in an international pedophile network.
Greta Van Susteren served as the defense attorney for Henry Vinson, who collaborated with Craig Spence and in an international pedophile network.
Voluntary Statement of Henry Vinson Concerning Participation in the Paedophile Enterprise with Craig Spence: “I found myself being ostracized by most of the people in my social network. I ultimately came to the conclusion that the authorities overseeing my case were scheming to isolate me. The government’s tactics of uncertainty and intimidation were taking a toll on my emotional wellbeing. I started to suffer from insomnia, and I eventually acquired a prescription for Xanax to help me sleep.
“A “grand jury” if that's what you want to call it—are like the gods on Mount Olympus who have been sent down on a decree. Unlike a standard trial, a grand jury proceeding is cloaked in secrecy. Grand juries aren’t open to the public, and the identity of the witnesses who testify and the content of their testimony are never disclosed. Moreover, there is no cross-examination or presentation of the defense’s case.
“Commenting about the powers of persuasion a special prosecutor has over grand jurors, a former chief appellate judge of New York state once famously remarked that a special prosecutor could persuade grand jurors to “indict a ham sandwich.”
“Jay Stephens, the U.S. Attorney for D.C., appointed Alan Strasser, the Assistant U.S. Attorney for D.C. and chief of the felony trial division, to be the special prosecutor of the grand jury investigating me.
“Despite Strasser’s lofty academic credentials, the grand jury he directed served a ham and swiss on rye to the public. He never called Robert (my partner), Jimmy (my fixer), Travis (my operator), or me (head of Professional Escort Services) to testify before the grand jury that was investigating our operation of a call boy escort service.
“At the time, I thought it was rather odd. I’m not aware of Alan Strasser ever calling my call boy escorts, that I employed, to testify. My mother was subpoenaed to testify before the grand jury! And although I processed a modest number of credit cards through my mother’s ambulance service, she had zero knowledge about the operations of my call boy escort service.
“The Washington Times questioned many of Spence’s partygoers and other individuals who were enmeshed with Spence. The reporters even managed to ferret out witnesses who had been called before the grand jury, and some of them broke their vows of secrecy on the condition that the Washington Times grant them anonymity. A Washington Times article, commenting on the grand jury’s intrigues, confirmed my lingering suspicion that the grand jury proceeding was a ham and swiss on rye.
“Washington Times reporters interviewed a longtime acquaintance of Mr.Spence’s who had been called before the grand jury. The article mentioned that he had spent considerable time as a guest in his (Spence’s) home, and he was “a participant in one of the late-night White House tours.”
“The witness was not asked any questions about credit cards, Mr. Spence’s alleged involvement with the homosexual call-boy ring or about the ring itself. The witness told the reporters that one of the grand jury’s primary concerns was establishing if Spence had been in the possession of purloined White House china that dated back to the Truman administration.
“When I regrettably granted an interview to the Washington Post, a reporter requested an interview with my mother. She phoned me and suggested that I meet with a Washington, D.C.-based attorney, whom the Washington Post recommended: Greta Van Susteren. I phoned Van Susteren shortly after my mother suggested that I contact her, and so we set up an appointment for the following week.
“Van Susteren’s office was located on 22nd Street Northwest near DuPont Circle, ironically, about a block from Shooters. When I met Van Susteren, she strolled into the reception area and amicably introduced herself. She was short, casually dressed in blue jeans, and she had a thick mane of blond hair, and I noticed her asexual smile.
“She came across as very sharp and articulate, and I was quite impressed. She gave me an overview of her education and some of her prior cases. Van Susteren discussed her judicial pedigree—her father had been a judge. As she spoke, I couldn't help be transfixed by the asexual asymmetry of her mouth.
“Our initial meeting lasted about three hours, and I described the nuances of my entire life since I was boy to when I was in between Spence and the Secret Service. I discussed my relationship between Spence and Tony, and elucidated their blackmail enterprise. I
named several powerful and affluent men who requested call boys either through me or through Spence, or through .
“I basically educated Van Susteren about the entire pedophile network that was operated by Spence and and mentioned the threat that it posed to me because of a member of George H.W. Bush’s cabinet. I handed her credit card receipts, copies of checks, and my client list.
“After I provided Van Susteren with a comprehensive client list and everything I had witnessed, I was surprised that she didn’t seem distressed or stunned by my disclosures of international sex trafficking abused children in a paedophile network. Indeed, she seemed to remain emotionally as flat-lined as her asymmetrical mouth.
“She said that she had previously handled sensitive cases like mine in federal court, and she told me that the government would be averse to baring such sordid details in court—she felt that I would most likely end up with probation.
“Van Susteren impressed me with her aplomb and also with her quick, snappy answers to my numerous questions, so I left her office feeling a sense of tranquility that I hadn’t experienced in months.
“Van Susteren repeatedly assured me that I was most likely eyeing probation. She said that if I were indicted, she would make a motion for the government to release my client list – and that would force the government to be reconciliatory towards me.
“On my next visit to Van Susteren's office, regarding unspecified charges that were looming over me in D.C., four Secret Service agents entered the office. I immediately recognized one of the agents—“Paul Ware.”
“Agent Paul was about 5’10’’ and in his late thirties. He had short, dark hair, parted to the side, and an olive complexion. His black suit seemed to loosely drape his stiff, slender frame. The Secret Service agents were SO hostile to me when they arrived at Van Susteren’s office. I felt like they looked upon me as a treasonous viper.
“Agent Paul flashed his pair of shiny handcuffs, and Van Susteren requested that he cuff me from the front. The agent, however, ignored her request and cuffed me behind. The agents then threw me into a black sedan, and pushed me into the back seat.
“Two agents sat in the front seat of the car, and two agents followed us in a second black sedan. As we drove past the White House, Capitol Hill, and DuPont Circle, I experienced a very peculiar sensation. I felt like the Secret Service sedan was suspended in time, and I momentarily had an out-of-body experience as I came to the realization that my life was about to be transfigured.
“After the Secret Service agents booked me, I was deposited in a holding cell that held around 20 inmates. The altered state that I had experienced in the Secret Service sedan was punctured by the harsh reality of the holding cell. I had been in the holding cell for a couple of hours.
“When the U.S. marshals came to retrieve me for the courtroom, all the marshals had the same stern demeanor as the Secret Service agents! As I entered the courtroom, I noticed my mother standing next to an African-American man. He was a bail bondsman.
“As I sat down, I glared at Assistant U.S. Attorney Alan Strasser who was in charge of prosecuting my case. He had curly brown hair and a fleshy face that was accentuated by extremely dense eyebrows. He seemed to grimace when we made eye contact.
“When Judge Harold Greene seated himself at the bench, he leafed through my indictment and was quite surprised that the grand jury had walloped me with a 43-count RICO indictment! RICO was originally designed to dismantle the Mafia! Judge Greene may have been surprised, but I nearly fainted. I was staring at 295 years in a federal prison!
“After Judge Greene voiced his astonishment that a mere prostitution case resulted in a sealed 43-count RICO indictment, Strasser said something to the effect that my case had special circumstances – international paedophile networking.
“Strasser ultimately argued that I should be held without bail, but my attorney Van Susteren countered that I AM a homosexual and not a flight risk. I had voluntarily surrendered myself shortly after being notified of the indictment.
“Judge Greene granted me bail, and I was released on a $30,000 surety bond. The judge MANDATED that I report to a probation officer once a week, and I had to receive express authorization from him to venture outside of the D.C. area.
“After the hearing, I voiced my UTTER bewilderment to Van Susteren, and she consoled me that the indictment was much ado about nothing. She reiterated that she felt I was probably eyeing probation. When the hearing concluded, I had dinner with my mother.
“I was dumbfounded by the fact that I potentially faced life in prison. After dinner, I went to Richard Rausch’s apartment and popped a Xanax. I’ve never been particularly fond of ham, but the federal grand jury was a rather unsavory ham sandwich that I would somehow, someway have to swallow.
“In the wake of my arraignment, the government walloped Robert (my partner), Jimmy (my fixer), and Travis (my operator) with multiple RICO counts too. The Secret Service had my client list, but not a single client was indicted. The grand jury also neglected to indict the Secret Service agents who catered to Spence’s pedophelia fantasies. Robert, Jimmy, Travis, and I would be taking the fall for everyone who requested call boy escorts or who engaged in sexually illicit activities with minors.
“As I look back on our predicament, it’s obvious to me that the government’s draconian treatment of us was designed to leverage our silence. Tony’s ploy to have me process credit cards gave the government carte blanche to swarm me with a myriad of RICO offenses.
“I had been masterfully set up.
“I ultimately pled guilty to conspiring to violate the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act and credit card fraud, and I agreed to “cooperate” with government. Although those two counts carried a maximum aggregate sentence of 25 years, Van Susteren assured me that my cooperation would result in a “downward departure” from the sentencing guidelines and probation was the likely outcome.”