As of this moment …..
- Hugh Hewitt (Specter got his coveted Judiciary Committee Chairmanship in ’04 — that really helped, didn’t it, Hugh?);
- Rick Santorum;
- George W. Bush;
- Karl Rove;
- and most of the Washington establishment GOP;
…. are apparently unavailable for comment.
All of them opposed genuine conservative Pat Toomey’s GOP Senate Primary candidacy in 2004, for no legitimate reason other than to protect an incumbent.
Update: More on Einhorn, as a demonstration of the liberal dementia of the 1960s and 1970s that has never really left us, and which Arlen Specter supported at crunch time –
…. on March 28, 1979, at 9 a.m., homicide detective (Michael) Chitwood knocked on Einhorn’s door. Once inside, he headed straight for the locked closet. He pried it open with a crowbar and immediately smelled a “faint decaying smell, like a dead animal.” Next he sprang the lock on the steamer trunk. The newspapers inside were dated August and September 1977. Under them was Styrofoam packing material. Chitwood scooped through it until he came to something he couldn’t identify at first, and then it was clear. A hand. A human hand. He scooped some more, and as he did, Holly Maddux slowly emerged. Einhorn stood by, impassive.
Then began the parade. One after another at Einhorn’s bail hearing, his supporters took the stand in his defense. A minister, a corporate lawyer, a playwright, an economist, a telephone-company executive. They couldn’t imagine Einhorn’s harming any living thing. Release of murder defendants pending trial was unheard of, but Einhorn’s attorney was soon-to-be U.S. senator Arlen Specter, and bail was set at a staggeringly low $40,000 — only $4,000 of it needed to walk free. It was paid by Barbara Bronfman, a Montreal socialite who had married into the Seagram distillery family and met Einhorn through a common interest in the paranormal. It was Einhorn’s new rage, and his orbit of friends had expanded to include Uri Geller, the spoon-bending Israeli illusionist.
The whole thing was a setup, Einhorn assured followers. Through his antiwar research and with contacts that extended beyond the Iron Curtain, he simply knew too much about weapons development, psychic research and global conspiracies. Maddux was murdered to discredit him. The CIA, the KGB, who knew? The most damning evidence against him was also the most obvious proof of his innocence: Would a man as smart as he murder his girlfriend and keep the evidence at his bedside?
But the evidence against him mounted. Testimony from two friends who were asked by Einhorn to help him dispose of the trunk. The two former girlfriends who ended up in the hospital after trying to break off relationships with Einhorn. One was nearly strangled; the other had a Coke bottle smashed over her head. So much for flower power. The public embodiment of peace and love was in private a monster. Sickened friends spoke of betrayal and wondered if Einhorn had ever cared about anything but Ira. George Keegan: “We were walking down the street together. People who once would come up and hug Ira crossed the street and averted their eyes… He looked at me, sad, and said, ‘I’m not going to be able to be Ira Einhorn now.’ And I realized he was a selfish, arrogant bastard.”
And then, shortly before his trial was to begin in January 1981, Philadelphia’s own philosopher king simply vanished into the vapor of his grandiose mutterings.
The year Einhorn fled, Richard DiBenedetto (of the Philadelphia District Attorney’s Office) became a father, and it gave deeper meaning to his telephone conversations with Holly’s parents. Moved by their grief, he became obsessed with the case. Especially after Ira’s friend Harry Jay Katz baited him, “You’ll never catch Ira. He’s too smart for you.”
….. (DiBenedetto said) “I knew he liked to play a game called Go. It’s an ancient Oriental game, sort of like chess, and I found out on the Internet where the Go clubs were in Europe.” One was in Dublin, Ireland, one of Einhorn’s first stops. He and his new girlfriend rented an apartment from a Trinity College professor named Denis Weaire. When Weaire visited friends in Chicago in April 1981, he told them about this mysterious character named Einhorn. His friends thought the name rang a bell; they called newspapers and got the full story. Weaire evicted Einhorn, but Irish police told him that with no extradition treaty in force at the time, there was no cause for arrest, and the Unicorn jumped.
….. DiBenedetto suspected (singer Peter) Gabriel was funneling money to Einhorn. Gabriel told Scotland Yard he had not.
But someone else had, and after years of pursuit by DiBenedetto, she finally relented. Bronfman, by then divorced from the distilling family, at last admitted to DiBenedetto that she had sent Einhorn cash regularly until 1988, when she read “The Unicorn’s Secret,” a damning book about Einhorn by journalist Steven Levy. Find a woman in Sweden named Annika Flodin, Bronfman said.
The D.A.’s office, the FBI, Interpol and Swedish police moved quickly. It had been seven years, and this was the best shot yet. But Einhorn was quick too; once again he slithered away, just hours ahead of the sheriff.
….. DiBenedetto would never get to call Maddux’s parents with good news. Ill and depressed over a leg amputation, Fred Maddux killed himself in 1988. Two years later, his wife died of emphysema. Holly’s murder “ruined their life,” daughter Elisabeth says. “And they died thinking that Ira beat them.”
In 1993, fearing that witnesses would soon vanish, Philadelphia D.A. Lynne Abraham decided to use a new state law allowing trials in absentia. With only Einhorn’s memory filling the defendant’s chair, a jury listened for two weeks and then took just two hours to convict the Unicorn of first-degree murder.
It wasn’t satisfaction enough for DiBenedetto. Then, early this year (1997), he heard from Hjordis Reichel, a Swedish woman living in California who had seen an “Unsolved Mysteries” show about Einhorn. She had relatives in the upper echelons of the Stockholm police. Call them, DiBenedetto said. It can’t hurt.
….. Through those connections, Reichel got Flodin’s Swedish social security number. DiBenedetto’s Interpol contact ran it through motor vehicles in Sweden — and made the discovery that broke the case. In 1994 Flodin had applied for a French driver’s license under the name Annika Flodin Mallon.
Either Flodin had married the Dublin book dealer, or, more likely, DiBenedetto suspected, she had married Einhorn, and he had changed his name to Mallon.
That was May 15, Einhorn’s 57th birthday. DiBenedetto notified French authorities and gave them the Champagne-Mouton address on the driver’s license application. French police, posing as tourists and fishermen, ran surveillance on the farmhouse in Champagne-Mouton. DiBenedetto waited. Days passed. Weeks passed. Finally, on Friday, June 13 (1997), word came: There had been an arrest. DiBenedetto could hardly believe it. He didn’t trust it until two days later. “That was Father’s Day. I thought about Holly’s father, about her parents, and I just jumped up and cheered.”
Einhorn was finally extradited to the U.S. — four years later (if you can stand it, read about the leftists who STILL were protecting him). He is now serving a life sentence in a central Pennsylvania prison.
Let me suggest that Arlen Specter has finally come home — and what a sick, twisted home it is.