Marita by Marita Lorenz

Author:Marita Lorenz
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pegasus Books

THE MOST HATED MAN

Walters, who was also managing the trust fund, moved me from the duplex in which Marcos had installed me when I came back to Miami to a suite in Bay Park Towers. I was a key player in the strategy he had come up with to try to stop Marcos’s extradition. I didn’t understand at the time that his plan would end up costing me a great deal of money and it was the start of a tortuous relationship with the lawyer that would reach the extremes of a pure and brutal hatred.

To avoid extraditing Marcos, he explained to me, we had to present a paternity suit so that, in theory, they couldn’t make him leave the country while that was in progress. I was worried about something: in the trust fund agreement there was a confidentiality clause about paternity and if it went ahead it meant I could lose everything. But Walters tried to reassure me, telling me that nothing would happen and he found a lawyer, Montague Rosenberg, to begin the process. This man presented the papers for a case in which they decided, without my participation, that they would demand $5,000,000 from Marcos.

I was a pawn once again, a piece in a game played by others, a puppet whose strings moved at the whim of someone else. It was a discreet role in a work whose scope was beyond my understanding. In June 1963 two enormous men appeared at my door saying they came from the office of Bobby Kennedy and, without giving me an option, made me sit down and listen. They demanded that I withdraw the paternity suit. I tried to explain to them that I couldn’t do so because it was the only thing that was keeping the man I loved in the United States and it was also my guarantee that he would still be alive; he was convinced that if he returned to Caracas, Betancourt would execute him. They listened to me but reiterated that, with or without me, Pérez Jiménez was going to be extradited. Then they put some papers in front of me and explained that if I signed them they would stop the judicial process. In exchange, they said, they would consider returning to me the funds that I would otherwise lose. I could see the strategy for what it was: a dirty trick, pure bribery. I refused to sign. That was the card I played. And I lost.

The judicial process continued and, in one of the sessions, Judge Wiseheart, who was presiding over the paternity suit, asked who the fund’s anonymous donor was. Walters approached the judge and, speaking loudly enough so that several reporters in the courtroom could hear, gave the name of Marcos Pérez Jiménez. The confidentiality that was so essential for ensuring the security of the funds that Marcos had put aside for Monica and me blew up in our faces. We ended up without anything. Walters, that damned Walters, just said:

‘Bad luck.

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