available masseuses, some of them accompanied with notations such as “mom,” “dad,” or “parents,” suggesting that these were not professional bodyworkers but amateur minors. In his testimony for the prosecution, Juan Alessi, who was in charge of managing Epstein’s Palm Beach house, was asked by Assistant U.S. Attorney Maurene Comey about Maxwell’s household manual. From cleaning instructions to meal-serving etiquette and privacy concerns—“remember that you see nothing, hear nothing, say nothing,” the manual read—Maxwell had “many, many, many rules,” Alessi said. Comey asked Alessi if he had seen any females coming into Epstein’s Palm Beach house in the years he worked there. “Many, many, many females,” he responded.