Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Athina Onassis - The tragic childhood









After wresting control of her fortune from her father, Athina Onassis Roussel wants to claim her full legacy as Aristotle Onassis’s granddaughter and sole surviving heir—including, some say, the presidency of Greece’s most famous foundation. Behind her is her fiancé and fellow equestrian jumper, Olympic medalist Alvaro Alfonso de Miranda Neto. As “the richest little girl in the world” comes of age.

I met Athina Onassis Roussel, the last direct descendant of Aristotle Onassis, on a hot day in July 1999, when she was a tall, coltish, shy girl of 14. She was in Greece to attend the wedding of a second cousin at the seaside estate of her famous grandfather’s stepsister, Kalliroi Patronicolas. Wearing a long-sleeved white jacket over a summer dress, Athina stayed close to her father, Thierry Roussel, all afternoon, speaking French in a soft, hesitant voice, never making eye contact with the distant relatives he introduced her to, always standing slightly behind him, as if he were a shield between her and the world.

The next time I talked to Athina, five years later, she seemed a different person. She had separated herself from her father and moved out of his house, and she was immersed in a bitter legal battle with him to win control of her fortune. Hearing that I was writing an article about her, she called me at my hotel in Athens and peppered me with so many questions in fluent, nearly unaccented English that I hardly had an opportunity to ask her any of my own.

My investigation into the battle between Athina and her father over the Onassis wealth has produced what may be the first clear picture of their complicated situation since Christina Onassis died in 1988, leaving her three-year-old daughter as her only heir. I have uncovered details of the childhood she spent under her father’s strict control and come upon revealing glimpses of the person she is today. “The mere fact that she took on her formidable father at such a young age shows that there may be a lot more of her grandfather Aristotle in Athina than most people think,” says Alexis Mantheakis, who has known her since 1998 and who formerly served as a spokesman for Roussel in Greece.

Athina’s confrontation with her father and her newfound assertiveness are not the only surprising developments in the sole surviving heir of Aristotle Onassis, the Anatolian tycoon who revolutionized the shipping industry and captured the hearts of both opera diva Maria Callas and Jacqueline Kennedy.

In 1999, as a timorous 14-year-old, Athina went to a court for minors in Oberengadin, Switzerland, with her father and renounced everything related to her grandfather’s heritage. She made a statement in which she stipulated, according to a court report, that she felt “great aversion to anything that is Greek, even though she knows that her mother, her grandfather and her fortune come from Greece.” This extraordinary declaration, clearly encouraged by her father, was in defiance of certain specifications in the protocol that he had signed when he took custody of the three-year-old: “(1.1) As agreed with Christina Onassis when she was alive, Athina will be reared in the Orthodox religion. (1.2) … She will learn the Greek language so as to speak it fluently.”

On this issue, too, Athina has made a complete about-face. In the fall of 2003 she renewed the Greek passport her mother had obtained for her. This past January she joined an Athenian equestrian club called Avlona in the hope of riding in international competitions, including the 2008 Olympics, in Beijing, wearing the blue and white of the Greek flag. And when the former president of the Greek Equestrian Federation, Isidoros Kouvelos, enrolled her in the club under the name her mother used to register her birth—Athina Christina Roussel—a close friend of the young heiress asked him what she would have to do to change her name officially from Roussel to Onassis.

What has brought about this dramatic transformation in Athina, and what impact will it have on the fortune created by her grandfather? How has she changed from a frightened child, convinced that only her father could protect her in a world full of danger, to a defiant 20-year-old ready to fight him in court for her legacy and consider rejecting his name?

As her father’s countrymen might put it, “Cherchez l’homme.”

The man in this case is Alvaro Alfonso de Miranda Neto, the six-foot-two, dark-haired, muscular, boyishly handsome son of a Brazilian insurance executive. Doda, as his friends call him, is 12 years older than Athina and has won Olympic medals in the sport that is her passion, show jumping. Far from the home in Switzerland where she grew up, Athina now lives in São Paulo, Brazil, Alvaro’s native city. She has learned Portuguese and bought a duplex, reportedly for $5.8 million, in the city’s best neighborhood, and on December 3 she plans to wed Alvaro in São Paulo, according to Konstantinos Kotronakis, the honorary Greek consul in Recife, who says the couple has asked him to be best man.

“Doda’s been a strong influence on Athina and a very positive one, in my opinion,” Kotronakis told me on a visit to Athens. “He’s the one who urged her to take control of her own financial affairs and to take a new interest in her Greek legacy. He told her, ‘Onassis was a symbol of everything Greek. How can you turn your back on such a heritage?’ ”

Friends of Thierry Roussel, 52, who lost the long and bitter struggle for the management of Athina’s fortune but who is believed to have wound up with a munificent settlement, are not so sanguine about Alvaro’s motives. “Now that Athina controls the half of the Onassis money that her father fought for—her mother’s half—Alvaro is positioning her to ultimately take control of the other half, which Onassis left to a foundation in memory of his son,” one Roussel supporter told me. “That foundation is based in Greece and controlled by a Greek board, and that may well be the reason Alvaro is pushing Athina to re-discover her Greek heritage.”

If Athina does try to seek the presidency of the Alexander S. Onassis Public Benefit Foundation, it is certain to produce an international battle royal that will make the two past struggles—between her and her father for Christina’s money, and between Roussel and the foundation’s directors over the management of Athina’s fortune when she was a minor—seem tame by comparison. “This is the most prominent foundation in Greece,” says its president, Stelio Papadimitriou. “We are not going to turn it over to someone who has no connection with our culture, our religion, our language, or our shared experiences, and who never went to college or worked a day in her life. There’s nothing we would want more than to have a descendant of Onassis become president of the foundation, but Athina’s qualifications for the job are nil. She can do whatever she wants with what she inherited from her mother, but not with Onassis’s legacy to the Greek people in memory of Alexander.” According to Papadimitriou, the foundation has spent more than $80 million to build a state-of-the-art center for heart surgery in Athens, awarded more than 3,000 scholarships and grants to students over the past 26 years, funded competitions in the arts around the world, and begun construction of an $80 million arts center in Athens.

Athina’s legacy includes not only a vast fortune but also a grim family history that evokes the classic Greek tragedies and is often referred to as the Onassis curse. Her mother, Christina, died in 1988 in Buenos Aires at the age of 37, from a heart attack produced by acute pulmonary edema. Christina, who was found dead in her bathtub by her friend Marina Dodero and a maid, had battled eating disorders and depression most of her adult life, and she was considering marrying for the fifth time, having divorced Roussel a year earlier. Athina was then being cared for by a nanny on Christina’s estate in Gingins, outside Geneva, but as soon as Roussel returned from Christina’s funeral, on Skorpios, he had the little girl brought to him at his family’s home in France.

Christina had been smitten with Roussel from the moment she met him, and she fought desperately for the handsome playboy’s affections, even tolerating the discovery that, while she was married to him and pregnant with Athina, his longtime mistress, Swedish model and translator Marianne “Gaby” Landhage, was also pregnant with his child—a boy they named Erik, who was born several months after Athina. In an effort to keep Roussel by her side, Christina would invite him, with Gaby and Erik, to her estate and insist that they all be photographed together. What finally drove Christina to divorce was the discovery that Gaby had given birth to a second child, Sandrine, who is now 17.

Christina divorced Thierry but still hoped to make up and have another child with him. In the fall of 1987, she wrote a letter to Stelio Papadimitriou, saying, “I want to remind you that I was the first one who came to you … to ask for help, to protect me against Thierry.… I built a house made in cement, with a door to open the house. In this house I put all my capital, and the door was closed and the job of the protectors is to keep the door closed. They are there to help me, because they know too well that I have a weakness for this man, and therefore I will always be subject to abuse.”

Fifteen years before Christina’s death, her brother, Alexander, whom Onassis had groomed to take over his empire, died at 24 from injuries suffered in a freak airplane crash in Athens, which sent both of their parents into emotional tailspins that quickly claimed their lives. Their mother, born Athina Livanos but called Tina, had divorced Onassis in 1960, after he went public with his affair with Maria Callas. Tina died within a year and a half of her son, when she was only 45. Onassis, who left Callas in 1968 to marry Jacqueline Kennedy, died two years after his son’s fatal crash. “Both lost the will to live after Alexander died,” says Marilena Patronicolas, Onassis’s niece.

When Tina Livanos Onassis Blandford Niarchos died of a suspected overdose of barbiturates in 1974, she left most of her estate, estimated at $77 million, to her daughter, Christina, and upon Christina’s death in 1988 it passed on to Athina, who was named for her grandmother. But the bulk of Athina’s inheritance comes from her grandfather, Aristotle Socrates Onassis, and that fortune has had such a complicated journey since he died that it would take a team of accountants to trace it. I spent four years researching a book about Onassis called Greek Fire, which was published in 2000, and my contacts from that effort have helped me discover the facts about the famous inheritance that in 1988 earned three-year-old Athina the sobriquet “the richest little girl in the world.”

The first thing about the fortune that comes as a surprise is that, while it is large enough to make Athina one of the richest young women in the world, it’s nowhere near the $3 billion that was often reported. When Onassis died in 1975, he left assets valued at more than $1 billion, including $426 million in cash and securities; more than 50 ships; a half-interest in the Olympic Tower, in New York City; holdings in half a dozen countries; and his private Greek island, Skorpios. His outstanding liabilities amounted to $421 million—mostly bank loans on the ships and real estate, according to Stelio Papadimitriou, who was his lawyer—so the actual value of his estate when he died was about $500 million.

As directed in Onassis’s 1974 will, the estate was left to Christina and to a foundation to be established in memory of Alexander. The executors of the will divided the assets into two equal lots—A and B—and Christina was allowed to pick which lot she wanted. She chose Lot B, and Lot A was assigned to the foundation. The management of both fortunes was assigned in the will to four individuals who had been senior Onassis advisers in his business career.

Christina promptly threatened legal action if she could not oversee the management not only of her estate but also of the foundation, as its president. The trustees complied in order to avoid having her hold up the creation of the foundation with prolonged litigation. Christina pressured her stepmother, Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, to accept a settlement of $26 million to abandon all claims to the Onassis estate. Under Greek law, as Onassis’s widow, Jackie could have received as much as 12.5 percent, or $125 million. By the time Jackie died at 64 in 1994, she had parlayed her settlement into more than $150 million through sound investments.

After Christina died, in 1988, her half of the Onassis estate, then estimated at $300 million in cash and securities and another $100 million in real estate, went to her three-year-old daughter. It was managed by the four Onassis advisers who served on the foundation’s board, along with Thierry Roussel.

What happened next leads to the second revelation about Athina’s inheritance. While both the Onassis assets that went to her and those that went to the foundation had essentially the same management for the next 11 years, they did not grow at the same pace. The foundation’s portion more than tripled, to over $1 billion, in that period, while Athina’s portion only doubled, to $600 million, according to Papadimitriou. These totals do not include real estate. Athina’s real-estate holdings, according to two informed sources, are estimated to total about $200 million and include two spacious apartments on the Avenue Foch, in Paris; a vacation home in Marbella, Spain; a home at Gingins, outside Geneva; a compound on Ibiza with eight swimming pools and a waterfall; Skorpios and three islands around it; two valuable seaside parcels outside Athens; and considerable property on the Greek island of Chios left by Athina’s grandmother Tina Livanos. The real-estate holdings of the foundation are now worth an estimated $600 million.

Dynasty
The reason Athina’s fortune did not grow as rapidly, according to Stelio Papadimitriou, is that Roussel demanded large sums for Athina’s care (some $150 million over 11 years) and made a number of bad business decisions. (Athina also had to pay $35 million in inheritance taxes, whereas the foundation, which pays taxes on income from its holdings, did not have to pay inheritance taxes.)

As an example of Roussel’s bad investment decisions, Papadimitriou cited his insistence that Athina’s estate sell all its holdings in the industry in which most of its money had been made—shipping. “Since then rates have soared, and Athina’s estate has not shared in the windfall, unlike the foundation, which stayed in shipping,” he said. Another reason Athina’s estate has not fared as well as the charity, he asserted, is that Roussel insisted that the foundation buy out his daughter’s half-interest in the Olympic Tower—just before real-estate prices in New York went through the roof. “Athina’s half-share in the building is now worth four times what her estate got for it, thanks to her father,” Papadimitriou told me. He would not specify the amount Roussel sold it for, but it is believed to have been $47 million.

I asked Roussel about this transaction in a series of questions I sent him, but he responded through his lawyer that he would not cooperate with me. His former spokesman in Athens, Alexis Mantheakis, however, insisted that the complicated ownership of the building and the leases held on it did not make it a good investment at the time. “Besides, key members of the foundation’s board managed Athina’s assets with Roussel in those days,” he added. “If the deal was not good for Athina, why did they approve it?”

Papadimitriou says that Roussel fought so bitterly with the board members over the management of the building that they went to a Swiss court and offered to sell the foundation’s share to Athina in order to end the bickering, but Roussel insisted that the foundation buy her out, and the court approved the sale.

Friction between Roussel and the board continued to grow until Roussel took legal action to have its members dismissed—a battle that was chronicled in a November 1997 article in this magazine. Lawsuits abounded in Greece and Switzerland, and charges and countercharges flew. Roussel has accused the group of mismanagement, defamation, and even trying to kidnap Athina. That incident occurred in 1997, when the British bodyguards assigned to the girl in Switzerland realized that they were being shadowed by men they identified as former Israeli commandos. Roussel called the authorities, who detained the Israelis but released them when they found no evidence to support Roussel’s allegation of an attempted abduction. “The foundation was paying for the bodyguards hired by Roussel to protect Athina, and the other men were hired by us to check the efficiency of the British guards,” says Papadimitriou. “Nobody intended to abduct the little girl.”

Nevertheless, the experience left Athina feeling threatened and vulnerable, even at home and on her way to school. Relatives and friends say that she lived in fear that someone would kidnap her, and that that is why she cowered during any appearance in public and constantly clutched at her father.

After being accused of plotting against Athina, the Greek “graybeards,” as the foundation’s board members were called in the press, in turn accused Roussel of wasting his daughter’s money in bad investments, and of isolating Athina from her Greek heritage despite the specific directions in the protocol he had signed when taking custody of her and the money for her upbringing. Alexis Mantheakis disputes criticism of Roussel: “He told me he feels he has done no wrong by his daughter, and as a mortal he has been 99 percent a correct father, something he feels proud of.”

In 1999 a Swiss court finally took the management of Athina’s fortune away from both the graybeards and Roussel and turned it over to a Swiss auditing firm, KPMG Fides, which managed it until Athina reached the legal age of 18, on January 29, 2003.

Athina had been awaiting that 18th birthday with trepidation all her life. Growing up, she had become aware of the family schisms, the court battles, the rumors of kidnappings, and threats to her life—all caused by the huge fortune she had inherited. When she went to Swiss public schools with her blond half-siblings or rode her beloved horse, Arco de Valmont, she was always under scrutiny. When she made the rare visit back to Greece with her father—as she did on the 10th anniversary of her mother’s death—she was besieged by journalists and locals who wanted to speak to her, touch her, ask her about her famous grandfather. She couldn’t understand a word of the excited Greeks who called her “koukla” (doll) and “chryso mou” (my treasure—an endearment universally used in Greece, but sadly ironic in this case).

All Athina seemed to want was to be invisible and to see an end to the fighting over her millions. When Roussel invited Diane Sawyer into his home in 1998 to interview him for 20/20 about his battle with the foundation, Gaby quoted Athina as saying, “If I burn the money, there will be no problem. No money, no problem.”

On her 18th birthday, the half of the Onassis fortune that her mother had left her—which by then amounted to at least $800 million—was turned over to Athina. Within days, however, her father had taken control of it. He managed to obtain power of attorney from his daughter, which gave him authority to supervise her estate.

Roussel then put all of Athina’s assets into a trust and brought in executives from several leading international banks, including Citicorp, Rothschild, and Julius Baer of Switzerland, to help him manage the fortune, according to a Roussel source. While the press has reported that Roussel, heir to a French pharmaceutical business, had not only squandered his own family’s money but also frittered away much of Athina’s wealth, the source says that during the nearly two years the assets were in the trust and overseen by Roussel and the banks they grew by 12.5 percent, and that Roussel has letters from the banks that helped manage them to prove it. I asked to see the letters or to have Roussel provide a written statement formally making that assertion, but neither was forthcoming.

A year before she turned 18, Athina, in a dramatic move for such a dependent child, left her home outside Geneva and moved to Brussels to pursue her passion for riding. She enrolled at a school run by the renowned Brazilian equestrian Nelson Pessoa, where, her friends say, she met Alvaro de Miranda Neto, the Brazilian Olympic show jumper whose team had won bronze medals in Sydney in 2000 and in Atlanta in 1996.

It’s hardly surprising that Athina was attracted to the handsome, sophisticated, multi-lingual champion in the sport to which she had dedicated herself. What she did not know at first was that Alvaro had long been involved with a Brazilian model close to his own age named Sibele Dorsa, with whom he had a baby daughter named Viviane. Sibele had grown tired of living in Brussels and returned to Brazil with the stated intention of joining the cast of the Brazilian version of the TV show Big Brother. Eventually Sibele and Athina learned of each other’s existence, and when it became clear to Sibele that Alvaro was dumping her for the teenage heiress, she gave a number of bitter statements to the press. “She can buy him horses and I can’t,” she complained. “He always told me he found her fat and ugly. He exchanged me for Athina’s money.” To one newspaper she said, “We were happy together until he met her. Our only problem was money, and Doda is useless with money. What he earns, he spends. He is a charismatic, persuasive man. She will hang on his every word, but she will learn, as I have.” According to a British newspaper, “the couple insist that their relationship began when Doda parted with Sibele.”

The amount of money 17-year-old Athina was then receiving was in fact quite small, because her father had put her on an allowance of 10,000 euros (then worth about $9,000) a month, according to what she and Alvaro later told a friend. But Athina had found her first great love, and restrictions on her buying power were the last thing on her mind. She had never been interested in jewelry or couture clothing. Her only extravagance was horses, and the bitterest memory of her childhood, according to one friend, was when her father refused to give her half a million dollars to buy a champion horse she had her heart set on.

In the first rush of love, the couple led a simple life in Brussels, going to films and inexpensive restaurants, spending most of their time in grueling training sessions. However, according to the Brazilian press, soon after Athina reached 18, Alvaro took her to São Paulo to celebrate his 30th birthday—February 5—and to meet his parents and his little daughter.

Although Athina resembles her mother, especially in her big, dark, Byzantine eyes, she was spared Christina’s large nose and her persistent weight problem, which led to yo-yo dieting and probably contributed to her death. Taller and fairer than her mother, Athina inherited a degree of her father’s good looks. The comments made by Sibele must have bothered her, however, for, according to Brazilian and international newspapers and magazines, on February 24, 2003, shortly after arriving in São Paulo, she checked herself into a clinic, reportedly to have liposuction done on her abdomen and derrière at the hands of Dr. Ricardo Lemos, who is noted for making Brazilian women thong-ready. Even though she left the clinic by the garage, Athina was photographed in a large, flowing man’s shirt and slacks, flanked by Alvaro and her bodyguard. (An assistant of Dr. Lemos’s would neither confirm nor deny that the doctor had treated Athina.)

Ten months later Athina and Alvaro were vacationing in Uruguay at Punta del Este, where they reportedly spent four days in the presidential suite of the Conrad resort and casino. Athina commented, “My grandfather Aristotle was a regular visitor to Punta del Este when he lived in Argentina”—a sign that she had been studying Onassis’s early history. Back in São Paulo, she reportedly bought Alvaro a prize cow named Esperanca (Hope) for his cattle farm, a $320,000 gift that was compared to the 40-carat-diamond engagement ring Onassis gave Jackie Kennedy, valued at up to $600,000.

Athina moved into a rented apartment in São Paulo and began to study Portuguese, in which she soon became fluent. (The heiress, who also speaks French, English, and Swedish, is said to have the same facility for languages that her grandfather had. Aristotle Onassis spoke six.) Then she began looking for a house to buy. “She loves Brazil because life is more relaxed there and she wasn’t harassed by reporters, as she was in Europe,” says Kostas Kotronakis. “She feels she can lead a more normal life there.”

In December 2004—close to Athina’s 20th birthday—she and Alvaro went to the consul and asked him to be the best man at their wedding. At first, Kotronakis says, they considered marrying on Skorpios, where her grandfather wed Jacqueline Kennedy 37 years ago. (A skeleton staff of 10 live on the island, keeping it always ready in case Athina should decide to visit—something that has happened only four times during the last 17 years, the most recent in 1998.) But, perhaps aware of the media circus that that earlier event had caused, they decided that security was not good enough in Greece and that they would marry in a Catholic ceremony in São Paulo. At the suggestion of Kotronakis, they are considering having a Greek Orthodox priest as well as a Catholic prelate. Alvaro and Thierry Roussel were both born into Roman Catholic families. Gaby and her three children are Protestant.

From the beginning, Athina’s relationship with Alvaro troubled Roussel, partly, some say, because he was no longer the main influence in her life, and partly, according to one friend, because he grew increasingly convinced that his daughter’s main attraction for the Brazilian was not her youthful beauty or her riding skills but her fortune. Roussel apparently conducted investigations of Alvaro and his family, and information passed on to me by one of Roussel’s friends indicated that a company in which Alvaro’s father has a non-controlling stake was involved in a long court case for not making full pension tax payments for its workers. A spokesman for the company, Pamcary, which is a large insurer of cargoes transported into and out of Brazil, says it has reached a settlement with the Brazilian government, and “installments are being regularly paid.”

As a result of his suspicions, Roussel, according to friends of his and Athina’s, kept Athina on a tight financial leash even though she had moved out of his home, and that caused a major breach between them. Early last year, when Athina’s monthly allowance ran out, according to a friend, she called Roussel’s assistant and asked for more money, only to be told that the funds she had requested were not available. When she learned that her father had tied her purse strings, a flash of the famous Onassis temper, frequently displayed by her mother and her grandfather, burst out.

Athina demanded an accounting of her assets, and the information she received from her father did not satisfy her, according to sources close to the principals in the case. Spurred on by Alvaro, she sought legal representation in London, hiring the international firm of Baker & McKenzie. A team of lawyers headed by senior partner Nick Pearson moved immediately in Chancery Court to nullify the power of attorney that Athina had unwittingly given her father and to try to freeze her assets.

Roussel resisted disclosing where the assets were, and hired his own team of lawyers, from the firm of Allen & Overy. (Neither law firm would confirm or deny anything about the case.) When Alvaro went to Athens last August to represent Brazil in the Summer Olympics, he complained to teammates, according to a witness, that at that point more than $200 million of Athina’s fortune was still unaccounted for and that most of her real-estate holdings had been mortgaged so that she wouldn’t be able to sell them. Athina, meanwhile, knowing what a scene would ensue if she showed up in Athens to watch her lover compete, kept strategically out of sight in Belgium.

Isidoros Kouvelos, husband of Athens mayor Dora Bakoyiannis and a leading figure in the Greek Equestrian Federation, hung out with Alvaro at the summer games and told me that the Brazilian’s dark good looks had women vying for his attention. “Whenever I was with him, every girl that passed by turned to look at him,” he said. “He enjoyed the attention but kept them at a distance. One went right up to him and asked him to autograph her breast, and he didn’t know how to respond. He looked around to see if there were any photographers nearby, then smiled sheepishly, signed his name as requested, and quickly walked away.”

By the end of the summer, Athina’s financial assets had apparently been established, because on September 10, according to a confidant of Athina and Alvaro’s, the two warring sides met and sketched the outline of a settlement. This was supposed to be refined and drafted over the next month, and both sides were scheduled to meet in October and sign it, but Roussel failed to appear. After further negotiations, however, he signed an agreement by the end of 2004 that released all control of Athina’s assets to her in return for a settlement that included both cash and real estate. (The actual amount is still a secret, but rumors in Athens put it at about $100 million.)

The struggle with her father took its toll on Athina. She continued to talk to Roussel on the telephone, but their conversations often became acrimonious, one friend says. She felt torn between her lifelong loyalty to him and her new dependence on her lover, who had taken her father’s place in her mind as her protector.

When Athina called me last November, she seemed highly agitated. “Did you talk to my father personally? Are you saying he criticized Doda to you? What did he say exactly?” she asked almost in one breath.

When I told her that I had not talked to her father directly and had not therefore personally heard his opinion of Alvaro, she seemed relieved, said that she had to take another call, and promised to phone me back. She never did.

Athina’s relationship with her father caused her anguish during certain periods of her life, she told a friend, though the outside world was unaware of it. Not only did Roussel warn Athina about omnipresent dangers—especially Greeks—he also demanded complete and unquestioning obedience. She has told friends that she was so frightened of angering her only surviving parent that his frequent outbursts devastated her.

According to a friend in whom she confided in São Paulo, Roussel would explode without warning. “Once, when she was about 12 or 13, he screamed at her so that she ran away and went to hide in an abandoned building, where she almost froze before they found her,” the friend told me. “Even later, when she was 17, she became so frightened when he exploded at her that she wet herself.” That was the year she left home for good.

The hard edge Roussel shows at times has not gone unnoticed even by his most ardent supporters. “Ironically, his good manners today conceal what he has always fought against in others—an authoritarian streak,” notes Alexis Mantheakis in a book he published in Greece in 2002, Athina—In the Eye of the Storm.

Despite her difficulties with her father, however, Athina loves him and continues to crave his approval. At the height of their difficulties last year, she wanted to give him half her fortune just to end the dispute, but Alvaro and her lawyers talked her out of it, according to a source close to the negotiations.

“Athina has no real understanding of what her fortune means,” says a Greek relative. “She thinks all she needs to live comfortably for the rest of her life is about $5 million, and she has no great interest in the rest. But she’s learning that having a big fortune is a big responsibility.”

Like her mother, Athina decided not to pursue a university education, choosing instead to go to riding school in Belgium at the age of 17. Her father, who also never went on to college after finishing the prestigious École des Roches, in France, is quoted by Stelio Papadimitriou as not having placed a high value on an education for Athina. “He once told me, ‘She doesn’t have to have an education. I don’t want a daughter with Coke-bottle glasses. She has me and her brother, Erik, to look after her affairs,’ ” said Papadimitriou. Alexis Mantheakis says, “I am sure Roussel in his heart would love Athina to go to university now or later.… He’s very proud of his son [Erik, now 19,] for passing his first-level baccalaureate last summer and is delighted that Erik is going to go to a good university.”

People who know Athina say that she comes by her strength of character through her stepmother, Gaby, who for 15 years reared her along with her own three children in the unpretentious, five-bedroom Villa Bois L’Essert, in Lussy-sur-Morges, a village outside Lausanne. In 1990, two years after Christina died and Roussel took the three-year-old girl to live with them, Gaby and Thierry were married, and Athina, Erik, and Sandrine were attendants at the wedding. Later the couple had a second daughter, Johanna, who is now 13. Gaby’s three children seem to be as affectionate toward Athina as they are with one another. (The settlement Athina made with her father reportedly includes generous amounts for her step-siblings and her stepmother.)

Throughout her childhood, Athina was on a firm schedule and a small allowance, enrolled at local public schools, and indulged only by being allowed to pursue her passion for horses (which is shared by Sandrine). Gaby, who comes from a middle-class Swedish family, got Athina interested in animals and the environment. Even at the height of Athina’s legal battle with her father, she spoke regularly with Gaby on the phone.

It’s generally believed that Athina had a much more stable life with Gaby than she would have had with her mother. Christina spoiled the child hopelessly, giving her dolls dressed in Dior couture, a private zoo, and, when she could sing “Baa Baa Black Sheep,” a flock of sheep and a shepherd to tend them. She would shower her with gifts and then disappear on another jet-set trip, in search of a man who would love her for herself and not her money.
If Gaby’s firm, loving influence has given Athina a solid foundation, her real mother’s life has served as a cautionary tale. In the last year Athina has taken dramatic steps to assert herself, to assume control of her fortune, and to re-establish her links to her heritage. She has even asked the Greek consul in Recife to find someone to teach her Greek. This rapprochement with her background, however, could be seen as an attempt to placate the directors of the Onassis foundation so that she can make a grab for the presidency of that half of the Onassis fortune. Friends of hers in Athens have been quietly trying to find out what exactly it would take for her to seek the presidency when she becomes eligible to do so at 21, in 2006.

The requirements are stiff. The will of Onassis says only that the president must be elected by a majority of the board, and the current members say that Athina is far from qualified for the job. While the bylaws pushed through by her mother stipulate in Article 6(b) that the charity’s president shall be a descendant of Onassis’s, as long as one is available, and shall assume the post “without the requirement of election … for life,” they also state that the president must be “eligible” by having reached “the age of 21 years” and by having the “capacity to serve and being willing to serve” its interests. “We spent millions trying to get Roussel to educate and train her to be able to take over, but she has not even finished high school, and she has no business experience whatsoever,” says Papadimitriou. “How can she serve the interests of the foundation?”

The educational background of Athina’s future husband is not much stronger than her own. Alvaro’s father, Ricardo, has a share in several companies under the banner of Pamcary. His mother, Elizabeth, is a psychologist. But Alvaro, like Athina, never finished high school, and he never showed much interest in his father’s enterprises. Since he was 10, he has pursued his passion for riding. When he began to compete professionally, he was financed by a $20,000-a-month allowance from his family and by rich sponsors, including the automaker Audi.

Clearly Alvaro is behind Athina’s efforts to become more Greek. He urges her to strengthen her national identity and her ties to the Onassis legacy on every front. He arranged for her to join the Greek riding club, and he encourages her to visit Greece and learn the language. The inevitable question that friends and relatives are asking about Alvaro’s influence on Athina is this: is he altruistically helping her gain the strength to stand on her own feet and assert her rights, or is he a fortune hunter motivated by greed, like so many of the men who victimized Christina? “She listens to him, values his opinion above all others, but she also asks others what they think, and in the end she makes her own decisions,” a confidant of both says. Alvaro has been careful not to seem to be influencing Athina. Whenever she met with her lawyers during her legal battle with her father, Alvaro made a point of not attending the meetings, a source close to the negotiations says.

How Athina will deal with her new wealth and responsibilities remains to be seen. “She is at a crossroads right now,” says Alexis Mantheakis. “Will she follow her mother’s path and have a turbulent private life, focus on the values her stepmother taught her and pursue her interest in animals and the environment, or fulfill her destiny as an Onassis and revive her grandfather’s legacy?”

Only Athina can answer those questions, and her decisions over the next few years will determine whether she becomes another victim of the Onassis curse or a survivor.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Aristotle Onassis the king of kings












"All that really counts these days is money," Aristotle Onassis once said. "It's the people with money who are the royalty now." By that maxim, the ambitious, expansive Greek shipping magnate was a king of kings. Until he died of bronchial pneumonia in 1975 in Paris at age 69, after months of suffering from myasthenia gravis (a debilitating disease that weakens the body muscles), Onassis had flamboyantly ruled an empire of ocean tankers and airlines, banks, real estate holdings and trading companies. His total worth was estimated to be at least 3 billions.

Unlike many of his reclusive peers in that small realm of the super-super-rich, Onassis knew how to spend as lavishly as he earned. Known around the world as "Ari" or "Daddy-O" (his Greek friends - including me, however, called him "Telis," the diminutive of Aristotle), he was the prime mover of the jet set. He had residences in half a dozen cities, an Ionian island of his own and an elegant art collection. He boasted the world's most lavish yacht, the Christina, a 325-ft. rebuilt Canadian frigate complete with sumptuous bathrooms lined in Siena marble and fitted with gold-plated faucets. He also—as gossip-column readers well knew—enjoyed the company of beautiful and famous women. Fittingly, he had the ultimate jet-set consort: he startled the world by marrying Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy on Oct. 20, 1968.

Onassis was not to the villa born. The son of a Greek tobacco merchant, he grew up in the Turkish city of Smyrna. At age 17 he left his family, who by then had fled to Greece, and traveled by steerage to Argentina with less than $60 in his pocket. By the time he was 23, he had parlayed his earnings from odd jobs (such as dishwashing and working as a telephone lineman) into a million-dollar business that included cigarette manufacturing, dealing in rugs, hides and furs, and operating a decrepit tramp freighter. His formula: 20-hour work days, a penchant for juggling several deals at one time, an ability to unravel the complex maritime laws.

Onassis was also willing to take risks. During the Depression he bought merchant ships at rock-bottom prices, even though there was a world glut of cargo capacity. In World War II, those aging vessels earned him huge profits by carrying supplies for the Allies. Later he pioneered the supertanker, building a fleet of at least 50 oil carriers.

An exuberant bachelor until he was 40, Onassis in 1946 married 17-year-old Athina ("Tina") Livanos, daughter of one of Greece's most powerful shipping tycoons, Stavros Livanos. The marriage also made Onassis the brother-in-law of Shipper Stavros Niarchos, his rival for wealth, status and flamboyance.

The marriage had dynastic overtones, but in the late 1950s Onassis struck up a long-playing romance with tempestuous Opera Diva Maria Callas. In 1960, Tina sued for divorce, after having given Onassis a son and heir, Alexander, and a daughter, Christina. Onassis' affair with Callas lasted nearly a decade, but by 1968, according to a friend, he was passionately in love with Jackie Kennedy. Their marriage prompted banner—and not always friendly—headlines throughout the world. JACKIE, HOW COULD YOU? asked Stockholm's Expressen.

Belly Dancers. After the honeymoon, the marriage was filled with what one intimate of Ari's called "the nights of long silences." Jackie loved concerts, ballet and theater; Onassis preferred raucous bouzouki music, belly dancers and at times the company of roistering Greek businessmen. Much of the time they lived separate lives; Jackie had visited her husband, who had been in the hospital for five weeks, a few days earlier but was in New York City last week at the time of his death. When they were both in Manhattan, she resided with her children Caroline and John Jr. at her 15-room Fifth Avenue apartment, while Ari stayed in a suite at the Hotel Pierre. Nonetheless, intimates insist, there was much mutual affection and consideration in the marriage.

Life changed dramatically for Onassis two years ago, when his son Alexander, then 24, was killed in a plane crash. "He aged overnight," observed a close associate. "He suddenly became an old man." In business negotiations he was uncharacteristically absentminded, irrational and petulant. When I was in Paris fro business, he invited me to come several to his flat in Paris 88 Foch Avenue just to speak about his lost son and how life was meaningless since he disappeared, he obviously wanted to rejoin his son and was blaming all the Greek gods for this unacceptable event.

In his last public appearances, the lingering effects of myasthenia gravis were apparent: his eyelids were taped open because his muscles had become too weak to hold them up. With Onassis' death, the world lost one of its most extraordinary entrepreneurs. However, he left little legacy—no monuments, no great acts of philanthropy, no record of achievement other than a succession of business deals. All that remains is the memory of a vital, tough, self-made millionaire who clearly believed that living well was the best revenge and, more than most mortals, could exact and enact it.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Onassis the businessman












Aristotle Onassis was born in Smyrna in Turkey on January 1, 1906. His father was Socrates Onassis and his mother Penelope Onassis. His father had been a profitable trader whose main specialty was tobacco.


From an early age, young Aristotle had to face some tough life challenges. The first of these were his mother Penelope, which resulted in personal loss and a sense of rebellion in Ari, as he came to be called. The next big challenge was when the Turks invaded Smyrna and the family had to flee. His father was captured, but Ari devised a way to get his father released.

After this episode, Ari felt a sense of disillusionment in Europe and headed for the new world and Argentina. There he started to work as a telephone switchboard operator. This allowed him to listen in on conversations and learn the language. He especially liked to listen in to some calls between Argentina and New York. One of these yielded an attractive deal where he made some money speculatively.

Ari saw an opportunity to import some of his father's tobacco products and promptly organized it into a profitable business. When Greece would later change their export regulations, Ari would become a consul for Greece in Argentina (aka. a spy) so that he could continue the business without the additional taxes and duties.

It was during his time in Argentina that Ari started to build his fleet. His first purchase was six ships from a Canadian shipping company during the Great Depression at scrap metal prices. During these ships' first commercial voyage, Ari had to come up with the idea of changing the flag of a ship to a convenience flag.

While the Second World War resulted in some of his ships being held in neutral European ports, it was not all bad for him. For after the war, Ari made some significant purchases of old ships from the US Navy by registering a US Corporation to purchase it.

Ari was a man that had a keen business sense and could finely balance all the different parts of a deal. None illustrate this better than how he handled the Saudi Arabian oil deal (purpose was to transport the oil as that was where the money were to be made) on which the big four oil companies had a monopoly. His shrewd intervention in politics (buying of officials) resulted in the contract being awarded to him. When the other companies complained, they were told "but that's the way we do business over here."

Ari's personal life was a story of glitz and glamour as well. He always had a beautiful woman on his arms. If it weren't his wife, Tina (whom he strategically married to enter the shipping elite), it was Maria Callas and later even the former wife of John F Kennedy, Jackie Kennedy.

When his son, Alexander, died before him in a plane crash in 1973, Ari was devastated. Alexander was buried on the family island Skorpios near Greece. Not long after that, Aristotle Onassis finally surrendered to death on March 15, 1975. Most of the shares in his companies he left to the Alexander Onassis Foundation. His grand daughter, Athina Roussel, remains one of the richest youngsters in the world through the legacy left by him. Thus, even after death, the legend of Aristotle Onassis lives on.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Aristotle Onassis VS Niarchos









I first encountered Stavros Niarchos face to face four months before I got to know Aristotle Onassis, the man who defined my career as a ship owner, and whose shadow I became for years to come. I met Niarchos in mid-May 1959 when the Creole was moored in the Bay of Vouliagmeni, outside of Athens. It was the most elegant and expensive yacht in the whole world at that time, a three-masted ebony masterpiece. I was | an avid hunter of front-page news, and as always I stalked my game with a photographer beside me. This particular day we decided to lay in wait on the beach, hoping for a few words from Niarchos, and maybe a picture of the already world-famous shipowner. I remember hoping that he would be entertaining some young beauty on his ship, in which case a place on the front page would be a sure thing. In Greek we call a shipping magnate a Stolarchos, meaning the commander of a fleet, something much more than a shipowner. In truth many of these mercantile fleet owners, these Greek shipping magnates, were more powerful than navy admirals.What was Niarchos at that time, thirteen years after his acquisition of his first Liberty ship? He was a famous fifty-year-old opulent, Greek Stolarchos. He owned his own private island, Spetsopoula, and he privately entertained kings, assorted bluebloods and nobility, heads of government and celebrated artists. He was also renowned for his passion to enrich his private collection of great impressionist painting. Along with Aristotle Onassis and Stavros Livanos (the father-in-law of both Niarchos and Onassis), they represented the most famous and powerful triumvirate of "Golden Greeks," who governed seas and oceans with their fleets. Not that there weren't other Greek sea-rulers, for | example, the families of Laimos, Goulandris, Embeirikos, Pateras and Hatzipateras, Kouloukountos, and others. But the two brothers-in-law with their wives, the two fashionable and beautiful daughters of Livanos, the great shipowner from Chios, occupied the social columns of the foreign press almost daily. It was time of great public interest in all kinds of blue bloods - stars and legends of Hollywood, of the opera and the ballet, and rising political leaders who made up the new aristocracy.



Onassis, the most flamboyant of the great shipowners, had at his service the pen of Hollywood's arch-gossip-columnist, Elsa Maxwell, and he often entertained on his yacht, the Christina, Winston Churchill the veteran Father of Victory of World War II. So from the beginning, Onassis was the front-runner, as they say at the races. He led the field in the race to gain the attention of prominent personalities. Already Kennedy, Greta Garbo, Elizabeth | Taylor and Richard Burton, but also heads of state had visited his yacht at Monte Carlo, (over which he ruled for some time) to pay their respects to Churchill. The kings of Greece and Belgium, whom Niarchos entertained, did not measure up to the stature of Churchill. So the fifty-year-old collector of paintings was envious | and on the lookout for a counterattack to win the first prize of prominence from his brother-in-law.

The rivalry between Niarchos, the man from Piraeus, and Onassis, the man from Smyrna, had begun after World War II, in New York City, when both acquired a Liberty ship and coveted the same woman, none other than the youngest daughter of the great shipowner Stavros Livanos. The beautiful Athena, finally married Onassis. The unyielding Niarchos asked in marriage Athena's oldest sister, Eugenia, so the two brothers-in-law sharpened their swords during the holiday and Sunday afternoon dinners their father-in-law held at the Plaza Hotel in New York, or | at his estate in London.

Twelve years had passed since that time, but the rivalry of the two (who were becoming even richer year-by-year) continued. They competed over who get the biggest tanker, the most luxurious yacht, the most private island, the most blue-blooded and super-star guests, the most expensive houses and villas at the | farthest reaches of the earth; and finally, who would accumulate the most wealth....

During all those years of abundant harvests and successes, had children and gave the impression of being exemplary family men, but, as they were most healthy and robust (as Costas Gratsos told me), they clandestinely fooled around with models, starlets, social courtesans and whores, the women most well-known for their beauty and social standing. Both of them had first tasted sex and had proved their virility in common brothels: Aristos in those of Smyrna, and Stavros in those of Piraeus. Consequently, the whole idea of purchased sex was a standard habit of theirs, with the difference that, after their marriage, they used their yachts as | bachelor flats. Then Greta Garbo, Elizabeth Taylor and some French actresses [to drink them in a glass] came on the "Christina" at Monte Carlo, and Niarchos (who saw the pictures | in newspapers and magazines) was furious with envy.As a journalist always on the hunt for the amorous escapades of | the notorious rich and famous, I was pricked by the suspicion that the one of the two rival brothers-in-law who decided to create an erotic scandal would become front-page news and would surpass the other in the battle for publicity.

That morning the old man woke up in a fair mood and invited the nurse - young and beautiful - to take tea with him. He asked her where she was from - a real New Yorker, she told him - but he did not believe her. She must have come from someplace deep in rural America, Niarchos thought, and she had come to the big city to become a nurse and seduce some doctor or rich patient. Even though Niarchos employed only Greeks for his male staff, his female employees were all foreign. He wanted to see only long-legged bodies around him; long and slender like the masts of his yacht, the Creole, and not some low-assed lighters.

As soon as Felix collected the dishes, Hilary brought a batch of fax-messages and notes to Niarchos and began reading them to him one at a time. The old man listlessly said, "Yes" for some and "No" for some others because he was acutely aware that there, on Fifth Avenue, he was left with just a bed to die in. The rest of the furniture was nothing more than decorations for an expected death. He thought of his wealth. It would be divided by his children. It would be plundered by his grandchildren, daughters- and sons-in-law, and all the other the fuckers of the extended Niarchos family. Oh my God, no, no, he thought to himself. It was impossible that his ingenious ideas, his labour and effort, the moves of a master on the chessboard of the universal shipping business, would reach the hands of such clumsy ungainly people. My God, no, he thought. A great lion's booty would become prey for jackals and hyaenas.

"Go away, all of you," the old man yelled suddenly. The secretary and the butler quickly retreated to avoid the full impact of his outburst. "You stay," he told the terrified nurse, gesturing to her to approach.

Women always either calmed or angered him, but this minute Stolarchos felt he needed a little relief, a little loosening of his nerves because his doctor told him often, "Less nervousness, more life]." He smiled at the beautiful woman, sweetly telling her, "Come sit next to me." When she brought a chair close to him, she sat and in his the wrinkled hand he held her young one. He creased his prune-like mouth drawing in her feminine perfume through his nostrils. "Channel No 5" he asked her. "Yes, sir," she answered, frightened, because she had used some without permission from the little bottle she found in the bathroom, the one Niarchos's old guests used.

The old man felt himself calming down. "My little girl, what memories you bring back," the old man whispered and closed his eyes.

In her mind, the nurse wished that he would begin to caress her and use her any way he wanted. He could not cease being a Magnate for her, even though he was a disgusting one. She thought that he could I not only give her gifts, but also possibly remember her in his will.

Niarchos continued to hold her hand and, reclining there in the armchair, he remembered the women he had enjoyed. Anonymous and faceless ones in the brothels at Vourla and Troumba, well known ones of Athenian high society. The old man no longer had either sexual desires or passions, and abruptly his mood changed. His brain smouldered as if giving off an evil smelling smoke. Women, he thought.... All of them hide between their legs their most loathsome property, a portal of life, but also of dirt; a gate of unspeakable sweetness, and of deadly enjoyment too.

The old man's brain continued to grind away at every disgusting memory that came to him that moment. He saw clothing being shed from lithe bodies, simultaneous gasps of sensual pleasure and hypocrisy, as the unfortunate lover gathers his hot blood and empties his spine while the mistress often pretended her passion. Theatrical displies of the whore and of the shipowner's wife differed in nothing, absolutely nothing ... in nothing, he thought. The bitches.

Channel No. 5 filled his nostrils again...

...Stavros Niarchos visited the Eurotas flour mills, where his uncles would give him pocket-money. When he got it, he ran fast to save himself from the flour dust that reached the office. And he ran to Neo Phaliro to dive into the sea from the boardwalk. He remembered those days when men and women had to swim from separate places, as they now had to use separate bathrooms. It was much later mixed bathing became the custom. Neo Phaliro of the 20's. The subway building, Theater by the sea shore, the wooden boardwalk...

The young girls accompanied by their mothers, the dandies with their straw-hats. Going swimming was a family affair then, and he was usually responsible for his young cousins, Stavros and Spyros Koumantaros. He had to watch out so they did not swim into deep water. He idly watched the young girls. They were staringat that young guy parading around on his motorbike, the Aristos Onasis. He burned rubber just to show off. He wore dark glasses to protect his face and eyes from the wind, as he crossed the whole of Athens coming from Kifissia to reach Neo Phaliro and Piraeus, in order to stare at girls and ships. Later, he disappeared. He went to Argentina, representing his father to buy and sell tobacco, as they said. His name, Aristotle Onassis. Niarchos heard about him again years later, from his cousin Aglaia Koumantarou, who had been cut off by the war in America and there she had met him in Los Angeles. He told everyone, "I left Greece to save myself from the Greeks, but also from my father, who wanted me to become a salesman." Aristos suffocated under his father's shadow, just as Stavros did under his uncles' patronage. As the man from Smyrna came into his mind, he became upset and mumbled insults, incomprehensible to the nurse who anxiously came to his bed...

...Ares Onasis, still an adolescent, had freed - through a momentous gratuity - his father from the Turkish prison and proudly had brought him to Kifissia where the whole family had been gathered. According to custom, they had slaughtered a lamb, and the head of the family blessed it. They roasted it, had a demijohn of wine, drank, and then all of them began dancing, listening to songs from Smyrna on a phonograph with a funnel.

if you knew my pain, my heart's pain, aman, oh, aman your eyes would weep as do mine, aman, oh, aman.

As the Smyrnaic voice accompanied by the Anatolian lute and lyre tore the hearts of the refugee family, who just a while ago lived in riches, Artemis started crying. But the fifteen-year-old Nikos Konialidis recounted to Aristos how he had become a casual money-changer as soon as they arrived on Mytilene: "As I was saying cousin, I climbed on a chair and I bought and sold bank-notes."

The adolescent Aristos kissed him and then told his sister: "Stop crying; others left their carcasses in Asia Minor, while we saved ourselv...

...They lived in a villa at the aristocratic district of Long Neck, and Stavros had begun to transform himself into a shipowner. He kept a cook and a gardener for her, but when the South American Magnate, Alberto Donero, invited them to his mansion at Center Island for a weekend, Niarchos realized just how far he still stood from the real magnates of wealth. First there was a sitting room for receiving guests, then two immense drawing rooms, and twelve people providing service, Outside were spacious verandahs, swimming pool, grass, tennis courts, flower-beds, very tall trees. Inside, crystal chandeliers, the most expensive antiques, paintings by famous artists, and furniture brought from all over Europe. And when they sat down for dinner, men found a gold tobacco-box and women platinum perfume, holders.

The fledgling shipowner was shocked by the riches and opulence and Melpo was bedazzled by the dress of Mrs. Donero, a former Hollywood starlet, which probably cost as much as Melpo's complete wardrobe.

Onassis was also invited. Niarchos remembered him at Neo Faliro before the war, that little tramp with the motorcycle and those golf trousers. Forty-five-years old now, his hair parted and slicked back, and wearing a double-breasted suit, but without the dark glasses that became his trademark later. Spyros Skouras, the president of FOX, often teased him that he could easily fit the role of a Mafia guy in a gangster movie. Onassis laughed loudly that he preferred to be hired as a trainer for stars and starlets who did sex scenes. The short but well-built man from Smyrna slipped like an eel from drawing room to drawing room to find guests who interested him. Not only high government officials, but also beautiful women. He was popular because of his bold and daring jokes, and he enchanted even Melpo, whom he accompanied from person to person, introducing her to persons of authority, bankers, stockbrokers, and artists. Once even, he introduced her to her ... husband, but Niarchos had his mind elsewhere, in Liberty ships and maybe on those T2 tankers that Americans were willing to sell cheaply...

...The thirty-seven years old Niarchos desired Athena, whom they called Tina, and paid no attention to her older sister, Eugenia, whose name they had changed to Jenny. She was beautiful too, but a bit cold, not a tease like the young one. I'll wait, he thought, for her to grow up a bit; I'll divorce Melpo, and ask her hand in marriage from Livanos. One day, however, he realized that the young one belonged to Onassis who, from that moment on, became his most hated enemy. He was taking a walk at Central Park when suddenly she rode by, quick as lightning, with her bike, followed equally quickly by Aristos, that old satyr. Niarchos sat on a bench and, shortly, saw them returning on their bikes, one next to the other, holding each other by the shoulder, and flirting like love stricken adolescents.
Tipping the concierge at the "Plaza," listening to this and this and that, he learnt that the hotel had been buzzing, a while now, with gossip about the shrimp and the seventeen years old girl. He almost died; he did not know how to react, what plans to
conceive to get her from him, until the young one disappeared. A new tip, more recent news. Tina had broken her leg horseback riding, was confined in her suite and, as Livanos was away in London, Onassis kept her company for hours with Arieta's blessings because she wanted him as her son-in-law. When the man from Chios heard about all this, he got mad, shut the door on him [Onassis], but as the proverb says, [if the bride and groom want, the father-in-law wants].
The bomb exploded when the wedding was announced in New York and Greek newspapers and the social column of TIMES commented that two shipping Colossi unite. What Colossus (Livanos got angered)? The groom had not even got one fourth of his fleet. Onassis laughed remarking that the ships he owned were his alone while he would distribute them among his children. Sleep peacefully, the father-in-law would be upset again, giving as a bridal gift to his daughter a ship with half of the purchase installments still unpaid.
The wedding took place in December, 1946, in the Orthodox Cathedral of New York, presided by Archbishop Athenagoras; the best man was shipowner Andreas Embirikos, and, although the rest of the shipping social circles whispered that they would ignore the event, all came accompanied by spouses and children.
The wedding reception was held in the grand room of the hotel; the newlyweds, among the Archbishop, the Patriarch of the Greek shipowners, Stavros Livanos, the bridegroom's father-in-law, and his wife, Arieta, the president of Twentieth Century Fox, Spyros Skouras, and the head of the great-shipowners and of the American Greeks! Niarchos congratulated bride and bridegroom
with a fake smile and went to his table, at the back, along with some small time shipowners and skippers. There was lots of food and drink, two orchestras—one foreign, one Greek—toasts and wishes, bride and groom opening up the dancing floor.
Cruel memory, for digging everything up.
Here is Eugenia Livanos, dark and beautiful too, but not like the bride who danced an Argentinean, full of passion tango with the bridegroom. Niarchos got up, and with his agile, nimble walk, in his elegant tuxedo, approached the older daughter of Livanos: "May I have this danser
The daughter of the magnate smiled arrogantly and extended her lace-clad delicate hand to the invitation of the elegant man who led her to the dance floor. At that moment, tango ended and waltz began, a dance in which Onassis was not as good as he was in the South-American rhythm, which was his forte. With self-confidence Niarchos whirled his dance partner in the rhythm of "The Blue Danube" and she had gracefully left herself to his lead, drunk with Johann Strauss. When the music ceased, everyone applauded the couple and only then did Eugenia Livanos noticed that other couples had withdrawn from the dance floor to admire them. She did not meet her partner's eye, however, because he was looking for the bride who, devoted to the bridegroom, happily flirted with him being in love, as she could not hide it. That night Niarchos felt in him his passion, desire for the young daughter of the Chios born man—whom someone else enjoyed—to flood and burn him inside like lava. He was crazed, biting his bed sheets, thinking of the bridegroom delighting in bridal bed...

It was May third, 1970, a horrible date. Early summer and his guests at Spetsopoula were still in their bungalows or at the beach. A maniac with cooking, Eugenia supervised the preparation of one of her special recipes in the kitchen. Spied upon by the host since early morning, Tina examined a photo-album in the living room.
He took the chance and sat next to her, pretending to idly looking at the pictures as well. She turned and smiled at him, her dimples appearing on her cheeks. Seeing them, [his blood hit his head,] he grabbed her and, before having time to resist him, he began kissing her cheeks passionately. She pushed him off Surprised.
- Stavros, what's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?
- Not now... it's been twenty-four years, since I first saw these dimples and wanted to kiss them. But the Smyrniote got ahead and took you from me, and then ... that closet-fairy.... But now, the time has come, my little girl, to have you....
- You've gone mad, truly; you know, I'm not that little girl at the "Plaza" any more, but a forty-one-year-old woman. I've got two kids and you've got four, and you are my sister's husband.
- That female crow, he said, and grabbed her, kissing her clumsily like a schoolboy.
A shriek was heard; it was Jenny, who was bringing them a platter with mezedes. It fell on the floor; she turned, crying, and run up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. And while Tina had remained frozen, as a pillar of salt, Niarchos blasphemed the Divine and run after his wife, but she had already locked herself in her bedroom.
- You silly girl, it was a joke, he shouted from outside the door, but Jenny was breaking everything she found in her front while crying.
- Her husband opened the locked door with a master key and found her, face down on her bed, yelling hysterically.
-1 expected it from you, cheat, but my sister?
- It's not Tina's fault, my darling Jenny. It was me who made the joke.
- What joke, you scoundrel? You think I don't see you salivating all these years? Just wait, I'll tell the whole world, you'll be humiliated.
His wife tried to scratch him with her nails; he avoided her and pushing her, threw her on the bed.
- It's OK, you'll get over it, he said and left slamming the door so strongly that it was heard downstairs.
- In the living, there was neither Tina, nor anyone else, only the shadow of a servant by the window, hesitating to stay or disappear like the rest, who foreseeing a storm, had withdrew in the kitchen.
Niarchos drank, cursed and threw glasses occasionally. What a day that was. In the morning he had the first fight with his wife who did not want to have on the island that "bastard" of Ford, and there it was a while ago, this episode, which of course would continue, because Jenny believed that her husband had an affair with her sister.
Before the recounting of the events continues, of those episodes that followed the night of May 3rd, 1970, to arrive at the tragic death of Eugenia Niarchos, the great revelation must be done; a revelation that few people knew or know. The antecedent that preceded the tragic event (the erotic outburst of the host on his sister-in-law, witnessed by his wife) was not a fabrication of the writer's imagination, but the reporter's exclusive information; he collected it from the sister of Aristotle Onassis herself, when Artemis Garofalidis was still alive.
That tried woman had gone through a lot in her life. She lived through the destruction of Smyrna, the looting of her father's fortune, the flight of the refugees and of her own family. She gave birth to a mentally retarded child, and lived through the successive deaths of the Onassis family members. Even though she was wealthy, thanks mainly to her brother, she left this life disappointed and tormented. That woman got to know of what preceded the events of that night, not only from the shadow-servant, but from Tina herself who recounted everything in detail, with all Ps and Qs, as they said in Smyrna. The only person who did not find the thread [clue] of Ariadne that night at Spetsopoula was Police lieutenant Kotronis, the first to interrogate both Stavros Niarchos and Tina Livanos. Nor could the subsequent interrogators and district attorneys consider, intentionally or unintentionally, the possibility of the magnate's flirtations with his sister-in-law, so the clue, in the labyrinth of Spetsopoula, remained entangled for ever; because this time Theseus did not kill the Minotaur, but the bull drove his horns in and killed his wife, whom wealth sacrificed, without punishment indeed, while Justice shut its eyes.
Words for a melodrama script accompanied by the reader's suspicions that the writer utters revelations that cannot be verified since Artemis Garofalidis is not in life; however, there are two more sisters of Garofalidis, that is, Meropi Konialidis and Kalliroe Patronikolas, who are not only alive but can, if they would (because they keep their mouths tightly shut for twenty-seven years and are not of the types that appear on the TV "windows"), confirm the event-clue that preceded the tragic death of Eugenia Niarchos.

...The old man did not want to remember that moment, the most pathetic moment he had ever experienced with a woman, which moment, however, turned out to be the most moving one. Tina was in his arms, wearing her transparent negligee, certainly prepared for what was to follow. Nonetheless, she had taken her pills, a light dosage of barbiturates. Niarchos realized he held a soulless doll with a voice: "We are not good for such things now, my Stavros, she said and began crying."
Tina was 42 years old, but felt old, much older than her new husband who was twenty years older than she was. Stavros watched the castle he had built crumbling down as if made of a pack of cards. Now or never, he thought; using his lemon-perfumed handkerchief, he wiped off the tears that streamed down her lovely dimples. She was touched and extended her arms that embraced him like white doves, just before the pills' effect began.
"Tina, my love," Stavros Niarchos whispered and continued as he kissed her passionately: "Whatever I became, I owe it to you, for I wanted your respect and admiration!"
"Tom, Tom..."
In his daze, the old man asked for the support of the shadowy butler because he was the only one he got left.
Meanwhile, the butler was rummaging in his dossiers and clippings to find information about the marriage of Tina and Stavros, but he could not because their matrimonial life did not include outbursts and reveling, highs and lows that attract reporters and paparazzi.
Theirs was the strangest marriage ever to take place; it was neither sexual passion, nor a match-making, but the mingling of an absurd logic based on financial interests and on the wish for a refuge of two people, who after the storm, were searching for peace. Niarchos showed interest in Tina's children, who, however, did not want even to see him. One day he surprised her; he gave her a list with information on the property of Onassis.
- So that you know in detail what exactly Jackie is after, he told her.
The former Mrs. Onassis knew about most of the information, but some of it was unknown to her: a fleet of freighters and tankers that exceeded the seventy vessels. Stocks that accounted for one-third of the capital of Onassis, in oil companies in the USA, the Middle East, and Venezuela. Additional shares that secured his control of ninety-five multinational businesses on the five continents. Gold processing plants in Argentina and Uruguay. A great share in an airline in Latin America and $4 million dollars worth of investments in Brazil. An electronics company in Japan. Also companies like Olympic Maritime and Olympic Tourist; chemical company in Persia; apartments in Paris, London, Monte Carlo, Athens, Acapulco, a castle in South France; Olympic Tower, a fifty-two story high-rise in Manhattan, another building in Sutton Place; Olympic Airways and Air Navigation; islands Scorpios and Sparta; the yacht "Christina"; and finally, deposit accounts and accounts in treasuries in two hundred and seventeen banks in the whole World!
'What can I use this list for?" she asked him.
He looked at her with his cunning, sardonic gaze:
"It isn't only the list, my sweet. I've sent my people out, too. At every opportunity they gather information on any and all changes and transfers of property assets which belong to Aris today, but which tomorrow will go to Alexandras and Christina, provided, of course, the Smyrna man won't lose it in the meantime or that good-for-nothing American woman and her kids don't grab most of it."
"Don't speak nonsense, Stavros, because Aris will leave everything to Alexandros, whom he holds dearer than the crown of his whole kingdom.

Everything fell apart when the Piaggio aircraft of Alexandras crashed during its take off on 23 January 1973. Sitting in his armchair, Niarchos read from the book, The Onassis Dynasty: Tragedy and Riddle:
"We all read in the papers how Alexandros Onassis died, twenty-eight hours after the crash of his Piaggio that was operated by the newly-arrived American pilot Donald McCasker. However, nowhere did we read the name of the man who had misconnected the wires between the control panel and the helm. This is the man that Aristotle Onassis was looking for until the moment he realized the reverse counting that signaled the end of his own life had begun. "Limberopoulos, they killed my boy!" He said the same thing to everyone with whom he had a close acquaintance or friendship during the last months before he died. He added that he had to have Christina married as soon as possible because she was in danger to be killed. Uttering his own words, the spiritually and physically broken father of Alexandras appeared terrified, and would lower his voice. Who? The fearless Onassis, who, since the time he saw Smyrna in flames, never feared anything again in his life; the multibillionaire who never employed body-guards...

January 21rd 1973 France January 23rd 1973 Greece
...January 23rd, 1973: Phones started ringing all around the world. In New York, shocked and numb, the father stood with phone in hand; then he cried:
"Save my son ... save him and I'll give you everything you will want... everything!
Tina, the young man's mother, hears the appalling news while in Germany. Stavros Niarchos, who is with her, accompanies her to Athens.
The sister of Alexandros, Christina, is in Brazil. In the beginning, she thinks this is a tragi-comical farce. Then, she hastens to the airport, looking ten years older. In the plane, she is informed that Alexandros is fighting -without any hope - with death.
The book slides from the old man's hands; he cannot continue reading but he remembers those tragic moments when, supporting Christina, he entered the hospital room where the machine kept Alexandros alive while his brain was already dead. After her son's death, Tina lost all interest in life. She even looked at her daughter with an empty gaze. As for Niarchos -who also mourned for Alexandros, she saw him as someone who took care of her life, who tried to dissuade her from using sedative and hypnotic pills...
Alexandros - Fiona
...The Niarchos couple happened to be in the same hall with Maria Callas during a charity event in Paris. The prima donna lost her composure. She remained petrified. Livanos's daughter, without losing her cool - she may not have seen her -, passed by, but Niarchos paused, made a light bow to his famous compatriot, and went on his way. They say that Callas told Jeffirelli, who was accompanying her, motioning her head towards Tina: "Here's a woman who's much more miserable than I am."...
...When she married to Niarchos, Tina was 42 years old, still fresh, beautiful and elegant. Looking at the children, Alexandros was 25 and Christina 23, one could think that they were her siblings, and certainly the mother was much more feminine than the daughter. A psychiatrist could explain the complexes of both children, considering the one lived with a woman much older than he, and the other was married a middle-age man. Since their mother was a beautiful socialite, and their father a businessman, always on the move, Alexandros and Christina had been raised by governesses, nannies, maids, and teachers. The children never felt the consistent family support and warmth, except during Christmas holidays and vacations. But even during those times, their parents took more care of their guests.
Tina Niarchos felt she was a mother only when she lost Alexandros. It was, however, too late to consider her faults, especially her biggest one: her sensitiveness and stubbornness to get a divorce at thirty-one when her children were twelve and ten years old and suffered a psychic trauma that followed them for the rest of their lives. Now, she had lost her son; now, Tina Livanos, former Mrs Onassis, former Bladford, and current Mrs Niarchos felt that her life had no meaning whatsoever. She increased the dosage of sedatives that she already used; consequently, her sexual appetite ceased. She continued to be the wife of Stavros Niarchos only on paper. Once they visited Scorpios, with their yacht, to pay homage to her son's grave; they tied her next to the 'Christina.' On her deck, where she had dined with both her first and last husbands, memories of festive nights with famous guests did not stir in her mind; instead, she felt Alexandros and Christina, as young children, playing and running around her. She began crying, falling in the arms, not of her husband, but of Aris, whom she felt as her own, her only husband in her sinful life. Niarchos understood and retreated a bit, glass in hand, but still able to hear his wife telling his eternal enemy:
My Aris, if I die, do not demand that I be buried here next to my child, for I was not a good mother, and I would disturb his peace. Let them place me next to our Eugenia, in Lausanne.
Tina had grown ten years older that period and so had Aris. They cried in each other's arms and for the first time tears, and many tears also streamed down the face of Niarchos. Tina retreated to sleep, having swallowed her barbiturates for sure, while the two men stayed up all night, drinking and talking. Onassis said he wanted his life to be over, while Niarchos consoled him that they had many years ahead of them.
The guy from Smyrna at some point looked at him in the eye and, suddenly, asked him: "I would like to know two things be­fore I leave this world, Stavros: Whether my son was murdered and how Evgenia died. You are the only person who can answer the second question.
Niarchos, dead drunk - quite the contrary of Onassis, who never got drunk - looked at him with a blank gaze:
"Aris," he said, "I could be wrong in anything that I tell you. Like I said in the interrogation, I don't remember exactly whathappened. So what can I tell you, especially since I'm drunk even now that you're asking me, just like I was that cursed night."
"Come on, let's go to bed," Onassis said and helped his rival in love and in wealth to get up.
When Onassis had taken him to his cabin, he waved at the steward to go away and told him: "I hope you tell me the truth in the next world, Stavros."
However, before closing the door, the guy from Smyrna said: "I'm talking nonsense. If there is another world, souls will be dis­charged of worldly affairs."
Next day, the one yacht passed by the other one and that was the last time the two sons-in-law met, two men whose rivalry created two of the grandest fortunes of this century...

...In January of 1954, the 'Tina Onassis' sails to Jidda, with Aris and his wife who are given hospitality in the palace of Saud. The Saudi Arabia-Onassis agreement is underway and the powerful oil companies feel as if a dwarf saws their gigantic legs.
Old Niarchos recalls all this, the stir Onassis provoked in the American government and Aramco, the excitement in the newspapers. And behold, lately an FBI agent filled newspapers and TV with his statements that supposedly I "had paid him to destroy Onassis!"
Stolarchos moves in his armchair, mumbles and curses. His nurse wipes off his drool while Hilary and his butler approach. He looks at them through the crack of his half-closed eye:
-They accused me for collaborating with agents to destroy Aris. Lies and vileness of fantasizing journalists and FBI retired cops, who attempt to get out of darkness into the light. Do you know what television means to a nameless and undistinguished man? A great opportunity for self-projection and publicity. I'm not sure but I think someone killed his whole family to get on the first page and be on the accursed television!
As every day so today the aged man remembers haphazardly his life's chapters; the one regarding the American government charges is nailed in his thought. He nods to his secretary to lean over, listen and respond:
-Do you remember what happened finally with the Onassis-FBI
The English woman hesitated to respond, but he insisted:
-Remind me exactly of all that happened even if you think you'll upset me.
Having lived with her boss's outbursts, her own shorthand scribbles, the keys of her typewriter, fax machines and telephones, his titanic struggle for wealth and power, the woman wipes off his sweating brow now and tells him:
-Onassis had become first page news in the American press, which, more or less, portrayed him as a new Luciano. In a few days, however, Onassis launched a counter-attack reminding the press that it was he who saved the American Bethlehem Shipyards from closing down, because he entrusted them with building a super tanker fleet for him; moreover, that during the Korean War, he set his ships -under foreign flag - at the disposal of the American Navy, and they thanked him publicly.
-What happened next? the old man urged, familiar with the answer but wanting to hear it again.
-The mafioso, Greek Luciano, became John Wayne!
The old man started laughing incessantly so that his secretary and nurse worried he might choke from his laughter. Upon calming down, he told them proudly:
-This is how we, the Greeks, are. We fight among ourselves, like weasels and jackals, but when in front of strangers, we become lions. But even lions grow old, he continued in an exhausted voice, and end up like Aris, with their fur and mane fleeced, mangy and pitiful, worthless even to rag-collectors of Seine. Why Seine? Because there, in Paris, died the most ferocious lion I met in this jungle called human antagonism and conceit. Tell me then, my dear Hilary, since you met Aris and me at the apex of our power, what is left of us? My pride is gone since you've got to pamper me like a baby, and I'm left with the mange, already smelling like carrion...

Today the big boss showed that although his mind had been imprisoned for months, it was ready to free itself. He stewed over the fact that his colossal fortune, whichhe had created alone, was being mastered by his sons while the doctors bent over his bed with pills, syringes and intravenoustubes. However, all this was over, finished, he told himself. Heresolved to eat again, to gain his strength, to get up and properlytake care of everyone! "I'm hungry," he yelled, and added:
-Bring me the newspapers, foreign and Greek.
Niarchos attempted to drink his juice but the glass shook in one hand, as did the piece of toast in his other. The juice streamed down his chin and the butler wiped it with a napkin scented with lemon blossom cologne.


"Take it," he said, and then beckoned them to push him, in the wheel chair, to his office. He commanded the secretary and the male-nurse to set him in front of the computer. Then he ordered them to leave him alone. From his pocket he took a small piece of paper with the code number written out, and began to press the keys. He wanted to survey his assets, to determine the current number of his ships, and find out about the last one he had acquired. He leaned over, with the magnifying glass in front of one eye, and saw number "22" and next to it a digital-image of the last tanker that had joined his fleet: OCEAN GUARDIAN: 292,000 tons 333 meters long 22 meters draught Shipbuilders: MITSUBISI, Japan (1993) Value: 88,000,000 USD


His bony fingers remained suspended above the keyboard as he recalled a moving scene three years ago in New York. Before departing for Japan to take delivery of his great tanker, his captain and officers had visited him at the hospital. With pride, he had pointed to Captain Dimitris Karakoulias and said to his son Constantine: "He is from Laconia, the Province of the Peloponnese, and I'm proud he'll lead the world's most modern tanker”


When his two legs still supported him, he flattered no one, but in his later days he found words of sympathy for those who would serve under the command of his children. Therefore he showed compassion for Captain Dimitris in front of his son, and remembered he had expressed his wish to take a trip with the megathere he would govern. "Why not, Captain Stavros?" the Laconian skipper had responded. But already the Stolarchos began to realize that sea travelling was now an impossibility for him, who had so fervently loved the sea.


"I envy you, for I won't be able to come with you," he had said to the officers, and then asked the captain about the number of officers and crew on the tanker. "Only twenty-four persons, ten Greek officers and fourteen Filipinos, to fill the inferior positions. Captain Stavros, this tanker is the most recent creation of modern shipbuilding. All navigational equipment is automated, so it doesn't require night shifts. The computer, from the engine room to the bridge, the helm, and all navigation, loading and unloading controls everything. It is also "double skin," that is, there is one vessel inside another, so if the hull cracks, the sea won't get polluted."


This is the new age of electronic navigation. The old man pressed the keys to find the lists from his golden epoch when he had 3.7 million tons of freighters and tankers. His fleet furrowed seas and oceans carrying gold-producing cargo: grains, coal, iron ore, timber, heating oil, and petroleum. Niarchos brought all this back to his memory; his tankers World Honor, World Horizon, World Kindness, all of them superior pieces, with turbine engines, built by I. H. I. Shipbuilders in Yokohama. For five or six years, these ships yielded great profits and then were put out of commission, dismantled and sold for scrap metal in Taiwan. He had no use for them since the Suez crisis (1967-1975) was over. The Suez crisis: what a lottery ticket! Of the 160 million tons of petroleum that poured out daily from wells in the Middle East, 100 million were destined for Europe and were transferred to the continent, the tankers having to navigate around Africa. A year before the Suez crisis, as if by sudden Divine illumination, Niarchos had increased the number of his tankers, which were already busy carrying petroleum priced three times above normal price! "A trip equals a ship!" yelled the lucky shipowner, who was not only lucky but forward-thinking as well. While other ship owners scurried around trying to order tankers, he was already channeling his immense profits not into the acquisition of new ships, but to other profitable businesses, this time on the mainland. He had driven all the traditional ship owners crazy, this commercial navigation "parachutist," Who built ships when the others hesitated to do so. And when they tried to emulate him, they failed, because the sea had speculatively dried up, and Niarchos had already gone into mainland businesses.


Onassis had increased his fortune during that time, and was considered wealthier than his rival, because he possessed not only his fleet and his aircraft company Olympic Airways, but mostly through his behavior which made the front pages of most newspapers. He had convinced everyone that he was the biggest Magnate of all.


Initially, Onassis's great notoriety did not matter so much to Niarchos. He knew the man from Smyrna was an exhibitionist, showing off] for public consumption. After all, Onassis only had a metal yacht, a power boat, that is, worthless and tasteless, like his art collections of dissimilar pieces and artistic styles. Niarchos, on the other hand, had a yacht that was a work of art, and a painting collection of the greatest impressionists. Even the most elite of world society bowed to his good taste.


Once, the Olympic gold-medallist and successor to the Greek throne, Constantine, had teased him: "Mr.. Niarchos, Onassis fooled you and adopted the word Olympic, with the five circled emblem, in the names of his ships. Why didn't you think of


"Your Highness, I preferred the word World, in naming my ships since I'm not after an Olympic metal every four years. I beat the world record every year!"


On the other hand, the man from* Smyrna criticized that Niarchos used the colors blue, white and red on his steam-boats, along with an enormous "N," which reminded everyone of France and Napoleon Bonaparte.


"And what does that mean?" his closest associate, Costas Gratsos, asked him.


Onassis answered: "Don't you understand what he means by that? He thinks he is the Stolarchos, what am I saying?, the emperor of oceans."


When Niarchos learned of all this he used to get furious. Now in the same way, he recalled it all and stooped over the complete list of all the ships he had ever owned, to ascertain that indeed he had been the Greatest Stolarchos of them all...

...Suddenly, the wretched image of that lunatic Howard Hughes jammed his dream. What a horrible end that handsome man had, who was envied by the most wealthy of the world before losing his mind to drugs. Isolated in his invincible fortress, gripped with a terrible paranoia that someone would poison him; unwashed, unshaven, with his long hair plastered by dirt, naked on his bed; and the monitor in front of him, checking the entrance, the corridors, the stairways, his personnel in their rooms, in the kitchen. He resembled a bone-thin Tarzan, a miserable king of the jungle. The man who once had so many of Hollywood's Janes at his feet. During his prime, they raced to be the first to enter his mansions and the biggest plane in the world that he himself had designed and piloted.
The old man was violently awaken by the nightmare: "Thank you, my Lord, that I didn't end up like him. Maybe my body got thin and feeble, but my mind preserves its youthful nature especially, since it can still calculate my calculable.
His eyes met the Cephalonian man:
"Õou know what I was dreaming about? That looney, Hughes, who was terrified that his guards and service people would poison him. Do you think maybe I have something to fear from you, too? And do you know what your motive will be? Jealousy and envy; because, with absolutely no help, a man like me managed to climb all the steps of life one-by-one and, after titanic battles, he set his flag on the top of the mountain. I'll tell you so you know Tom ... I started with a nutshell of dinghy, which was sunk by gun fire and with the indemnity I got from the insurance agency, I set the initial capital for my fleet .... And I realized my dream of naming all my ships with the prefix WORLD, Universal. It is the word that possessed me since I was a kid, when I was dreaming to become the Alexander the Great of the oceans."
Tom remained silent, completely engrossed in listening to Niarchos.
-Once, my youngest son, Constantine, asked me, 'Dad, why don't we name one of our ships Great Alexander? You know what I answered him? My boy, Alexander was as great as the distance between Macedonia and India is, and his name cannot be contained on the bow or stern of a ship. And now, I'm tired this chattering, bring me a glass of liquor and a cigar.
As he moved to prepare the drink, the butler thought that his boss had been so great that, once, the earth, the seas, the oceans could not contain his magnitude. His name shined on the nameplates of his offices around the world, from "Niarchos London Ltd." to "Niarchos Japan"!
"I wanna piss, but not in the bed pan. Lift me," the old man faintly shouted, and Tom waved to the security man standing by the door. He was afraid to help him alone, lest "sir" fall down.
As the strong guard helped him, Niarchos felt the man's tight arm and got jealous, because, when he was young, he was muscular also, even though he was a slim man. He stood above the toilet bowl, with the security man and the butler ready to catch him if he lost his balance. Summoned by Hilary, the doctor on duty had hastened anxious, because, for the first time in many months, the patient had moved so much, even though he was still confined to his wheel chair. "I have the desire," the old man laughed loudly, "to throw shit him, but I don't want to dirty my hands."
The male-nurse washed him, changed his underwear, and while the doctor advised them to take Niarchos in to sleep, he pointed toward the armchair near the fireplace. "There," he shouted to Hilary, and told her to give a hundred dollar bill to each of the twenty-four-hour shift people. His blurred gaze went to the guard, and he wondered what salary the man got. Niarchos envied him because he was young, strong, healthy .... After his shift, he would eat and drink as much as he wanted, and at night he would make love and he would exercise in the morning .... He could play tennis, swim, run, climb the stairs.
"My Lord, such people exist!"
When he got comfortable next to the fireplace, he again asked how much the guard was paid to serve him, even to endanger his life. He knew that he was armed and trained. A healthy organism, to take care of a dried husk of a man, waiting like a dog does that expects a bone from his master. The old man's brain worked quickly through a thousand curves. Some day, all these gunmen will be dangerous to those they guard, he thought. Just like in the old days, when the cowboys got to be too dangerous for the big cow-ranchers. Was Hughes right;

Niarchos rejoiced as he had the time he seduced Nureyev away from Onassis's close group of friends; Nureyev, that god of dance, who, nevertheless, almost caused problems for Niarchos with his two sons. It was the time when Rudy developed a close friendship with his sons, Philip and Spyros, and, accompanied by that handsome young man, Mario Tarta, and that fantastic doll, Matoula (who danced on the tables for Onassis), they scared the hell of him.

The old man recalled all this and got furious retroactively; on the one hand, Rudy pursued that handsome son, Philip, and on the other, Matoula got together with Spyros. He had asked to see his sons and reprimanded them heavily. Both excused themselves: "But dad, what are you saying ... if we don't play around now when we are young, we run the risk of doing so when we are old, like uncle Aris."

The cunning birds, he had thought, they tell the mother-in-law so the bride hears it.... They are right. I'll let them have fun now in Mykonos, and in the winter, I'll tie them up. So, there they were, free, loose, on the island of gays, along with Mario and Matoula. The things they conceived, the scandalous babes, as Tsiforos would say; they introduced a gorgeous dame, named Pilar, to Spyros, telling him she was royalty; Niarchos's second son went crazy over this girl. They spent days and nights together, drinking champagne and eating caviar; all this for the princess. Meanwhile, Matoula was a free bird to enjoy herself, Mario became an item with Helmut Berger (Visconti's gay protagonist - another pan-hedonist!), and Philip was flattered by Nureyev's desire for him. The Russian drank a load, one FIX beer after another, a habit he had acquired at The Katina's of Paleo Faliro, accompanied by Odysseus and Maria Pahos, Alkis Giannakas, and Scalindo.

If Matoula or Maria Pahos were to talk, a book could be written, drawing a picture of Sodom and Gomorrah behind the glamorous veneer of resounding names of wealth and art. Recently, someone asked Matoula why she does not write a book; she responded: But why, Kolonaki and Mykonos will become empty places!

Aristotle Onassis - Zorba the greek












Once upon a time there was a Greek man whose name was Onasis. He lived in a century when a lot of old ideologies died and new ones, such as communism, were born; in a century when realms and empires faded down; when the most criminous wars occurred and two super powers separated the whole world into East and West. During the same century, the world commercial and technological exchange dominated, as well as the giant growth of consumerism and the star system did. Tremendous inventions had been realized, such as the cure of irremediable –till that period- illnesses, the heart transplant, the change of arteries and of sex… It was during this century that the man broke the atom and made the bomb of calamity. At the same time, he conquered the space, footed on the moon, succeeded superhuman records and brought an evolution to arts, literature and music. In a few words, during the 20th century we saw almost everything, we saw signs and wonders… Onasis, without being neither a political man, a hero, an artist, a champion, an astronaut nor an inventor, attracted like a magnet the journalists and photographers – all those who created the legend of the “Onasis’s circle”. This legend I am going to narrate to you at first hand…

From the end of the 50’s till nowadays, the business name Onasis has been vaunting the Greek name to the ends of the earth. Never before a Greek man hasn’t engaged so much the mass media. For the marriages, the deaths and the love affairs of Onasis’s family have been mobilized: paparazzi, photographers and journalists – including me as well. The biggest new agencies, newspapers and magazines of international repute and of mass consumption, as well as television stations have sacrificed huge amounts of money for an exclusiveness. Airplanes, helicopters and flyboats have been chartered in order to secure an exclusive photograph of this mythic family and feed with it the devouring audience… This readership which in our days devours like a piranha whatever is written or shown on TV about his granddaughter Athina…

For more than three decades, Onasis’s family made million of people dreaming for an exciting life which at the end was proved not to be that happy at all for those who leaded it and moreover to have a tragic ending for those who had lived with or close to them… Call no man happy until he dies, said the ancient Greeks who brought the lights of knowledge, wisdom and civilization to the whole humanity. Onasis was speaking seven languages and although he was very busy, he always found time in order to read classic writers and history books. Churchill was impressed by his erudition, and when an English minister blamed him for consorting with an uncultivated Greek buccaneer, he dumbfounded him by saying that a very few people –even the most intellectual- would be able to be compared with Onasis.

I remember Onasis to keep company with Greta Garbo, Maria Callas, Manos Chatzidakis, Elias Kazan, Rudolf Noureyev, Margo Fontein and to have always the soundest conclusion during a conversation. I will never forget, when Batista Menegini – Callas’s husband at that time- extolled the Italian cities with the great statues and the grand operas in comparison with the poverty of Greece with the open-air theatres. Onasis dumbfounded him with two words: “Commendatore, he said, the ancient Greeks were presenting tragedies and comedies and organizing Olympic games whereas some others were alluring the people with shows with condemned to death gladiators and lions that mangle the Christians...” Onasis, like every other Oriental, believed in kismet. He used to say that no one knows one’s ending and this was the reason why he used to drink, smoke and divert just like Zorba. Onasis taught all the other croesus a new way of living. The same time that the islander ship owners and tycoons were crouching and kissing with respect the right hand of a bishop, the Greek man from Smyrne was kissing the fingertips of a prima donna… The paparazzi were chasing after him in Monte Carlo, at Scorpios - his private island, and on his luxurious yacht “Christina” trying to shoot his “front page” affair with the diva of the opera Maria Callas and the “marriage of the century” with Jackie Kennedy.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Farewell to Stelios Papadimitriou, Honorary President of the Aristotle Onassis Foundation







At the age of 75, and having recently exchanged the title of president of the Alexandros S. Onassis Foundation for that of honorary president, Stelios Papadimitriou lost the battle with lung cancer. His ordeal led to complications that took him to the intensive-care unit of the Onassis Cardiology Hospital, where he died on November 23. The hospital, which was created by the foundation, was inaugurated by Papadimitriou and the two vice presidents. It was written that he should spend the last night of his life there. His funeral took place on Friday and was honored by the Church, the state, the academic community and many of his colleagues.

In accordance with his wishes, the funeral was held at Aghia Fotini in Nea Smyrni, where Christina Onassis’s funeral was held on November 19, 1988. She was buried on the island of Skorpios, next to her father and brother, Aristotle and Alexandros Onassis. The bells tolled mournfully in the bell tower, which is a copy of the one at the church of the same name in Smyrna and which was donated by the foundation in memory of Aristotle Onassis and his two children.
On this occasion they tolled for Papadimitriou, Onassis’s closest colleague, whom he employed in Alexandria in 1954, when he had just graduated in law, to deal with the legal aspects of transporting Saudi oil.

“Only death will part us,” 54 year old Onassis said then to the 24-year-old lawyer, who subsequently became his legal adviser and later the executor of his will, having acted as a teacher to both Alexandros and Christina, at Onassis’s wish. Onassis never got over the death of his son, who died in 1975, and he left half his fortune to establish the Onassis Foundation to undertake a multitude of cultural activities in Greece and abroad. Papadimitriou is gone but his work will be maintained by his son Antonis Papadimitriou (president), Yiannis Ioannidis (vice president), and Giorgos Zambelas (secretary).

The service was conducted by Patriarch Theodoros of Alexandria with the participation of Archbishop Christodoulos of Athens and All Greece, Archbishop Anastasios of Albania, and Bishop Ioannis of Pergamum, representing the Ecumenical Patriarchate. Interior Minister Prokopis Pavlopoulos, representing the prime minister, delivered a eulogy, as did Professor Georgios Babiniotis, rector of Athens University. Antonis Papadimitriou made a moving speech about his father as a parent and as president of the foundation. Former Minister of Culture Evangelos Venizelos represented opposition leader George Papandreou.

Among those who sent wreaths were the prime minister, the former king Constantine, and Athens University. Papadimitriou leaves his wife Alexandra, a teacher, who is also from Alexandria, and another two sons: Giorgos, who is in charge of engineering for the foundation, and Dimitris, a prominent composer. The large crowd that attended was a measure of the love with which the deceased was regarded.

His burial was at the Faliron cemetery, near the sea that linked him with Onassis forever.

CURRICULUM VITAE

Stelio Papadimitriou was born in Alexandria Egypt, in 1930. He graduated from the Tositsas Public School for Boys and the Averoff High School of Alexandria. In 1953 he received a degree in law from the University of Alexandria.

In 1954 he met Aristotle Onassis who entrusted him with the legal handling of the project for the transport of all of the Saudi Arabian petrol. For this purpose he settled in Saudi Arabia during the years 1954-1960. He was one of the authors of important statutes of the Saudi Arabian maritime law. There he met Michael Dologlou and other associates of Onassis in the shipping sector with whom he established an enduring friendship.

In 1960 he returned to Alexandria where he practiced law at an important law office specialized in maritime matters.

1n 1966 he settled with his family in Greece and first lived in Piraeus and then in Paleon Faliron. The same year after exams the Law School of the University of Athens recognized the parity of his degree and he was registered as a member of the Pireaus Bar. From 1967 he practiced as a lawyer and from 1977 he collaborated with his son Anthony Papadimitriou at the law office “S. and A. Papadimitriou and Associates”.

Between Aristotle Onassis and Stelio Papadimitriou developed a strong bond both in business and as friends which, lasted until the end of Onassis’ life. It is indicative that in 1970 when Stelio Papadimitriou was only 40 years old Aristotle Onassis respecting his integrity but also his professional expertise, appointed him, among others, as Legal Advisor and member of the Board of Olympic Airways, President of Olympic Aviation and member of the Board of Directors of his private bank, Bank de Depots in Geneva. At this stage he met with Paul Ioannidis, Apostolos Zambelas and Paraskevas Ioannidis who were executive in Olympics with whom he developed a brotherly friendship. A little later Onassis appointed him with the general management of his fleet which at that time amounted to seventy ships, mainly tankers.

Together with his professional occupation with the Onassis group he continued to practice law and became one of the most knowledgeable handlers in complex matters of commercial, maritime, but also in civil law. His office handled the cases of some of the most important names in shipping and in the industrial world of Greece.

Stelios Papadimitriou enjoyed such trust and respect from Aristotle that he entrusted with the professional formation of his son Alexander. Until the time of his death Alexander Onassis consider him as one of his tutors. After the loss of Alexander, Onassis chose Stelio Papadimitriou together with Paul Ioannidis to defend and advice his daughter Christina.

Stelio Papadimitriou drafted the will of Aristotle Onassis based on his instructions. Onassis appointed him as one of the five executors of his will with which he left, half of his fortune to the ALEXANDER S. ONASSIS PUBLIC BENEFIT FOUNDATION, in memory of his son. The will of Aristotle Onassis also appointed him as one of the initial 15 life members of the Foundation.

With Christina Onassis as its first President, he served the Foundation initially as Secretary General, and then as its Vice President and as President of the Executive Committee. At the same time he was elected as President of the Board of Directors of the Holding Company that controls all the commercial activities of the Foundation. After the death of Christina in 1988, he was elected as President of the Business Foundation and then as President of the Public Benefit Foundation. Christina appointed him in her will as a member of the five-member committee that managed the fortune of her daughter Athina Roussel from 1988 to 1999.

During his Presidency, the Business Foundation multiplied the initial capital that Aristotle Onassis had left in his will. Among other activities during that time was the planning and implementation of the renewal of the entire fleet of the Foundation and the purchase of important realty among which the Olympic Tower in New York. Thus the Onassis Foundation is today one of the major public benefit foundations in Europe.

Among the major activities of the Public Benefit Foundation during his presidency where the construction and equipment of the Onassis Cardiac Surgery Center which was donated to the Greek State, the founding and the running of the Onassis Cultural Center in New York, the programme of Scholarships for Foreigners, the programme of scholarships for Greeks in Greece, the programme of Visiting Professors etc. The undergoing construction of the “House of Letters and Arts”-which is expected to be completed by the year 2008-would have been the crowning of his career.

In 1953 Stelio Papadimitriou married Alexandra Crassaris with whom they had three sons. Anthony Papadimitriou lawyer and the current President of the Alexander S. Onassis public Benefit Foundation, George Papadimitriou Civil Engineer and Dimitri Papadimitriou music composer and manager of the Third Programme of the Greek National Radio.

For sale: the Greek island retreat once owned by Aristotle Onassis. Only the seriously rich need apply






It is the latest must-have holiday accessory for the rich and famous: their very own island in the warm blue waters of the seas around Greece.

Madonna, the singer and actress, and Richard Gere, the Hollywood film star, are among the multi-millionaires searching for the "perfect" holiday destination. Greek islands provide privacy, sandy beaches and at least four months of glorious weather every year.


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At least six islands are for sale and, according to locals, the latest to be discreetly put on the market is Scorpios, formerly owned by the late Aristotle Onassis, the billionaire Greek shipping magnate.

There are more than 1,500 islands in Greece, of which fewer than 200 are inhabited. Dozens of islands are privately owned, and after a change of Greek property laws last year, they can now be bought by foreigners.

Greece, the venue for this year's Olympic Games in August, is seen as an ideal choice for many, particularly wealthy Americans. It has a combination of a rich history, centred on Athens, and its abundance of tiny islands offer idyllic sailing and acres of olive and lemon groves. At least one famous foreigner has already bought her own island. Paloma Picasso, the daughter of the great artist, has bought the western island of Petalous - close to the mainland - for an undisclosed sum, believed to be well over £1 million.

Scorpios, the island that Mr Onassis bought for 3.5 million Greek drachmas (£6,600) in 1962, is not being marketed by estate agents. However, Athina Roussel, his granddaughter, is strongly rumoured to have put it up for sale for €300 million (£200 million).

Greece's Star television channel has reported that Scorpios is for sale and Greeks are convinced that Miss Roussel, who lives in Switzerland, has lost interest in the Ionian island where her grandfather, who died in 1975, is buried. Miss Roussel, 19, is the daughter of Christina Onassis, Aristotle's daughter, who died in 1988 aged 37.

Scorpios has 2,965 acres and is entirely private apart from two beaches to which the public - arriving by boat - have access. There are three villas, a chapel, a small marina and a stone jetty.

On the neighbouring island of Levkas, also known as Levkada - less than two miles away - residents were saddened that Scorpios might be sold. Anna Nikodimou, the owner of the Hotel Nirikos in Lefkada town, said: "Every Greek is nervous about this. It simply cannot happen. If she [Miss Roussel] sells, she couldn't return to Greece.

"I met Aristotle Onassis many times before he married Jackie O [the widow of President John F. Kennedy]. He loved Lefkada. Maria Callas sang in the square outside my hotel. Onassis took part in our festivals. He was a wonderful man. He helped this area a great deal. Scorpios is part of our heritage." Chris Krolow, the sales manager for Private Islands Online, a Toronto-based internet estate agency that sells and rents islands worldwide, said: "In terms of Europe, Greece is definitely the place where everyone wants to be.

"We have five Greek islands on our books. Greece has an abundant supply of private islands and the Olympics has created further interest in the country."

Private Islands Online boasts it has an island for sale "for every taste and budget. For many people, there is a special allure to a private island that even the most spectacular waterfront estate cannot begin to match".

The Greek island of Liquia, which is 32 acres in size, is on the market for $800,000 (£444,000). "The island is nicely elevated, and covered in pine, poplar and wildflowers," says the estate agent's website. "The area is a boating paradise."

One of the latest islands to come on the market is 550-acre Rinia in the Aegean Sea, which has an asking price of €2 million (£1.3 million). Another on the market is Arnaki, off the western coast of Greece. It has 11 acres of low-lying land, a shingle beach and extensive olive groves. The asking price is €2.5 million (£1.66 million).

Madonna, who has travelled extensively in the Greek islands, is understood to have been searching for an island to buy since last year. Richard Gere, too, is seeking a private retreat.

However, a word of warning from Mr Krolow: owning an island can be a lonely experience. "It is a great concept and gives you wonderful privacy but it is not for everyone. A month or two on the island every year is usually enough for anyone.

"It can be very isolating, particularly if you can't see the mainland. You can have 'island fever' in the same way you get 'cabin fever'. We recommend that people rent an island before buying it."

By June Field in Athens and Andrew Alderson

Aristote Onassis fut un redoutable homme d'affaires international







Aristote Onassis fut un redoutable homme d'affaires international.
Smyrne (Izmir), septembre 1922. Dans une maison vidée de ses habitants et livrée au pillage, un jeune garçon s'empresse auprès d'un officier turc. Il est son boy, son valet, son amant diront même certains... Quelques jours plus tôt, l'armée turque est entrée dans la ville. " Il faut chasser les Grecs d'Asie Mineure ! ", a ordonné le commandement, provoquant un effroyable carnage. Seuls la moitié des Grecs que compte la ville en réchapperont. Le jeune garçon est l'un d'eux. Toute sa famille ou presque a disparu, tuée ou emprisonnée. Il a seize ans, du moins officiellement. En fait, il en a dix-huit. Afin d'échapper à la mort ou à la captivité, il s'est en effet rajeuni de deux ans. Il y a gagné de pouvoir rester dans la demeure familiale pour servir le Turc. Son nom : Aristote Onassis.

Ainsi commence, dans le sang et les larmes, la vie du plus célèbre Grec de la planète. Sans doute ces tragiques événements expliquent-ils l'incroyable rage de vivre et l'activisme sans limites dont il fera preuve tout au long de son existence. Pour l'heure, ils décident de son destin. Son père - un prospère négociant en tabac - emprisonné dans les geôles turques, le jeune Aristote parvient à s'échapper et à gagner Athènes. De là, utilisant le " magot " familial sauvé par l'un de ses oncles, il gagne Constantinople et achète, très cher, la liberté de son père. " Il ne fallait pas. Tu as dilapidé la fortune familiale ", lui lance ce dernier en guise de remerciement ! Blessé, le jeune Onassis décide alors de rompre avec sa famille et d'émigrer en Argentine. Il y fera fortune...

Buenos Aires, où il débarque un jour de 1923, est alors, comme l'écrit François Forestier dans le livre qu'il a consacré à l'armateur grec, le paradis des " désespérés, des aventuriers, des laissés-pour-compte, des voyous, des riens du tout, des voleurs et des ruffians ". Une importante communauté grecque y demeure. Grâce à elle, Aristote parvient à trouver une chambre et du travail : plongeur dans un restaurant minable, puis employé dans un central téléphonique. Mais le jeune homme est ambitieux. Avec l'aide de sa famille restée en Europe, il monte un petit négoce et une petite manufacture de tabac turc, une référence, alors, pour les fumeurs du monde entier. Envoyées de Grèce, les balles de tabac arrivent jusqu'à Buenos Aires, où Aristote les transforme en cigarettes. Son premier négoce intercontinental... L'affaire se développe vraiment lorsque, un soir de beuverie, ce noctambule patenté qu'est Onassis s'acoquine avec Carlos Gardel, l'un des plus grands chanteurs de tango de tous les temps et fumeur invétéré de tabac turc. Le jeune entrepreneur ne pouvait rêver plus belle promotion ! D'autant que Gardel n'est pas le seul client d'Onassis. Il y a aussi la célébrissime cantatrice Caudia Muzio. De passage à Buenos Aires, elle exige son lot de cigarettes au goût turc. Celles qu'Aristote lui livre ont les bouts encollés de pétales de rose. Une délicate attention qui lui ouvre grand le lit de la cantatrice. Première d'une longue série de célébrités qui, de Maria Callas à Jackie Kennedy en passant par Greta Garbo, le propulseront dans l'univers des " people ".

En 1928, Onassis gagne déjà 1 million de dollars par an. Il fait alors négoce de tout : tabac, sel, huile de baleine, alcool, et même épaves de navire. Tout ce qui rapporte est bon à prendre ! Peu scrupuleux, il fraude allègrement les assurances, arrosant ses balles de tabac d'eau salée, les déclarant perdues, touchant l'assurance et revendant quand même la marchandise ! A des milliers de kilomètres de là, aux Etats-Unis, le patron du FBI, John Edgar Hoover, à qui rien n'échappe ou presque, ouvre un dossier au nom d'Onassis, cet entrepreneur à la fortune déjà suspecte. Hoover, Onassis... Les deux hommes ne cesseront de se croiser. Au fil des années, le " dossier Onassis " atteindra près de 5.000 pages ! Collectionneur méticuleux de ragots et d'histoires scabreuses, Hoover utilisera à plusieurs reprises ces informations pour torpiller des projets du milliardaire. Comme lorsque ce dernier proposera aux Saoud, dans les années 1950, de distribuer leur pétrole en Europe.

Pour l'heure, ce sont les bateaux qui intéressent Onassis. Riche, il veut devenir armateur, un secteur dont il pressent qu'il va se développer considérablement. En 1931, associé au fils d'un armateur qu'il a rencontré dans une boîte de nuit, il achète au gouvernement canadien six vieux cargos, les repeint, les confie à des marins grecs - les moins chers du marché - et commence à faire du fret maritime entre les deux parties de l'Amérique. Que transporte-t-il ? Tout ce qui se présente, une fois de plus, y compris des marchandises de contrebande, dont certaines lui sont fournies par Joe Kennedy, le père du futur président des Etats-Unis, un homme d'affaires aussi peu scrupuleux que lui. Ces relations douteuses lui valent quelques centaines de pages supplémentaires dans son dossier au FBI... Hargneux, tenace, Hoover cherche déjà à briser cet homme dont l'activisme l'exaspère, organisant contre lui des procès pour des motifs futiles. Onassis trouve, à chaque fois, la parade. Il est ainsi le premier à faire immatriculer ses navires au Panama, où les taxes sont dérisoires, inventant ainsi un concept promis à un bel avenir : le pavillon de complaisance.

Bientôt, il étend ses activités au monde entier et à d'autres marchandises, à commencer par le pétrole, faisant pour cela construire des pétroliers dont le tonnage dépasse tout ce qu'on a vu jusqu'alors. Il court à présent le monde. Un jour, il est à Buenos Aires, un autre à New York, le surlendemain à Londres, le jour d'après à Paris. Dans chaque ville, il a un pied-à-terre et une maîtresse différente ! Ce qui ne l'empêche pas d'épouser, au milieu des années 1930, la fille d'un diplomate grec. Premier mariage... En 1946, il conquerra de haute lutte la fille de l'un des plus gros armateurs grecs, également convoitée par son concurrent et pire ennemi : Stavros Niarchos. Comme Onassis, Niarchos est grec ; comme lui, c'est un self-made-man ; comme lui également, il a fait fortune dans le transport maritime. Les deux hommes se haïssent, se disputant les femmes et les marchés, se livrant à d'incessants coups bas. Niarchos collaborera ainsi souvent avec le FBI d'Hoover...

En attendant, Onassis flambe. Au lendemain de la Seconde Guerre mondiale, il rachète pour une bouchée de pain des flottes entières de Liberty ships au gouvernement américain. Il se constitue également une flotte de baleiniers qu'il fait construire dans les chantiers navals d'Allemagne de l'Ouest. Le secteur est porteur, l'huile de baleine entrant dans la composition d'innombrables produits cosmétiques. Pour ses amis, " Mégalos ", comme on commence à l'appeler, organise de gigantesques parties de chasse aux cétacés dans les eaux chiliennes. L'une d'elles se solde par un tableau de chasse de 168 pièces ! Les procès ont beau s'accumuler - pour violation des eaux territoriales, infractions au Code maritime, violation des lois sur le travail, fraude au fisc... - Onassis n'en a cure. Une étrange baraka semble s'attacher à tout ce qu'il fait. En 1954 cependant, il manque de tomber pour non-respect d'une loi réservant les Liberty ships aux Américains. Or Onassis a transféré sa flotte sous pavillon panaméen... L'affaire, qui intervient au moment même où Onassis négocie avec la famille royale saoudienne la distribution de leur pétrole, est organisée en sous-main par Hoover et la CIA... Arrêté à New York en plein restaurant, brièvement emprisonné, Onassis s'en sort avec une forte amende mais doit renoncer au pétrole saoudien. De cet épisode, il gardera une rancune tenace contre les Etats-Unis.

Ses nouveaux paradis s'appellent désormais le " Christina " et Monaco. Le " Christina " est un somptueux yacht de cent mètres de long qu'il s'est fait construire au début des années 1950 et dont il a confié les plans à l'architecte du " nid d'aigle " d'Hitler. Il y reçoit toutes les célébrités du moment : le roi Farouk, l'Aga Khan, Gianni Agnelli, Greta Garbo, Juliette Greco, Frank Sinatra, Winston Churchill ou bien encore Laurence Olivier... Les réceptions à bord sont fastueuses. Quant à Monaco, il s'y installe dès 1953. De cette principauté que dirige, depuis 1949, un jeune homme taciturne, le prince Rainier, il veut faire un paradis pour la jet-set internationale. Un objectif qui le conduit à prendre, à la surprise générale, le contrôle de la Société des Bains de Mer de Monaco (SBM), qui contrôle alors toute l'économie du " Rocher ", de la banque à l'immobilier en passant par le tourisme, l'hôtellerie et les casinos. Envahissant, Onassis finira par faire de l'ombre à Rainier, qui s'en débarrassera en faisant adopter, en 1966, une loi permettant à la SBM d'augmenter son capital. Du jour au lendemain, le milliardaire grec se retrouvera minoritaire... Vexé, il choisira alors de quitter Monaco pour s'installer dans son île privée de Skorpios, achetée en 1963.

Aristote Onassis est alors au faîte de sa puissance et de sa fortune. Il est partout, ne tenant jamais en place, oubliant ou décalant ses rendez-vous à la dernière minute, laissant sa poignée de collaborateurs se débrouiller comme ils le peuvent, gérant la plupart du temps ses affaires lui-même, depuis son yacht ou son triplex new-yorkais. Depuis qu'il a vendu, au milieu des années 1950, sa flotte de baleiniers, c'est le pétrole qui constitue le coeur de son empire. " L'affaire de Suez ", en 1956 - la nationalisation du canal de Suez par Nasser et l'intervention franco-britannique qui suit - lui a rapporté des sommes colossales : près de 2 millions de dollars par tanker. " Il doit y avoir un Dieu quelque part ", s'exclame-t-il alors. Cet argent lui permet de reprendre, en 1957 et à la demande du gouvernement grec, une petite compagnie aérienne qui devient la première compagnie du pays : Olympic Aviation. Quand il n'est pas à Montevideo, à New York, à Londres, à Athènes ou au Caire pour ses affaires, il est avec une femme. En 1959, il rencontre Maria Callas, dont il devient l'amant et pour qui il quitte sa femme. Entre le milliardaire grec et la cantatrice, les relations sont volcaniques. Leur liaison durera jusqu'en 1968. Alors Onassis délaissera la Callas pour épouser la veuve la plus célèbre du monde : Jackie Kennedy...

Entre le milliardaire grec et l'épouse du président Kennedy, les relations remontent à septembre 1963 lorsque Jackie, lasse des incartades répétées de son mari, passe quelques jours à bord du yacht d'Onassis qu'elle a rencontré par des relations communes. A l'heure où le président Kennedy prépare sa réélection, l'escapade de la " First Lady " est de mauvais effet. " Tu vas voir ce qui t'attend, sale con de Grec ", lui lance Bobby Kennedy après l'avoir menacé de couler son " putain de bateau ". A Washington, Hoover, l'inamovible patron du FBI, qui hait autant les Kennedy qu'Onassis, s'amuse à jeter de l'huile sur le feu. Machiavélique, il alimente la presse people en photos de Jackie, en bikini sur le " Christina ". Onassis est désormais indésirable aux Etats-Unis. Après l'assassinat du président Kennedy, en novembre 1963, les relations avec Jackie se font plus intenses mais restent discrètes. Lorsqu'enfin le mariage est annoncé, en octobre 1968, il fait l'effet d'un coup de tonnerre aux Etats-Unis. Quelques semaines auparavant, Ted Kennedy, le chef de famille depuis l'assassinat de Bobby, est venu négocier les termes du contrat pour le compte de sa belle-soeur : 3 millions de dollars tout de suite, une pension de 150.000 dollars par an, plus 100 millions de dollars à la mort d'Onassis...

Ce mariage n'apportera que des déconvenues à ce dernier, contraint de supporter le train de vie astronomique de Jackie Kennedy. " J'ai fait des erreurs dans ma vie, mais là c'est le pompon ", dira-t-il à un ami. Il faut dire que Jackie, à qui il a acheté un appartement de quatorze pièces sur la 5e Avenue, dépense jusqu'à... 50.000 dollars par jour ! Vite lassé de cette femme dont il finira par divorcer, le milliardaire se consacre à ses affaires. La mort de son fils Alexandre, tué dans un accident d'avion en 1973, le brise. Ayant perdu le goût de vivre, il passe le plus clair de son temps dans son île de Skorpios. Le 15 mars 1975, à soixante-neuf ans, il meurt d'une pneumonie à l'hôpital américain de Neuilly-Sur-Seine. Avec lui disparaît l'une des figures les plus célèbres de la jet-set internationale.



TRISTAN GASTON-BRETON

Monday, October 01, 2007

Ari the great





Aristotle Socrates Onassis was born in Smyrna, Turkey, in either 1900 or 1906 - throughout his life he maintained two passports, with two very different dates of birth. A Greek of Turkish nationality, his mother died when he was 6. In adolescence, Onassis admired his Uncle Alexander, who taught him to always charm his way to the top of every situation, and drilled into his impressionable young mind ancient Greek stories of passion, love, revenge, defiance, and loyalty, concepts that would play out in Onassis' later life.
Onassis fled to Greece when war erupted in Smyrna, becoming a homeless Anatolian refugee at 17 - or 23, depending on which year of birth you believe. Onassis wanted to emigrate to the U.S., but immigration quotas had just been introduced, and Anatolian refugees were on the "not wanted list." Soon he ventured to Buenos Aires, Argentina, the destination for many a young man hungry to carve out his place in the world.
During his years in Argentina, Onassis imported Turkish tobacco from Greece. His father had been successful in the tobacco industry in Turkey before the war. Some historians and conspiracy theorists maintain that Onassis actually imported opium, not cigarette tobacco, into Argentina, and that he later made his huge megafortune, not from oil and shipping activities, but from drug running, and from the manufacture of synthetic diamonds, rubies and emeralds which he marketed as genuine precious stones.
Onassis entered the shipping business in the 1930s, when he purchased his first oil tankers. From then on, his fortune kept multiplying. He was like Midas, legendary king of Phrygia, who requested of the gods that everything he touched be turned to gold. The gods granted Midas his wish, but then his food turned to gold the moment he touched it, and man cannot live by gold alone. Onassis identified strongly with other Greek heroes, namely Achilles and Odysseus. From Onassis' private island of Skorpios in the wine-dark Ionian Sea, one can see Odysseus' ancient island kingdom of Ithaca. Onassis' sense of his Greek ancestry was profound. He felt that his life was deeply touched by ancient mythology; he often read Homer's tales of the Trojan War, and fantasized about Helen, "the face that launched a thousand ships."
From the time he was a young man, Onassis' relationships with women were stormy. An early romance with a ballet dancer in Buenos Aires ended with violence; afterwards, he drowned himself in drink, a tendency that developed into raging alcoholism in later life. In the 1930s, he became engaged to the daughter of a wealthy Swedish shipowner, Ingeborg Dedichen, a romance that included more than one violent episode in which an enraged, drunk Onassis beat his fiancée. Onassis admitted a certain sexual pleasure in violence, and was quoted as saying, "he who loves well, beats well."
The first Mrs. Aristotle Onassis, Athena Livanos (Tina), described Onassis as "a brutal drunk." They were married in 1946, divorced in 1960. Visitors who spent time with Onassis and Tina sometimes heard sounds of physical violence, and a woman's screams, coming from the master's bedroom.
During his lifetime, Onassis was investigated by the FBI, the CIA, the KYP (Greek CIA), Britain's M15, and the DST (French security service), among others. In 1953, Onassis hired Dr. Hjalman Schacht to negotiate an oil contract with the King of Saudi Arabia. Schacht had been Adolf Hitler's financial wizard, his economic dictator, and president of the Reichsbank in 1937. Schacht had been acquitted of war crimes at Nuremberg in 1946 - "you can't hang a banker," cynics said - but was later found guilty by a German denazification court. Schacht successfully created the Jiddah Agreement, between the Saudis and Onassis, which called for Onassis to supply 500,000 tons of tanker shipping toward the establishment of the Saudi Arabian Maritime Company. Onassis' fleet would fly the national flag of Saudi Arabia, and be exempt from Saudi taxes. Within a decade, this agreement allowed Onassis to create a strategic monopoly on the transport of Saudi oil.
The Jiddah Agreement created a crisis in Washington, DC, because this new, huge Saudi fleet posed a threat to U.S. interests. Onassis argued his case before the State Department, saying that he had signed the deal with the Saudi Government because "somebody had to"; it was a huge deal waiting for someone to grab it, and he did. The U.S. Government wasn't mollified. The American Jewish lobby was pressuring the U.S. oil companies to stop dealing with the Saudis, and the Jiddah Agreement contained a clause, written by Schacht, that Jews could have no direct or indirect interest in any of the subcontracting companies. Then, to add fuel to an already flaming fire, Onassis invited Alfred Krupp von Bohlen und Halbach to the launching of one of his latest tankers; it was Krupp's first official public appearance since serving six years in prison as a Nazi war criminal. Onassis invited him despite his aides' warnings not to.
It was around this time that the CIA planted a listening device in Onassis' Paris apartment, which led to his indictment by the U.S. Government for conspiracy to violate the false statement statute of the Ship Sales Act when his companies filed applications to buy surplus vessels. He was also charged with false balance sheets, false financial statements, and false claims about citizenship. On December 21, 1955, Onassis paid a $7 million fine (equivalent to $38 million in 1995) to the U.S. Government, for fraud and criminal charges.
Onassis had lots of enemies, some in high places; he also had quite a few good friends who owed him favors, also in very high places. Onassis' need to control everything often led to tyranny on his part, in both business and private life. Some said an air of sinister melodrama followed him wherever he went. Costa Gratsos observed after Onassis' death that there had been a violence in Onassis, tending towards sadism at times, that was never far from the surface, and that he aimed at those closest to him, especially when he drank. Onassis himself once said, "if you have one golden apple, you have the power; you can get away with murder if you have a single apple that somebody else wants."
Onassis had a publicity agent to keep his name in the press, believing that constant publicity about his social life gave him credibility with bankers. Throughout his checkered shipping career, and in his personal life, Onassis made a definite impression on those he met. During Onassis' short-lived friendship with Prince Rainier of Monaco, Onassis declared that "there should be no gambling in Monte Carlo. Gambling is immoral," to which Rainier responded, "Really, Mr. Onassis, I do not think you are in a position to tell me what's moral and what's immoral."
In 1959, Giovanni Meneghini, while filing for a legal separation from his wife, Maria Callas, referred to Aristotle Onassis as one of the "persons who are reckoned the most powerful of our time." His use of the word "powerful" rather than the word "wealthy" is notable. Onassis was, to be sure, an example of self-will run riot.
Onassis was in Hamburg, Germany on November 22, 1963, publicly launching one of his new tankers, the Olympic Chivalry, when President John F. Kennedy was assassinated. He immediately called Lee Radziwill in London, then flew to Washington with her in one of his private jets. Onassis owned Olympic Airlines from 1955 until January 1975, when he handed it back to the Greek government shortly before his death. Having his own private airline for 20 years provided Onassis with the means to go anywhere, at any time, and also to fly other people, anywhere, at any time. Records of passenger lists and flight schedules did not have to be kept for his private airline as strictly as they would have been kept for a public airline.
Onassis was a guest at the White House during the funeral. President Kennedy had told Onassis that he was not welcome in America until after the 1964 election, but his presence went unnoticed in the days of shock and mourning that gripped America and the world. He played the part of court jester at the funeral, drinking heavily and telling stories with Bobby and Teddy Kennedy. Nevertheless, the Kennedy brothers instinctively disliked him.
On December 3, a week after JFK's dramatic, televised funeral, Onassis and Maria Callas conspicuously celebrated her 40th birthday at Maxim's in Paris. But a close Onassis aide, Panaghis Vergottis, said that he knew Onassis' interest in the newly-widowed Jacqueline Kennedy would not quickly go away.

Aristotle Onassis - why he wanted Jackeline Kennedy






On August 7, 1963, Jackie gave birth prematurely to her son Patrick; he was the last child Jackie was to carry, and he lived only two days. Following baby Patrick's death, Jackie spiraled into a serious depression, from which her younger sister Lee Radziwill tried to help her recover.
Lee invited Jackie for an October cruise on Greek shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis' yacht, the Christina, to give Jackie some solace from her loss, and a week away from the pressures of being First Lady. Lee and her husband Prince Stanislas Radziwill chaperoned the cruise, along with Commerce Secretary Franklin D. Roosevelt, Jr., and his wife Susan.
During Spring and Summer 1963, Lee Radziwill had become intimately involved with Onassis; her marriage to Prince Stanislas Radziwill was deteriorating rapidly. The Onassis/Radziwill affair surfaced in the American press during the Summer of 1963, causing embarrassment for a Kennedy administration hoping for easy reelection in 1964; they didn't want any scandals. Onassis had been indicted by the U.S. Government for fraud, was divorced, and for years had carried on an open affair with married opera diva Maria Callas. Europeans did not bat an eye at such things, but Americans still did. Bobby Kennedy asked Jackie to talk Lee into cooling the affair, which Jackie refused to do. On the contrary, Jackie was impressed that her sister was friends with one of the world's wealthiest men.
Onassis' interest in Lee Radziwill was due at least in part to the fact that she was Jackie's sister, and the sister-in-law of the most powerful man in the world. Washington Post columnist Drew Pearson asked, "Does the ambitious Greek tycoon hope to become the brother-in-law of the American President?" Onassis was obsessed with celebrities to the point of addiction, and sought self-aggrandizement through his associations with the rich, the famous, and the powerful. More than once, Maria Callas talked to the press about Onassis' obsession with famous women, and other members of his inner circle have commented on his need to be noticed and envied, saying that the presence of the famous at his table confirmed his status in his own eyes. Those closest to him described him as "ruthless in business, and tyrannical in private."
The October 1963 cruise wasn't the first time Onassis and Jackie had laid eyes on each other. One night in 1958, while then-Senator John F. Kennedy and Jacqueline were vacationing in the south of France, Onassis had invited them onto his yacht to meet former British Prime Minister Winston Churchill, one of JFK's idols. Churchill wanted to meet JFK, whom he considered "Presidential timber." Remember, this was 1958. While Kennedy and Churchill talked, Onassis met Jackie for the first time, and noticed everything about her, from her clothing to her short dark hair blowing in the evening breeze. He told Costa Gratsos, one of his most confidential aides, "There's something damned willful about her, there's something provocative about that lady. She's got a carnal soul." Gratsos tried to talk Onassis out of his obvious intense interest in the young Jacqueline Kennedy, telling him he was too old for her.
Back to October 1963. The Christina, stocked with gourmet chefs, paté, lobsters, caviar, wine, a masseuse, and two hairdressers, set sail the beginning of October. The yacht had nine double guest cabins, each named for a Greek island. Jackie stayed in the cabin named Ithaca. They cruised through the Aegean, docked in Istanbul, Lesbos, and Crete, and navigated along the Pelopponnesian coast. The media went wild. Photographs appeared of Jackie and Onassis touring the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, and walking hand-in-hand in ancient Smyrna, where Onassis showed Jackie the places from his youth. They also visited Ithaca, Odysseus' island kingdom, and Onassis' private scorpion-shaped island of Skorpios, where they walked up the rocky hillsides, among the cypress trees and olive groves. Onassis guarded his privacy so strictly that he had had his island removed from the official maps of the Ionian Sea, to discourage sightseers and journalists. Walking with Onassis along the water's edge, Jackie told him she wished her Greek island vacation would never end, and that she did not like her life as First Lady. As a 10-year-old girl, she had written a poem, entitled "Sea Joy," which ended with the line, "Oh - to live by the sea is my only wish."
On the last night of the cruise, Onassis gave everyone expensive gifts, including a diamond and ruby necklace for Jackie. On October 17, Jackie returned to Washington, DC refreshed and revitalized. The White House staff noticed the changes in Jackie. One worker remarked, "Jackie has stars in her eyes - Greek stars." Others felt Jackie was more independent and stronger after the cruise, having successfully beguiled a powerful and wealthy man. Partly because of the negative media coverage her cruise on Onassis' yacht had caused - some thought it was wrong for the wife of the President of the United States to accept hospitality from a convicted felon, among other things - Jackie agreed to accompany her husband on his November trip to Texas.
There are conflicting reports about Jackie and Onassis' conduct during the two-week cruise; Franklin Roosevelt Jr. swears that nothing romantic happened during the cruise. JFK's personal secretary Evelyn Lincoln, however, disagreed. Asked if she thought Jackie and Onassis had had an affair before the assassination, Lincoln answered, "I think so, yes. Jackie loved money. Onassis had money." In either case, Jackie later remembered the cruise as a tension-free oasis between tragedy and tragedy, between the premature birth and death of her son Patrick, and the gruesome assassination of her husband.
The cruise marked the end of Lee Radziwill's affair with Onassis, because he fell in love with Jackie during the cruise. Onassis began courting Jackie very soon after the assassination the following month, by which time Onassis' daughter Christina was already referring to Jackie as "my father's unfortunate obsession."
In October 1963, Americans had little reason to believe that Jack and Jackie's marriage was shaky. But in more recent years, evidence has come to light indicating that all was not well behind closed doors. In 1975, Judith Campbell Exner testified to the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence that in the early 1960s, she had had an affair with President Kennedy at the same time she was Chicago Mafia leader Sam Giancana's good friend. In her autobiography, My Story, she claims that she had a sexual relationship with JFK while he was President, that his marriage was unhappy, and that Jackie wanted a divorce. Exner's exact testimony was sealed until 2025. Exner's story blew the lid off the conspiracy of silence surrounding JFK's private life; his numerous extramarital affairs are now well-publicized. Ben Bradlee's sister-in-law Mary Pinchot Meyer also had an affair with Kennedy while he was in the White House. She was murdered during the Summer of 1964 in Georgetown; her diary and letters were obtained by CIA counterintelligence chief James Angelton, who claims that he burned them. Perhaps Jackie, fed up with her husband's incessant philandering, decided during the cruise on the Christina to have a little fun of her own.
While she was First Lady, Jackie sadly confessed to a family member that she "would go mad" if she could not get away from Washington soon. If you wonder why Jackie stayed in the marriage, there are several reasons. First of all, the Kennedy's were Roman Catholic, it was the early 1960s, and divorce was rare, and stigmatizing. Joseph P. Kennedy, Jackie's father-in-law, more than once offered her money (reportedly $1 million each time), which she accepted, in order to keep the marriage going for political reasons. Appearances meant the world to Jackie. When her father, Jack Bouvier, was too hopelessly drunk to give her away at her wedding, she was crushed, but she was determined not to let her disappointment show, and that no outward mishaps or embarrassments happened during the wedding. So strong was Jackie's need for the world to see what she wanted it to see, that we saw only what she wanted us to see.
By the Fall of 1963, Kennedy's personal popularity as President remained high, but administration blunders such as the Bay of Pigs invasion had diminished the country's belief in his political effectiveness. Division within the Democratic party was also growing. Jackie's reputation, however, was higher than ever in 1963. She stood tall and beautiful on a sacred pedestal, and no one would publicly criticize her.
As the cruise through the Greek isles came to an end, FBI director J. Edgar Hoover demanded an updated file on Onassis, who he had previously investigated as a spy and a criminal, and who was now beguiling, and dangerously beguiled by, the First Lady. Hoover had always disliked Onassis, and the cruise only served to deepen Hoover's distrust. And Hoover wasn't the only powerful Washingtonian who held firm that the First Lady of the United States should not have accepted the hospitality of a foreigner who had been indicted in the United States.
Jackie fell apart when Bobby was assassinated. Despite her recent arguments with him over her relationship with Onassis, they were still very close. He was her closest male friend, a confidante, and a devoted uncle to her children. She was incoherent upon hearing of Bobby's death. Onassis flew to Hammersmith Farm, the Newport, Rhode Island estate of Jackie's mother Janet Auchincloss, to comfort Jackie, who was completely shattered. "If they're killing Kennedys, my children are targets. I hate America," she sobbed, on Onassis' shoulder.
She suddenly felt terror and panic, and feared for her children. She needed to escape the Kennedy nightmare of killings. As her escape, she chose a secluded island in the Ionian Sea, and a yacht fit for a queen. And king. Camelot was replaced by an enchanted Greek island. Onassis offered Jackie and her children safety and protection. The Kennedy clan continued their campaign against the marriage, but in the end, no one could stop Jackie. On October 20, 1968, she married Onassis in a small, private chapel on Skorpios.
The press was extremely unforgiving of the thirty-nine year old widow's marriage to the much older billionaire. It was rumored that Jackie would never have married Onassis if Bobby had not been killed. Jackie's reputation suffered terribly from her marriage to Onassis, especially in Europe where Onassis was strongly disliked. He was often condemned in the European press, for details of his personal and business life that the American press never covered.
The marriage made no sense to most people, some of whom were disgusted by it and didn't mind saying so in public or in print. How could she, the dutiful widow of a beloved president, believed to be flawless, devoted to her dead husband's memory and ideals, marry a vulgar and disreputable foreigner with no looks and even less class? Onassis displayed Jackie in public as if she were a jewel, and enjoyed shocking his guests - and Jackie, a lifelong animal lover - with bloody tales of harpooning whales.
Jackie married Onassis for financial security, safety, and privacy. Believing that lone political fanatics had killed her husband and brother-in-law, she sought refuge outside of the U.S., away from American soil she believed nurtured fanaticism and extremism. Suddenly, one gloomy night in February, four years after marrying a man who had offered her protection, she discovered that he had betrayed her in the most awful way, by orchestrating the deaths of the two men she had loved. She was trapped on a fairytale Greek island in the middle of a long winter night, and outside more than the wind was howling.
People need closure and completion in their lives. They need - and deserve - answers. When Jackie and Onassis circled the Greek Orthodox altar three times in October 1968, she had no way of knowing what she may have later come to learn, but it was part of her journey to find out. The marriage provided Jackie - eventually - with answers to questions that must have plagued her for years. In 1977, Jackie confided to a cousin at a family funeral, "there are some things you never get over."
In the musical version of Camelot, King Arthur's reign comes to a sudden, crashing halt, not because of politics, but because of passion, because of an affair between Guinevere and Lancelot. Passion and sex brought down Camelot, not politics. On that day in 1963 when Jacqueline Kennedy, recently widowed, first spoke with Theodore White about Camelot, did she, however unconsciously, hint at truths she felt, but did not yet know, truths that would take years to surface? Camelot had come and gone again, once again a reign full of intrigue and secrets, and once again suffering a tragic end because of passion, not politics.

Jackie's cousin, author John H. Davis, noticed profound changes in Jackie during her marriage to Onassis, and remembers that the loneliness and insecurity which clung to Jackie in the years following the assassination of her husband were transformed during her marriage to Onassis, and that she became happier and more outgoing. At least during the early years of that second marriage.
Whatever the feelings of families and friends, the newlywed couple showed every sign of being in love. They would have sex in all sorts of unconventional places, aeroplanes, small boats, the beach, regardless of who might be watching – or photographing. The brother of one of Jackie’s Washington friends was shocked by the way Onassis would drag Jackie suddenly into any one of the cabins on Christina and make love to her without bothering to shut the door. This sort of exhibitionism satisfied his ego – he would boast embarrassingly to Jackie’s friends, like Pierre Salinger, of her sexual appetite and his own prowess in bed with her.
Jackie went along with this. On Christina she appears not to have minded sleeping in the bed he had shared with Maria Callas for the past nine years. She did, however, have the huge portrait of Tina moved from its dominant position on the staircase. She realised that in many ways Ari still loved his first wife and it upset her to see ‘that beautiful face’.
It was not Tina, however, but Maria who posed the threat. Maria never again came to Skorpios, but her apartment in Paris at 36 Avenue Georges Mandel was conveniently close to the Onassis apartment at 88 Avenue Foch. Onassis and Maria appeared closer and happier together now than they had been before his marriage to Jackie, but Onassis, for once, did what he could to conceal his frequent rendezvous with Maria. He warned her to switch off the lights at the entrance to her apartment when he was due, so that no one could see him arriving, and arranged to see her through his aide, never calling her directly.
Jackie was aware of her husband’s continuing affair with Callas, and was hurt by it. Once again, she was not number one in her husband’s life. For all the satisfactory, frequent sex, the kissing and touching, the little endearments, there was an element of unreality in their marriage. She was kept away from his business affairs. ‘It would bore you, honey,’ he said, just as Jack had not wanted to discuss the political issues of the day with her. With Maria, it was different. No one who saw them together at this time thought that Onassis went to her only for sex.
In reality Jackie was psychologically terribly wounded by the traumas of the past five years and the deaths of Jack and Bobby. ‘She was,’ said the daughter of a close friend of Onassis, ‘a deeply shattered person. How could it be any different? She spoke to me of the assassination, of how she felt during it, immediately afterwards, what it was like coming back to the White House in that state. And I remember when I first saw her it struck me that her face was entirely laboured by these tiny crack-marks. Like crackle glaze on porcelain. It was the outward sign of what she had gone through.’
Marriage to Onassis was a curiously rootless life for Jackie, who was often left alone. According to one of her few Greek friends, ‘She had no real life in Greece. There were no big parties. Our days were very, very quiet. We read, we walked, we went swimming.’
The Onassis compound at Glyfada was not exactly the sort of setting to which Jackie had been accustomed. Damaris, Lady Stewart, wife of the British ambassador in Athens, Sir Michael Stewart, described the Glyfada villas as ‘appalling, of no taste or interest whatsoever’. Lady Stewart had the impression that Jackie had nothing to do with the running of the houses. ‘When I went to lunch with her he [Onassis] was having a lunch in the next-door house, because the food was coming backwards and forwards across the lawn … When we got to the pudding stage – it was a sort of bought chocolate cake – we had half, the other half had presumably gone there … My superficial impression,’ Lady Stewart went on, ‘was that she was bored and didn’t feel in any way at home.’
There was open hostility to Jackie in the Onassis circle. Quite apart from his children, Alexander and Christina, who could not abide Jackie, there was Costa Gratsos, one of Onassis’ oldest friends and a devoted partisan of both Maria and Christina. Gratsos had been unequivocal in his denunciation of Ari’s marriage. As Jackie’s spell over Onassis faded, so Costa’s influence grew, as he worked on his friend’s superstitious nature.
Alexander and Christina were irreconcilable and Jackie made little effort to win them over. ‘I will never sleep in the same house as that American woman,’ Alexander told his father’s secretary, even before the wedding. Onassis’ efforts to improve relations only seemed to make things worse: once when he was about to leave with Jackie for New York, he told her to wait while he went off to find Alexander to come and say goodbye to her. After fifteen minutes, Jackie, increasingly nervous, despatched Kiki Feroudi to fetch him because they were going to miss their flight. Feroudi overheard Alexander flatly refusing to do what his father wanted. Jackie was furious and her usual self-control deserted her. ‘I have done nothing to deserve such rude treatment.’
‘Worry only about your own children, not mine, my dear,’ he told her nastily, as he walked so fast to the plane that there was no way she could keep up with his pace.
Alexander’s reaction to Jackie was relatively calm compared with Christina’s. ‘Christina resented her terribly because Christina herself had had an impossible childhood,’ a family friend said. ‘Because of that, her father meant a great deal to her … She was a completely neurotic girl, hanging on to everything which could give her some sort of security … She would have resented anyone because she was too insecure herself. I mean that girl was not all right. When she was thin, Christina was a very pretty girl, with large dark eyes, delicate wrists and ankles, but when she became particularly depressed, her weight yo-yoed. Jackie, with her slim elegance, was a constant reproach to her, even had she not appeared as a threat to take her father away from her.
Meanwhile, back in the United States, the Kennedy legend was crumbling. Jackie’s marriage to Onassis had been a serious blow, but what happened on the night of 18 July 1969, ten days before Jackie’s fortieth birthday, was far, far worse. Earlier that year, after witnessing Teddy Kennedy’s bizarre drunken performance on an overnight aeroplane flight, a journalist had described him as ‘an accident waiting to happen’. On 18 July on the tiny island of Chappaquiddick off Martha’s Vineyard, Teddy was returning from a party there and drove his 1967 Oldsmobile off the Dike bridge, drowning his passenger, a Kennedy ‘boiler-room girl’, Mary Jo Kopechne. The whole incident, bad as it was, was made worse by his inexplicable behaviour. He stumbled back to the cottage where the party was being held but instead of calling the rescue services he enlisted his cousin Joe Gargan to dive with him to the submerged car. When they failed to rescue Miss Kopechne, he swam the narrow creek dividing Chappaquiddick from Martha’s Vineyard, returned to his hotel, made a 2.30 a.m. appearance in the lobby, then retired to his room where he made seventeen telephone calls, none of which was to the police.
Attempts to represent him as having made heroic efforts to rescue the girl by ‘diving into the strong and murky current’, and speculations about ‘some awful curse’ having over the Kennedys (later used as a frequent excuse for reckless family behaviour) had the opposite effect. The circumstances surrounding the accident were never full explained, but evidence showed that poor Mary Jo’s head had been in an air bubble and she might have been rescued if prompt action had been taken. The words ‘panic’, ‘cowardice’ and ‘cover-up’ were bandied about.
On February 1970 four of Jackie’s letters to Ros Gilpatric, written between 1963 and 1968, mysteriously surfaced. One, dated 13 June 1963, thanking Ros for a ‘slim volume’, was couched in the intimate flirtatious style that Jackie used in letters to her men friends. The last had been written while on her honeymoon with Onassis, again in the most affectionate terms.
Onassis could discount Jackie’s friendship with Gilpatric, which was not exactly unknown to him but his Greek male pride was offended by his new wife having sat down on their honeymoon to write warm notes to another man. Nor did he like the publicity, which he saw as reflecting badly on him. He told Costa Gratsos, ‘My God, what a fool I have made of myself.’
In a deliberate show of tit-for-tat, he dropped his discretion where Callas was concerned. He spent four successive evenings with her in May and was seen leaving her apartment at one o’clock in the morning. Jackie flew to Paris to take Maria’s place. The message from Jackie to Maria was clear: I’m his wife, I’m number one. Distraught at being used once again, Callas spent three sleepless nights and accidentally overdosed on sleeping tablets. It was now impossible for Jackie to pretend that her husband was not with his mistress whenever her back was turned or that he was using Callas to keep her in line.
Jackie’s marriage to Onassis was not in trouble – yet – but the strains underlay it. Onassis was still beguiled by Jackie who, when in Greece, was prepared to act like a Greek wife. Onassis was proud of her, of her beauty and her taste, the impeccable way she ran her households, but he was not cut out for the delicate minuets he had to dance with Jackie. He became bored with her feyness and fantasy, her need for reassurance and admiration, contrasting it with Maria’s wholehearted passion. As a friend observed, ‘Maria would sing, cook, throw spaghetti at him, they used to fight like crazy, they were temperamental.’
As things began to go wrong in Onassis’ business and private life, darker shadows fell across the marriage. It seemed that Onassis had lost his phenomenal skills in putting together a deal and single-mindedly pursuing an objective. At the same time he seemed to be losing control of his family. In July 1971 Christina, aged twenty-two, married Joseph Bolker, a forty-eight-year-old California-based real-estate dealer, without telling her father. Christina’s marriage outraged Onassis because he saw it as an act of defiance against his rights over her as a father. (In February 1972, after months of pressure, Christina and Bolker were divorced amicably.) To him it was a symptom of his loss of control in other areas. In October he suffered a blow that hit him personally and left him reeling. His arch rival, Stavros Niarchos married Onassis’ former wife, Tina. Illogically, although the divorce from Tina had been the direct result of his open adultery with Maria Callas, the failure of his marriage had hurt. To him Tina was always his true wife and the mother of his children. He saw, probably correctly, Tina’s marriage to Niarchos as her last act of revenge for his own marriage to Jackie.
For his part, Onassis was getting bored with Jackie, who increasingly was getting on his nerves. He resented her increasingly frequent and prolonged trips to America to see her children or to attend Kennedy functions, when as a Greek wife she should be sitting a home waiting for him. Onassis began to complain about Jackie to his Greek friends and, naturally, to Maria Callas. She was never with him, she was cold, she spent too much money. Even sexually now he found her dull. ‘He called Callas and he told her, "I’m just a babysitter. I have to sit and wait and wait for this woman." He also said that going to bed with her was like going to bed with a corpse.’
Just as he had with Callas, Onassis began to humiliate Jackie publicly. Her capacity to ‘tune out’ irritated him as much as it had Jack Kennedy. One rainy evening in Glyfada, Onassis and his friends Miltos Yiannacopoulos and Yiannis Gorgakis had been talking to each other all evening while Jackie sat opposite them, silent, reading a book about Socrates. Finally, she put down the book to ask Yiannis Gorgakis whether he thought that Socrates had really existed or whether he had been an invention of Plato to represent the Athenian philosophers. As Gorgakis began to answer seriously, Onassis jumped up from the sofa and began to scream at Jackie: ‘What is the matter with you? Don’t you ever stop to think before you open your mouth? Have you never noticed the statue in the centre of Athens? Are you too stupid not to know a statue of Socrates?’
Jackie, in tears, whispering to herself in French to make sure that if she was overheard she would be understood, went upstairs, came down wearing a raincoat and walked out. Onassis refused to bring Jackie in out of the rain himself but ordered Yiannacopoulos to do so. Without saying a word, Jackie came in and sat down silently beside Gorgakis. Onassis sat back muttering about ‘idiotic conversations’ and closed his eyes. His form of apology was an expensive gold bracelet he gave her some days later. Jackie had won the battle without saying a word, with enormous self-control and an actress’s sense of how to steal a scene. Silent withdrawal, as she had learned with Jack, was one of her most potent weapons.
Onassis simply did not know how to deal with her, and the great publicity coup he thought he had achieved in marrying her had turned sour. Since everybody believed that she had only married him for his money, the reports of her spending – real and exaggerated – made him look like a sucker. Her devotion was to her children, her real life in America, and not in Greece, or even Paris, with him. He planned to reassert himself by divorcing her and by making sure that she would not get away with a large slice of the Onassis fortune. In November 1972 he sprang his first trap for Jackie. He presented her with a legal document which stated that in return for $2 million in bonds which Onassis had given her as a wedding present she thereby waived every claim she might possibly have to inherit anything from his estate. The document also stated, ‘Each party declares that he or she had been represented by independent counsel in the negotiation and execution of this agreement,’ which was false. Only Onassis’ lawyers were involved; Jackie had not consulted anybody. In fact, the document had no legal validity and could not affect Jackie’s right to inherit a one-eighth share of Onassis’ property under Greek law. But this was merely the first stage in the saga: her husband was planning to use his influence to have the law changed in order to legitimise the waiver and thus deprive her of her statutory rights. Two months later, Ari contacted the infamous Roy Cohn, an unscrupulous lawyer who had every reason to hate the Kennedys, with a view to collecting evidence for a divorce from Jackie.
The idea of showing Jackie and the world who was boss, and depriving her of access to any of his fortune, became an obsession with Onassis. He was in his seventies and ageing. His son, Alexander, with whom he was constantly at loggerheads, taped his telephone conversations with his father. One revealed Onassis, drunk, calling from New York croaking out ‘Singin’ In The Rain’ with a medley of oaths, inanities, orders and complaints. ‘It’s two o’clock in the afternoon over there,’ Alexander commented, ‘and he’s completely pissed out of his mind.’ Sexually, he was no longer the man he had been. ‘He [Onassis] was horrid to all his women in the end,’ said Reinaldo Herrera, a friend of both Jackie and Onassis, who had been Tina’s lover before her divorce. ‘I think it was a sign of impotence, you see. I know he was impotent with Tina. I’m sure she [Jackie] was very unhappy. And I think it all happened because there was a sexual thing there that didn’t work.’
Again, just as she had with Jack, Jackie began to taunt Onassis, saying biting things in her own inimitable way, although rarely in public. She knew of the divorce discussions, although no figures had been put forward. Her experience with the waiver had no doubt unnerved her. Onassis kept her in the dark.
Alexander was delighted about his father’s plans to ‘divorce the Widow’. On 22 January he was at the controls of the elderly Piaggio which, he had told his father, was a ‘deathtrap’, on what was to be a training flight for the pilot, who was to take the plane to Miami to be sold. Seconds after take-off, the plane hit the runway, leaving Alexander with irreversible brain damage. As family and friends gathered at the Athens hospital where Alexander lay in deep coma, his face shattered and the right side of his brain a pulp, Jackie ‘did something so shocking that I can’t talk to you about it’, according to one of those present. ‘It showed Jackie’s insensitivity, her hard side. She approached Fiona Thyssen, whom Alexander had hoped to marry, to ask if she knew what Ari was proposing to offer her as a divorce settlement. Taken aback, Baroness Thyssen replied that that was a question she should ask her husband.
Jackie knew that Onassis planned to rid himself of her – no doubt, as cheaply as he could – and she was desperate to know what he had in mind. Nothing else can explain her crude approach to Fiona Thyssen at a time of such anguish. Jackie, of course, could only experience the anguish by proxy: Alexander had detested her and had been consistently rude to her. But his death was a tragedy for her also: it destroyed Onassis as a man and all semblance of a relationship between them.
‘He was a shattered, shattered man,’ the daughter of one of his friends said. ‘I went to see him at the airport after Alexander’s funeral. I remember all we could do was sort of hug each other.’
Jackie’s position was becoming increasingly untenable. Her husband, deeply superstitious, was beginning to believe the whispers circulating among his entourage, specifically from Christina and her principal ally Costa Gratsos, that Jackie was the bearer of bad luck. Gratsos was bluntly obscene, using a horrible Greek phrase to describe her, of which ‘Black Widow’ is the politest interpretation.
Nothing that Jackie or anyone else could do comforted Onassis for the loss of Alexander, his grief compounded by guilt at his shortcomings as a father, or for the Greek sense of being punished by the fates, which was undermining his self-belief and his will to live. His behaviour was increasingly morbid; night after night on Skorpios he would take a bottle of ouzo and two glasses up to Alexander’s grave, pour one for himself and one for his son, and sit there crying and talking to Alexander. Or he would invite Jackie or Artemis and her husband to lunch beside the mausoleum, sitting at a table set with linen tablecloth, silver and glass, toasting his son.
At heart, Onassis did not hate Jackie. In his drunken states he would take out his frustration and rage on her, not just for what had happened but for what could never happen. He wanted her to be his Greek wife, at his beck and call as Callas had been. He resented her devotion to her children to the exclusion of his own wishes. He resented her Kennedy life, the constant reminders of her first husband, the anniversaries and the memorials; even, perhaps, while drinking pink champagne late at night with close women friends on Christina that she would go over the assassination, again and again, making that arcing gesture to describe the trajectory of a piece of Jack’s skull.
Although he and his clique liked to represent Jackie as ‘the Golddigger’ he had not, considering his wealth, been generous to her financially, apart from lavishing gifts upon her in the early days of their marriage. In marrying Onassis she had forfeited access to the Kennedy trusts and was, therefore, financially dependent on him, apart from the $2 million in bonds he had given her as a wedding present – hardly a fortune in his terms. She had no property of her own – apart from the Fifth Avenue apartment – and he refused to buy her a country house, which she had pressed him for. He retained chequebook power over her by paying her monthly bills for clothing and decoration. For Onassis money, like Samson’s hair, was the source of his power, which no one but he could touch.
Intimations of mortality were all around him, even before Alexander’s death had dealt him the ultimately fatal blow. His heavy drinking was limiting his capacity to function as a businessman, let alone as a husband. He was a sick man. He became more and more determined that Jackie, if she would not bend to his will, should not profit from his death. She should not have even what was hers under Greek law.
To further his aim Onassis drafted a will which gave a lifetime income of $100,000 a year, with $25,000 each to John and Caroline until they reached the age of twenty-one. In addition Jackie was to be given a 25 per cent share in both Christina and Skorpios in partnership with Christina, provided she bore the proportionate share of the not inconsiderable cost of upkeep. Should she choose to dispute the will, she would immediately forfeit her annuity, and Onassis’ executors and his heirs were to fight her ‘through all possible legal means’.
Jackie was not aware of the existence or the terms of the will, which Onassis had not as yet signed, or, more importantly, of the further steps he was undertaking to nullify her rights to 12.5 per cent of his total fortune under Greek law and validate the waiver she had so trustingly signed.
Onassis pocketed his will, unsigned, and left to join Jackie for New Year in 1974 in Acapulco, the place where she and Jack had begun their honeymoon, just over twenty years before. If it had been planned by Jackie as a romantic trip, it turned out to be a disaster. On the return journey in their private jet, after a row over Jackie’s plans to build a house in Acapulco, in which she told him a few unwelcome truths, he signed the will.
In June that year he moved to stage two of excluding Jackie from her legal rights. At his behest his friends, the government of Greek ‘colonels’, passed a special law to validate the waiver he had induced Jackie to sign in 1972. The waiver would entitle him to leave her what he wished and what he had now designated under his will.
Inexorably, disaster seemed to follow upon disaster for Onassis. The fourth Arab-Israeli war and the Arab oil-producers’ decision in the autumn of 1973 to increase their oil prices had hit the tanker business. Olympic Airways was similarly going downhill. On the personal side of the Onassis family, things went from bad to worse. In August Christina took an overdose of sleeping pills. Tina flew to London to be with her; Onassis was not told until she had recovered. Less than two months later Tina herself was found dead in her bedroom. No signs of violence were found on her body; after an autopsy demanded by a suspicious Christina, she was found to have died of ‘acute oedema of the lung’. But Tina’s misery in her marriage may have contributed to her death: she had been smoking and drinking too much.
Several weeks after Tina’s death, Onassis’ own health deteriorated sharply and he was admitted to a New York hospital where he was diagnosed as suffering from myasthenia gravis, an incurable disease brought on by stress, alcohol and fatigue.
On the day he discharged himself his face swollen from cortisone treatment, his drooping eyelids held up with plaster behind his dark glasses, he received news that Olympic Airways was nearly broke. He had already heard the news that his plans for an oil refinery in New Hampshire had been turned down. In Greece, his junta friends had been replaced by a democratically elected government. Against his doctor’s advice, Onassis flew to Athens in December determined to negotiate government backing for Olympic. He seemed not to be aware that, as a close associate of the disgraced junta, he was out in the cold. On 15 January 1975, after almost twenty years of Onassis’ ownership, Olympic was sold back to the Greek government. The blow to his sense of his own prestige was immeasurable. It seemed to him that he did nothing but lose.
Jackie’s relationship with her husband was also at an all-time low, so much so that she did not accompany him to Athens this time, but went skiing. At this crisis in his affairs her presence in Greece might have helped him both personally and from a public- relations point of view. She did not seem to care. She did not return to him until she received a message from Christina at Glyfada saying that he had collapsed with severe abdominal pains on 3 February 1975.
On 6 February Christina and Jackie flew with Onassis to Paris. He had been too feeble even to walk to the car to be taken to the airport. Instead he was carried downstairs and placed in the waiting Cadillac. In Paris, flanked by Jackie and Christina, he made a supreme effort to walk into 88 Avenue Foch on his own, past the ranks of photographers, to spend what would be his last night there. The following day, again surrounded by journalists and television cameramen, they took Onassis to the American Hospital. The doctors there decided to remove his gall bladder.
After the operation, on 10 February, he weakened dramatically and for the next five weeks lay there kept alive by a ventilator and fed intravenously, dying slowly. Jackie flew back and forth between New York and Paris to be with him. One woman was not allowed to be at Onassis’ bedside: Maria Callas. Middle-class Greek morality forbade it. Only once did she manage to slip into the hospital unrecognised. On 10 March she could bear the situation no longer and fled to Palm Beach.
That same week Jackie, too, aware that Onassis would not recover, but advised by the doctors that his condition had stabilised and that he was unlikely to die in the near future, decided to leave for New York.
Christina never left her father’s bedside during all the time of his hospitalisation. He was all hers at last, and she was not prepared to share him with Jackie. According to one source, she instructed the doctors not to tell anyone else that he was dying, so Jackie was still in New York when Aristotle Onassis died on 15 March 1975. Of all his family only Christina was with him at the end. After he died, she made an attempt to slash her wrists but was saved by an alert doctor.
Jackie’s absence from her husband’s bedside when he died made the worst possible public impression, giving ammunition to her enemies in the Onassis camp. But it was at Onassis’ funeral, just as at Alexander’s deathbed, that Jackie’s hard streak surfaced inappropriately. Escorted by Teddy Kennedy, she got into the lead car with the grief-stricken Christina for the drive to the fishing village of Nidri from where Onassis’ body was to be carried by boat to Skorpios. Suddenly the car stopped, Christina got out and ran back to her aunts’ car immediately behind. The reason for this surprise move, Christina told Marina Dodero after the funeral, was that Teddy had leaned forward and said to her, ‘And now, what about the money?’ Teddy had blurted it out but he would hardly have done so without Jackie’s previous agreement.
It was a grey and windy wintry day on Skorpios when Onassis’ coffin was lowered into the vault beside Alexander’s. Of the five Onassis women, Jackie was the only one who did not weep, as her husband of almost seven years was buried in the church where they had been married. Yet despite his treatment of her during their latter years together, she was never heard subsequently to criticise him and always expressed great fondness for him. On the day of the funeral she vowed to Christina that she would always keep the Onassis name. But in effect her Greek life was over.
"God is punishing you for your sins," Christina whispered into her dying father's ear. Onassis' health and will to live suffered an unstoppable decline after Alexander's death. At her second husband's funeral, in March 1975, Jackie's chosen facial expression was a fixed, habitual smile, almost a grimace. At his funeral, Jackie said:
Aristotle Onassis rescued me at a moment when my life was engulfed with shadows. He meant a lot to me. He brought me into a world where one could find both happiness and love. We lived through many beautiful experiences together which cannot be forgotten, and for which I will be eternally grateful.
At his death, Onassis' estate was reportedly worth close to $1 billion dollars (equivalent to $6 billion in 2007), and by Greek law, Jackie's legal share would have been approximately $125 million, but Onassis, immediately prior to his death, and without Jackie's knowledge, had persuaded the Greek parliament to change the inheritance laws, in order to keep his wife from inheriting her rightful share. In the two years after Alexander's death, rumors of a pending divorce had surfaced in the papers, but divorce was not possible; Jackie had too much dirt on Onassis, and threatened to use it against him if he even considered divorcing her.
After Onassis' death, rumors abounded, especially in Europe, that Jackie had some dirt on her deceased husband, that she knew something she wasn't supposed to know, but no one could say what it was. Jackie threatened to make big trouble if Christina did not announce publicly that Onassis had not planned to divorce her, and if Christina did not give her a decent sum from the estate. Christina knew that Jackie "had something on Onassis" with which she could successfully blackmail the Onassis estate and reputation. In a nervous attempt to save her family's reputation, Christina bought off her stepmother, giving her $26 million from Onassis' estate, a much greater share than Onassis had left her in his rewritten will (approximately $3 million).
Christina inherited her father’s wiliness and secretiveness, and his determination that Jackie should have as little as possible from his estate. She started the bidding with an offer of a mere two or three million dollars to Jackie. Tough negotiations led to a settlement in May, one provision of which declared ‘the daughter and wife each hereby confirm that to the best of their knowledge and belief that the father died intestate leaving no will or testament of any kind, granting rights or wishes to the wife or to her children’.
The Onassis side alleged that Jackie had signed a waiver ‘which was valid’, to which Jackie’s side replied that it was fraudulently produced and was invalid in its execution’ under New York law, which required that when such an agreement was entered into ‘you must have independent counsel and knowledge of the facts – "both absent here"’. They threatened that they would allege fraud on this and have the waiver declared null and void. Jackie’s lawyers scoured Europe for evidence of Onassis’ assets and found, as he had predicted, no visible leads to his hidden fortune. None the less they pressed on to come to a settlement.
Eventually, Jackie received over $26 million, $500,000 of which went to her lawyers. The agreement was signed on 7 May 1975. But where Onassis’ affairs were concerned, nothing was that simple. Four weeks later Onassis’ will, to the surprise of Jackie’s side, surfaced and was probated. Some people suspected an intrigue or battle of wills involving Christina and a member of the Onassis circle, which led to publication. Jackie’s lawyers immediately telephoned Christina’s side: ‘Well, fancy that, we all thought there was no will, where did this come from?’ The Greek response was to tell them, in so many words, ‘You’ve got your settlement. Now go away.’
But Jackie’s lawyers did not go away. It took an additional two years to negotiate a further settlement, which was finally reached on 5 October 1977. Jackie was to receive the income provided for her in the will for the rest of her life.
Christina represented Jackie as ‘greedy’ but she had married Onassis without conditions, refusing to ‘barter’ herself. His ‘wedding gift’ of $2 million bonds to compensate her for what she had lost in Kennedy funds by marrying him was a mere fleabite in terms of a fortune estimated at more than $500 million.
Onassis had appeared as not only a safe refuge from a violent America and an escape to a Mediterranean fantasy but also, more importantly, as the ideal father/lover who would protect her and physically satisfy her. In the end, both had been disillusioned. Onassis, looking for a little-girl wife like Tina, with the passionate but acquiescing characteristics of Maria Callas, had discovered a little-girl attitude that concealed a real independence of spirit. Jackie, while behaving well – even heroically so – in public, in private found herself increasingly alone, her sexuality and her intellectual ability denigrated or ignored. Her Kennedy children were her primary responsibility, but Onassis who had never regarded his own children in that light until it was too late, had not been able to accept her divided loyalty.

Aristotle Onassis and Maria Callas



MARIA Callas's life is eloquent testimony to the truth of Erik Erikson's observation that ''when artists go under, it is not as slaughtered lambs, but as the vanquished in the struggle for power.'' Callas's formidable personality and temperament gave her insight into the larger-than-life heroines of many 19th-century operas. With the tools of her musicianship and remarkable technique, she translated this identification into performances that could transform people's lives. Her style was at one with the Romantic period and altogether alien to our own time. No one knew this better than she. Even at the end of her career, when a director of Covent Garden asked her to narrate ''L'Histoire du soldat,'' she refused: ''I'm not very keen on Stravinsky. I don't really like modern music. ... I don't really even approve of Puccini. Mine is the nineteenth century.''
The 19th century also marks the style of Arianna Stassinopoulos, Callas's most recent biographer. The author, who never met her subject and attended only one of Callas's performances (when Miss Stassinopoulos was 10 years old), was the choice of British publisher George Weidenfeld. And an interesting choice it was. Miss Stassinopoulos has produced a biography loaded with detail, high on hyperbole and lacking in objectivity. ''Maria Callas'' contains the elements of a juicy libretto, complete with malevolent mother, opportunistic husband and sadistic lover, all bent on exploiting a vulnerable female.
The London equivalent of America's Marabel Morgan, the author of ''Total Woman,'' Miss Stassinopoulos is best known abroad for her book ''The Female Woman,'' in which she attacks the feminist emphasis on career and celebrates the traditional womanly virtues. In this biography, she portrays Callas as a tragic figure for whom Aristotle Onassis was a necessity because he awakened her sexuality and womanhood: ''Aristo had brought love, frivolity, passion and tenderness to the life of a dedicated nun. ... He had opened the way for a host of feelings never before experienced and impressions never before sensed. ... Onassis made her aware of her sensuality, and he was her first real lover. Maria discovered sex at thirty-six and she discovered it through Onassis.''
However frivolous this book may be, Callas was in no way frivolous. Even one note alone of hers was unmistakable; that cannot be said of anyone else. Her voice ranged from a low dramatic soprano to the highest coloratura and she could articulate virtuoso runs and trills with impeccable accuracy. Her timbre was unique, something like an English horn, and in her recordings her voice conveyed emotion as few others ever did. Callas was an extraordinary artist and one of the most electrifying personalities of our time. What ---------------------------------------------------------------------
Joan Peyser is the editor of ''The Musical Quarterly'' and author of ''Twentieth Century Music: The Sense Behind the Sound'' and ''Boulez: Composer, Conductor, Enigma.'' caused her to subjugate herself and her art to years of degradation with Onassis, a man who ''belittled her constantly: 'What are you? Nothing. You just have a whistle in your throat that no longer works' ''? This is a reasonable question for any Callas biography to raise, but it is not one that is answered adequately here.
To paint a faithful portrait of her subject, the author need only have listened carefully to the central figures in the story; instead she follows their every comment with angry refutations. Callas's husband, Giovanni Battista Meneghini, a millionaire in his 50's when she married him, told a reporter when she left him for Onassis: ''This man has billions, you must understand.'' Then Miss Stassinopoulos undermines him: ''It was the rich man's impotent envy of the superrich, the stingy millionaire's resentment at the extravagant multimillionaire ...'' Callas's mother backs up Mr. Meneghini: ''I was Maria's first victim. Now it's Meneghini. ... Maria would (like to) marry Onassis to further her limitless ambition.'' But here again Miss Stassinopoulos argues: ''She could not have shown less understanding of her daughter. Ambition was the last thought in Maria's mind when ... she was at the Milan airport, boarding the private plane Onassis had sent for her.''
Both literally and figuratively, Callas had an enormous appetite, and it manifested itself in behavior that Miss Stassinopoulos repeatedly refers to in her narrative: ''As was her lifelong habit, (Callas) picked what she wanted from everybody else's plates.'' It was not enough for her to thrill millions, to have her fans break down doors or yell themselves hoarse. Callas had to be Number One and she demanded more money than anyone else only because, as she readily admitted, she had to have the most: ''I'm not interested in money,'' she told the Vienna State Opera, ''but it has to be more than anyone else gets.''
Her voraciousness knew no limits; no challenge was too much to attempt. Callas began her career singing Wagner, but she soon moved into coloratura roles and almost singlehanded revived the entire bel canto repertoire. She even went so far as to sing Donizetti's ''Anna Bolena,'' a role that the born coloratura Beverly Sills claimed took five years off her own operatic life. Callas's challenges were not merely vocal. In 1952, when she weighed 180 pounds, she set Audrey Hepburn as her model and lost 62 pounds in less than two years. By 1954 she was thin, rich, beautiful, famous. Around this time her voice began to falter and she turned her attention elsewhere. She moved into Elsa Maxwell's circle, met Aristotle Onassis and made every effort to marry him.
Unlike many sopranos, for whom the voice is an end and not a means, Callas used hers as a tool, a source of revenge, a way of thumbing her nose at the gods for a wretched childhood. Fat, ugly and acned, she lived in awe of her sister, ''tall, slender, beautiful Jackie with chestnut hair and brown eyes'' who was her mother's expressed favorite. All Maria ever had was her voice, and she could work wonders with it: ''Only when I was singing did I feel loved.'' Later Callas remarked: ''If you live, you struggle. It is the same for all of us. What is different are the weapons you have and the weapons that are used against you.'' When her mother was on welfare and appealed to her for help, she replied with a letter later published in Time magazine: ''If you can't make enough money to live on, you can jump out of the window or drown yourself.''
All of this can be gleaned from Miss Stassinopoulos's book, which contains large doses of information, some of it useful, some of it cheap. We learn that Callas's mother, who wanted a boy to replace the son she had lost to typhoid fever, would not look at Maria when she was born. During her marriage to Mr. Meneghini, Callas was in love with the Italian film director Luchino Visconti, described by Miss Stassinopoulos as ''largely homosexual.'' Callas became for Elsa Maxwell ''the object of an almost adolescent passion. ... (Callas) always made sure that she was not left alone with Elsa, even for a few minutes.'' When Callas was 43 years old, she became pregnant and, at Onassis's insistence, aborted the baby. After Onassis married Jacqueline Kennedy, Callas relied on tranquilizers and sleeping pills and attempted suicide.
The material is presented with little nuance, and conclusions are seldom drawn even when the facts cry out for some. Consider, for instance, Callas's weight loss. Miss Stassinopoulos writes that following Callas's 1954 appearance as Queen Elizabeth of Spain in Verdi's ''Don Carlo,'' it was an ''ironic tribute to her transformation that the rave reviews were reserved for her physical appearance ...'' and not for her voice. Nowhere does the author suggest that the weight loss may have affected the instrument.
Miss Stassinopoulos claims that, in contrast to Callas's passion for Onassis, her relationship with Mr. Meneghini was loveless from the start and that she married him because his wealth allowed her to be more ''selective'' in accepting engagements without suffering financially. ''She liked his stability,'' the author continues, ''she liked the way everyone deferred to him, and above all she liked the way he liked her.''
But surely Onassis, too, appealed to her in those ways. The point is that by 1957, with a triumphant career behind her, she required a man l0 times more powerful than the one she had needed 10 years before. As for the matter of selectivity in accepting engagements: with Onassis as her lover, Callas became so selective that during 1963 she did not appear in a single opera. And she was then only 40 years old.
Callas claimed that there is no such thing as coincidence, that ''the patterns, large and small, of every aspect of her life'' all had some clearly defined meaning. Unlistening, her biographer ignores the fact that the name of the sister Callas hated in her youth was the same as the woman who finally married Onassis. Nor does Miss Stassinopoulos mention that two-and-a-half years after Onassis's death, Callas died during the very week that Jacqueline Onassis won a $20,000,000 suit against her late husband's will. Mrs. Onassis's victory may well have been for Callas the last in a series of grotesque defeats.
To say that Callas's acquisitive purposes were outside the realm of art is, as Erikson suggests, to misunderstand art. Miss Stassinopoulos's major error is to separate the human being from the artist: her subtitle is ''The Woman Behind the Legend.'' In portraying the soprano as ''Maria ... suffocated by La Callas,'' Miss Stassinopoulos has produced a lively but superficial biography. The awesome artist who is her subject deserves a more insightful evaluation.

What happened in Christina's Onassis disappearance




The sudden death of Christina Onassis in Argentina in 1988 presaged no changes in the shipping and real-estate empire founded by her father, Aristotle S. Onassis, according to several members of a multinational board that has run the business since he died in 1975.
The private fortune was estimated at $500 million to $1 billion (today's 5 billions), owned half by Christina Onassis and half by the Alexander Onassis Foundation, whose 14-member board has controlled the entire empire with minimial influence by Ms. Onassis as its president.
Several members said yesterday, after a meeting in Athens and calls to other members in Europe, the United States and Latin America, that the board would continue to manage the affairs of the Onassis family and contemplated no major changes in direction or organization.
The death of the 37-year-old heiress, whose four marriages and stormy personal life often obscured her role as a businesswoman, will apparently make her 3-year-old daughter, Athena, one of the world's richest people, family business associates in Athens said yesterday. A Dramatic Story
Like the tumultuous saga of the Onassis family itself, the story of Christina Onassis's death on Saturday was a dramatic, controversial and global affair, with implications in Europe and North and South America for governments, businesses and ordinary people touched by the family.
Not least were the implications for the infant, destined some day to control fleets of ships, skyscrapers in the capitals of the world, islands in the Ionian Sea and power beyond the dreams of all but a few people whose enterprise, or good fortune, sets them apart.
In Buenos Aires, authorities yesterday said they were investigating the cause of Ms. Onassis' death, which a judge called questionable, even though an aunt, Mary Onassis, insisted that she had died of a heart attack and ruled out suicide.
''She was at the best stage of her life,'' Mary Onassis said as she entered a Greek Orthodox bishopric, where the body was taken for a vigil after a mass. Other friends said, however, that Ms. Onassis had been undergoing an intensive weight-loss course, part of a constant fight against obesity that sometimes left her in excess of 200 pounds. Judge Orders an Autopsy
Ms. Onassis was found unconscious at a friend's mansion outside Buenos Aires and was pronounced dead on arrival at a hospital, where officials said she had apparently died of a heart attack. But a local judge ruled the death suspicious and ordered an autopsy after a box of pills was found near her. Forensic experts were to analyze the pills.
In Athens, a half-dozen of the 14 members of the board of the Onassis Foundation gathered yesterday - and conferred by telephone with the other members around the world - to discuss funeral arrangements and the future of the business founded by Aristotle Socrates Onassis, a Greek maverick who immigrated penniless into Argentina in the 1920's and became one of the world's richest men.
A family spokesman in Piraeus said that the body of Ms. Onassis would be returned to Greece and buried beside her father and brother on the Ionian island of Skorpios, which is owned by the family.
''Christina's death was a complete shock to all of us,'' said Stelios Papadimitriou, secretary general of the Onassis Group, the family holding company, as well as a member of the foundation's board and Ms. Onassis' personal lawyer.
''She had no trace of a heart ailment - indeed, no health problems at all,'' Mr. Papadimitriou added. ''Yet there is not a shadow of a doubt that she died of a heart attack. The possibility of a suicide is categorically ruled out.'' Board Members to Meet
Mr. Papadimitriou declined to discuss the family fortune or details of the future of the corporate empire of which she was a part. But he noted that the board members abroad were converging on Athens and would meet soon.
Another board member, Ioannis Georgakis, who was named the acting president of the foundation, said: ''Christina hardly ever interfered in the functioning of the Onassis Foundation, and we were very grateful to her for this. We have decided, in tribute to her, to continue her work and that of her father.''
Apostolos Zambelas, treasurer of the Onassis Group and a board member, said it was difficult to assess the exact value of the family's assets, but he said he would not deny estimates in the neighborhood of $1 billion.
When Aristotle Onassis died at the age of 68 on March 15, 1975, the Onassis Group was worth somewhat less than that. It controlled hundreds of corporations, 47 ships, Olympic Airways and real estate on several continents. But the shipping industry was in its worst depression since the 1930's, and 80 percent of the Onassis fortune was in ships.
In his will, Mr. Onassis left half his assets to Christina and half to the foundation named for his son, Alexander, who had died in the crash of a private plane two years earlier. The foundation - with 13 of his closest associates as members and Christina as president for life - was set up in Liechtenstein, where paid minuscule taxes as a charitable organization. A Generous Foundation
To keep this status, it continues to allocate large grants to many individuals and groups. Recipients have included Amnesty International, former President Alessandro Pertini of Italy, former Prime Minister Harold Macmillan of Britain, Lech Walesa of the Polish labor movement Solidarity, former Chancellor Helmut Schmidt of West Germany and Robert S. MacNamara, president of the World Bank.
As president of the board, Ms. Onassis wielded no extraordinary power beyond those of the other members. She had only one vote unless there was a tie, in which case she had two votes. Soon after her father died, it became apparent that he had ordered too many supertankers from Japanese and French shipyards.
Ms. Onassis, in her most forceful involvement, led a board decision to cancel the new ship orders. ''While we lost tens of millions of dollars, we could have lost hundreds of millions,'' Mr. Zambelas recalled. ''As the oil crisis worsened, nobody could say it was a wrong decision.''
Also shortly after Mr. Onassis died, Olympic Airways was taken over by the Greek Government, and the Onassis organization got about $104 million for its assets.
Over the years, the board and Ms. Onassis pared the shipping fleet down to about 35 tankers, freighters and other vessels by selling some and scrapping others. Meanwhile, it has increased real-estate holdings in the United States, Europe and Latin America. These include ownership of Olympic Towers, a residential and office condominium at 645 Fifth Avenue. Business by Telephone
In recent years, she had spent three to four hours a day conducting the family business by telephone from wherever her jet-set life took her. After marriages to Joseph Bolker, an American businessman, Alexander Andreadis, a Greek shipping magnate, and Sergei Kauzov, a Russian shipping agent - all of which ended in divorce - she married Thierry Roussel in 1984.
Mr. Roussel is a French phamaceuticals magnate who controls a dozen companies and is a multimillionaire. Their daughter, Athena, was born in January 1985, and the couple filed for divorce eight months later. The divorce proceedings had not been completed.
Ms. Onassis, who made frequent trips to Argentina, had been staying with Marina Dodero, one of her closest friends and a member of a shipping family. Ms. Onassis was born Dec. 11, 1950, in New York, but gave up her American citizenship for tax reasons after her father's death.

Christina O Yacht Charter




Charter the legendary Christina O Motor Yacht


CHRISTINA O encapsulates the legend that was Aristotle Onassis. As a result of an extensive re-fit, this magnificent vessel defines a new category in luxury yachting. CHRISTINA O is one of the only mega yachts capable of accommodating up to 36 guests in 19 staterooms, in full compliance with SOLAS, US Coastguard and Public Health regulations.

CHRISTINA O's canopied decks are the ideal venue for any extra special occasion. When Onassis bought the vessel in 1954, he converted her at an expense of over $4 million, into the largest, most modern and most exalted yacht of her era. CHRISTINA O became his floating mansion and headquarters for over two decades until his death in 1975. Onassis' guests onboard were some of the most famous and influential people of the time. At night, CHRISTINA O served as the stage for Onassis' celebrated social life, as he played host to Presidents and Prime Ministers, royalty and film stars. CHRISTINA O's fame owes itself to names such as Maria Callas, The Begum of Aga Kahn, John Paul Getty, John D Rockefeller, Eva Peron, Richard Burton, Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra, Rudolf Nureyev, John Wayne, Greta Garbo and Dame Margot Fonteyn... John F Kennedy and Sir Winston Churchill first met as guests of Aristotle Onassis onboard CHRISTINA O and two of the century's most celebrated wedding receptions were held on CHRISTINA O; Prince Rainier to Princess Grace, and Onassis to Jackie Kennedy.

In 1978 Onassis's daughter Christina donated CHRISTINA O to the Greek Government,and it eventually became disused. In 1998 CHRISTINA O was purchased by a family friend of Onassis and underwent an extensive refurbishment and re-powering, restoring her to her former glory and with the addition of all the latest technologies and equipments. CHRISTINA O has fabulous areas for entertaining, including a sumptuous dining room capable of seating up to 40 guests. CHRISTINA O's exterior amenities include the famous swimming pool which converts to a dance floor, a large Jacuzzi and extensive sunbathing decks. Up to 250 guests can be entertained on CHRISTINA O's canopied decks for the ultimate event.

CHRISTINA O - SPECIFICATION:
Built/Refitted: Christina O was originally built in 1943 as a Canadian convoy escort. Bought & refitted by Aristotle Onassis in 1954, Christina O was restored & extensively refitted in 1999-2001.

Length: 325'/99.1m
Beam: 36.5'/11.06m
Draft: 14'/4.24m

CHRISTINA O - ACCOMMODATION:
36 guests in:
- Onassis suite (bridge deck) with Jacuzzi bathroom & private lounge en suite
- 10 guest cabins forward on the main deck
- 8 guest cabins aft on the cabin (sea) deck
- All but one guest cabin are convertible from twin to double
- All cabins with en suite shower room, TV/DVD/CD/Stereo

CHRISTINA O - LAYOUT:
Compass Deck: Galaxy Bar, Sun Lounges

Bridge Deck: Onassis Suite, Bridge, Central Atrium

Promenade Deck: Reception, Show Lounge, Library, Massage & Beauty Salon, Central Atrium, Children's Playroom, Fitness Centre, Sports Lounge, Jacuzzi Deck

Main deck: 10 Guest Cabins, "Rendezvous" Music Lounge, Main Dining Room, Central Atrium, Ari's Bar, Lapis Lounge, Swimming Pool (salt water) which converts to dance floor

Cabin deck: 8 Guest Cabins

Cruising speed: 15 knots
Fuel cons: 750 l/hr cruising
Flag: Panama
Crew: Captain Edmund Wilkinson (British) + 33

Summer: Mediterranean
Winter: Seychelles (tbc)

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The Diva and The Tycoon


t a time when celebrity romances rarely last longer than a teenage crush, it's hard to believe that gossip columnists here and abroad fastened on one couple for more than 15 years. She was a glamorous Greek opera star of singular talent and obvious vulnerability, and he was a charismatic and slightly sinister Greek tycoon. The tempestuous love affair between Maria Callas and Aristotle Onassis had so many fascinating and even improbable elements that the public eagerly followed every twist and turn.

Nicholas Gage has the credentials to bring a new perspective to this oft-told tale: Greek-born, he is an American journalist with an impressive reputation for thorough and resourceful reporting. Callas and Onassis both died in the 1970's, but Gage managed to track down most of their family and friends, a number of whom spoke publicly for the first time. Still, the account he offers in ''Greek Fire'' is somewhat clinical, oddly lacking the passion that defined the personalities of Callas and Onassis.

Onassis, who was 19 years older than Callas, was born in Turkey, where his father was a prosperous merchant and prominent member of the Greek community that outnumbered the Turks in the port city of Smyrna. Ari's mother died when he was 8, and 10 years later he barely escaped a brutal massacre of non-Turkish citizens by the Turkish Army in 1922. After an unhappy spell in Athens, Onassis emigrated to Argentina, where he made a fortune importing tobacco, and then to New York, where he built his multimillion-dollar shipping business.

Callas had a similarly itinerant and difficult childhood. The daughter of Greek immigrants, she spent her early years in Manhattan. At 5, Maria stunned listeners with her precocious voice, later described by one of her teachers as ''violent cascades of sound, full of drama and emotion.'' Her domineering mother pulled her out of school at 13 so Maria could return to Greece for training as a singer.

During World War II, Maria sang for the occupying Axis forces, but her mother also hid two fugitive British soldiers until they could escape. When Maria and her family were trapped in their apartment in an area held by Communist troops during the Greek Civil War, a grateful British officer helped them flee to his country's embassy in Athens. Faced with bleak prospects in Greece, Maria returned to America, where she went broke in a fruitless effort to establish herself as an opera singer. Finally, after landing in Italy at 24, she met and married a Veronese impresario 30 years her senior who sent her into her career as a world-renowned soprano.

Callas and Onassis were introduced in 1957 by the predatory social columnist Elsa Maxwell, one of a number of exotic secondary characters in the lovers' drama. According to Gage, Maxwell not only promoted Callas's career, she made sexual overtures that the diva rebuffed, driving Maxwell to fury and despair. The centerpiece of the book, covering seven out of 23 chapters, is the saga of the three-week cruise along the Greek and Turkish coasts in the summer of 1959, when Onassis, then married to Tina Livanos, seduced Callas and the notorious affair began.

After both lovers divorced their spouses, they alternately adored and raged at each other, even finding excitement in fisticuffs and thundering curses. ''What a woman!'' Onassis proclaimed after one exhausting battle as he laughed and squeezed Maria's thigh. Onassis was compulsively unfaithful, and in 1964 he set his sights on the prestigious prize of Jacqueline Kennedy, who had taken a much noticed cruise on his yacht following the death of the Kennedys' newborn son in August 1963. After she entertained him at Sunday brunch in her Fifth Avenue apartment (''All the guests were men,'' according to a close friend of Callas), Onassis began sending her ''huge bunches of red roses.'' But within weeks after marrying Jackie in 1968, Onassis was back at Maria's doorstep in Paris ''shouting, whistling for Madame to let him in.''

As Callas lost her singing voice and Onassis suffered a series of tragedies -- the death of his only son and the suicide of his former wife -- as well as business reversals, the couple's devotion deepened, but she refused to be his lover as long as he remained married. When Onassis was dying in 1975, he took Maria's final gift, a red cashmere Hermès blanket, to the hospital, although neither Maria nor his wife was with him at his death. A heartbroken Callas died two years later.

Gage frequently draws on his knowledge of Greek history, culture and character to provide insights into the motivations of Callas and Onassis. Citing Plato's ''Symposium,'' he offers the Greek theory of destiny to explain the attraction of two such volatile individuals: ''The idea that each person is half of what was once a whole and spends his or her whole life searching for the other individual who will make him complete.'' Gage provides additional nuance by quoting a friend of Onassis who observed: ''Onassis loved, but he never fell in love. He had the oriental view that a real man does not allow himself to be conquered by love. Maria, on the other hand, flooded Onassis with her love, surrendered totally.'' Gage's extensive research has unearthed revealing new facts about the couple as well, from the birth and death of a son in 1960 to a phone call Onassis made to Callas two days before his marriage to Jacqueline Kennedy, asking her to come to Athens and ''save him,'' presumably by inciting a jealous Jackie to call off the wedding.

But journalistic overkill often slows the narrative to a crawl. The drama of the shipboard seduction collapses amid a deconstruction of when and where Onassis and Callas first had sexual relations. Nor does the reader need to know every document and source Gage consulted to pin down Onassis' birth date. He also has the annoying habit of boasting about his reporting. He repeatedly announces the circumstances of his interviews (''When I interviewed him in May of 1998 at his home near Lake Como''), making the book seem less the story of a fabled romance than a Baedeker of Gage's own odyssey as a reporter. Including photographs of himself with various sources adds to the impression that Gage considers himself as interesting as his subjects.

Every conscientious biographer makes countless phone calls and spends endless time tracking down elusive documents. But the details of such reporting and archival research belong in chapter notes that don't distract from the narrative. In this case, the author's notes are both sketchy and erratic, offering sources in some instances but ignoring many others. How does Gage know, for example, that John F. Kennedy exclaimed, ''For Christ's sake Jackie! Onassis is an international pirate!'' on hearing his wife was planning her cruise on the Onassis yacht?

Still, after years of erroneous accounts about Onassis and Callas, not to mention their own embroidered versions of their lives, Gage diligently sets the record straight. The most conspicuous falsehood that he demolishes is Callas's supposed abortion under duress from Onassis, first reported in a biography by Arianna Stassinopoulos and then popularized by Terrence McNally's play ''Master Class.'' But one wishes that Callas and Onassis didn't have to share the stage so often with their intrepid biographer.

Onassis - La legende


Avec son formidable appétit de pouvoir et d’argent, avec l’audace d’un seigneur et une absence totale de modestie, Aristote Onassis fut l’un des derniers représentants de cette race d’hommes qui, partis de rien, ont su tout conquérir. Un destin flamboyant qui, il est vrai, eut aussi son revers: cette course éperdue à la puissance devait l’enfermer entre les hauts murs d’une sorte de folie, jusqu’à l’aveuglement, avec la solitude au terme du voyage. Aristote Socrate Onassis naît le 20 janvier1906 dans la colonie grecque de Smyrne, en Asie Mineure – la Turquie actuelle.
Son père est un riche négociant en tabac et l’enfance du petit Aristote coule sans histoire jusqu’en 1922, lorsque les Turcs, dans une subite frénésie de «nettoyage ethnique» – déjà –, entreprennent de massacrer tous les Grecs. Aristote et son père seront évacués de justesse vers Le Pirée. L’enfant a tout de même eu le temps d’assister à la pendaison de trois de ses oncles, tandis que sa tante et un cousin étaient brûlés vifs dans une église.Dans une Grèce pauvre et surpeuplée, les Onassis connaissent une misère noire. Aristote décide alors d’émigrer: il a 16 ans, et le regard qu’il porte sur le monde n’est déjà plus innocent. Ayant opté pour l’Argentine, il ira jusqu’à falsifier son passeport en se vieillissant de six ans pour pouvoir embarquer. Il accoste à Buenos Aires le 21 septembre1923, anonyme parmi le flot continu des immigrés. Pour subsister, il sera d’abord docker, puis télégraphiste de nuit, consacrant ses journées à apprendre l’espagnol et à glaner quelques pesos supplémentaires. C’est dans un rond de fumée bleue que s’élèveront ses premiers rêves de grandeur: il parvient à convaincre le plus grand négociant en cigarettes de Buenos Aires que les Argentins aimeront le tabac blond d’Orient. Et c’est d’abord sans quitter son emploi nocturne, et payé à la commission, qu’il organise ce commerce, avec son père resté au pays. En 1926 enfin, il se lance: il loue une petite boutique calle Viamonte, trace lui-même, sur la vitrine, en lettres maladroites, «Aristote Onassis, Importateur de tabacs d’Orient», et paie, à la tâche, deux ouvriers chargés de rouler à la main les cigarettes dans l’arrière-salle. L’idée était bonne: en 1929, Onassis pèse déjà 1 million de dollars et mène une existence dorée. Parallèlement à son commerce de tabacs d’Egypte et de Turquie, il exporte à présent vers ces mêmes pays la viande et la laine d’Argentine. Et ce renard qui toute sa vie rusera avec le fisc a déjà établi le siège de ses sociétés argentines en Uruguay, à Montevideo. Les affaires sont si prospères qu’il est rapidement nommé consul général de Grèce sur le Río de la Plata, ce qui lui permettra d’élargir encore le champ de ses relations. Mais Onassis est grec, et l’armateur sommeille en lui: c’est de la mer que lui viendra la fortune! Il est vrai que les frais de transport, considérables, grèvent sérieusement ses revenus. La solution? Convoyer soi-même ses marchandises. C’est en 1931, au plus fort de la grande dépression, qu’il va réussir son premier coup de poker, celui qui, de confortable, fera basculer sa vie dans le fastueux. Il a alors 25 ans et «vaut» 2 millions de dollars lorsqu’il apprend que, sur le Saint-Laurent, six cargos de 10000 tonnes rouillent à quai en attendant un acquéreur. Il les rachète 10000 dollars pièce – le trentième de leur valeur – au moyen d’un crédit bancaire (ce sera là l’un des secrets de sa formidable réussite: n’utiliser que l’argent des autres, ne jamais toucher à son capital).Par une espèce de prescience qui sera le grand trait de génie de sa vie, Onassis a compris, à l’aube de ces années30, que la vraie fortune de demain sera le pétrole, dont les prix ne cessent de grimper. Dès 1935, il commande son premier pétrolier, l’«Ariston», un monstre pour l’époque avec ses 15000 tonnes. Deux autres suivront rapidement, l’«Aristophane» et le «Buenos Aires». C’est parti pour l’ex-petit docker, et désormais plus rien ne pourra l’arrêter. Pas même la guerre. Battant pavillons panaméen ou libérien, ses navires traverseront les hostili-tés sans dommage. Et à la Libération Onassis va réussir un nouveau banco, capital: ayant deviné que les liberty ships, les artisans de la victoire des Alliés à pré-sent désarmés dans les ports, vont être à vendre pour trois fois rien, il s’arrange pour en acheter seize d’un coup! Car même si l’Europe à genoux roule à bicyclette, Onassis croit plus que jamais au pétrole. Il a surtout compris que, bien davantage que les Etats-Unis, le Moyen-Orient sera demain producteur, et qu’il faudra alors transporter tout ce combustible...C’est en 1946 qu’il met en chantier ses cinq premiers pétroliers géants. Le 28 décembre de cette même année, il épouse Tina Livanos, 17 ans, la fille d’un richissime armateur grec, multipliant d’un coup sa fortune par trois. Il a 40 ans et il lui est déjà difficile d’estimer ses biens! Désormais, sur le tapis vert de la mer, les relances de celui que l’on a surnommé «MisterO» seront monumentales. Ainsi, en 1953, il a en chantier vingt-trois nouveaux pétroliers pour une valeur de 130 millions de dollars! Son secret? La vitesse! Pour être rentable, un pétrolier doit être énorme, rapide, et doit tourner sans cesse. Alors, dans un maelström étourdissant, cet homme universel consume sa vie entre téléphone et télex, de Londres à Rotterdam et du Caire à Tokyo, spéculant sur les flux de l’or noir et la durée des traversées, dessinant sur la mappemonde la valse lente de sa colossale fortune.Sa vie, dès lors, se jouera surtout aux accents de la jet-set, dans une frénésie du plaisir par instants pathétique. A l’image de bien des revanchards de l’existence, rien n’est trop beau pour ce flambeur qui, avec une énergie sidérante et une volonté un peu éperdue, poursuit sa course folle vers on ne sait quelle chimère, jusqu’au vertige. Il possède un yacht somptueux comme un mirage, le «Christina», et une île, Skor-pios, qu’il fait rayer des cartes pour se préserver des importuns; il possède une compagnie d’aviation, des propriétés fastueuses aux quatre coins du globe, un building monumental à Manhattan, la moitié de Monte-Carlo, des toîles de maîtres et des bijoux, et des montagnes de dollars. Il possède tout, et plus encore...Il possède tout, certes, mais il lui manque le bonheur. Côté cœur, son mariage avec Tina rompu, il vivra une liaison orageuse avec la Callas avant d’épouser, en 1968, la veuve du président Kennedy, Jackie, la femme la plus adulée et la plus convoitée de la planète. Ce sera peut-être là le plus grand exploit de ce self-made-man qui, pourtant, aura toujours du mal à admettre que son épouse soit célèbre davantage par son mari disparu que par son époux vivant! Onassis a alors passé la soixan-taine, et le battant s’essouffle un peu. Mais il est dit que rien ne sera épargné à cet homme au destin secoué de sombres passions et déchiré par des drames: le 22 janvier1973, son fils Alexandre, l’être à ses yeux le plus cher au monde, se tue dans un accident d’avion. Onassis est littéralement fou de douleur et, de ce jour, il ne sera plus le même. «Aristote est mort en même temps que son fils, raconte un de ses amis. Après ce n’était plus qu’un cadavre ambulant.» Pourtant cet être de fer ne parlera jamais de son chagrin, qu’il a tant de mal à mas-quer. Parce qu’il va soudain se sentir seul, très seul.Lui qui s’est réalisé sans l’aide de personne, lui qui n’a jamais connu de vraie vie de famille mesure brutalement qu’il est une chose que sa gigantes-que fortune ne lui permet pas d’acquérir: l’affection des siens, la chaleur d’une présence aimée. Alors, peu à peu, cet homme vieillissant va se détacher de ce monde factice auquel il a tant voulu appartenir, il ne parviendra plus à dissiper ce sentiment d’échec, cette amertume en lui, comme un poison, et il s’acheminera avec mélancolie vers la mort en ressassant les souvenirs de sa jeunesse. Atteint d’une maladie rare, et incurable, il s’éteint à Paris le 15 mars1975, âgé de 69 ans seulement. Ses cinquante-six navires brassant plus de 5 millions de tonneaux re-présentent alors un tonnage supérieur à celui de bien des marines nationales dans le monde! Son empire est estimé à 1 milliard de dollars et sa fille Christina, 24 ans, est considérée comme la femme la plus riche du monde. Elle mourra à son tour, à 37 ans, épuisée par une vie de quête incertaine et sans issue. Car pour elle qui a tant aimé son père, aucun homme, jamais, ne parviendra à le lui faire oublier. D’Aristote Onassis, aujourd’hui, ne reste qu’une silhouette un peu courte, un visage lourd barré d’épaisses lunettes d’écaille au-dessus d’un cigare, et l’écho d’un rire un peu vulgaire. De lui ne subsiste que le souvenir flou d’une personnalité fulgurante, et un empire. Et puis un mythe. Surtout un mythe: par lui, à travers lui Aristote Onassis, le petit docker de Buenos Aires grappillant dans le vacarme du port ses premiers pesos est une figure d’éternité.

Onassis VS Niarchos





I first encountered Stavros Niarchos face to face four months before I got to know Aristotle Onassis, the man who became on of my best friend. I met Niarchos in mid-May 1959 when the Creole was moored in the Bay of Vouliagmeni, outside of Athens. It was the most elegant and expensive yacht in the whole world at that time, a three-masted ebony masterpiece. I had a business appointment with him. In Greek we call a shipping magnate a Stolarchos, meaning the commander of a fleet, something much more than a shipowner. In truth many of these mercantile fleet owners, these Greek shipping magnates, were more powerful than navy admirals.What was Niarchos at that time, thirteen years after his acquisition of his first Liberty ship? He was a famous fifty-year-old opulent, Greek Stolarchos. He owned his own private island, Spetsopoula, and he privately entertained kings, assorted bluebloods and nobility, heads of government and celebrated artists. He was also renowned for his passion to enrich his private collection of great impressionist painting. Along with Aristotle Onassis and Stavros Livanos (the father-in-law of both Niarchos and Onassis), they represented the most famous and powerful triumvirate of "Golden Greeks," who governed seas and oceans with their fleets. Not that there weren't other Greek sea-rulers, for | example, the families of Laimos, Goulandris, Embeirikos, Pateras and Hatzipateras, Kouloukountos, and others. But the two brothers-in-law with their wives, the two fashionable and beautiful daughters of Livanos, the great shipowner from Chios, occupied the social columns of the foreign press almost daily. It was time of great public interest in all kinds of blue bloods - stars and legends of Hollywood, of the opera and the ballet, and rising political leaders who made up the new aristocracy.
Onassis, the most flamboyant of the great shipowners, had at his service the pen of Hollywood's arch-gossip-columnist, Elsa Maxwell, and he often entertained on his yacht, the Christina, Winston Churchill the veteran Father of Victory of World War II. So from the beginning, Onassis was the front-runner, as they say at the races. He led the field in the race to gain the attention of prominent personalities. Already Kennedy, Greta Garbo, Elizabeth | Taylor and Richard Burton, but also heads of state had visited his yacht at Monte Carlo, (over which he ruled for some time) to pay their respects to Churchill. The kings of Greece and Belgium, whom Niarchos entertained, did not measure up to the stature of Churchill. So the fifty-year-old collector of paintings was envious | and on the lookout for a counterattack to win the first prize of prominence from his brother-in-law.
The rivalry between Niarchos, the man from Piraeus, and Onassis, the man from Smyrna, had begun after World War II, in New York City, when both acquired a Liberty ship and coveted the same woman, none other than the youngest daughter of the great shipowner Stavros Livanos. The beautiful Athena, finally married Onassis. The unyielding Niarchos asked in marriage Athena's oldest sister, Eugenia, so the two brothers-in-law sharpened their swords during the holiday and Sunday afternoon dinners their father-in-law held at the Plaza Hotel in New York, or | at his estate in London.
Twelve years had passed since that time, but the rivalry of the two (who were becoming even richer year-by-year) continued. They competed over who get the biggest tanker, the most luxurious yacht, the most private island, the most blue-blooded and super-star guests, the most expensive houses and villas at the | farthest reaches of the earth; and finally, who would accumulate the most wealth....
During all those years of abundant harvests and successes, had children and gave the impression of being exemplary family men, but, as they were most healthy and robust (as Costas Gratsos told me), they clandestinely fooled around with models, starlets, social courtesans and whores, the women most well-known for their beauty and social standing. Both of them had first tasted sex and had proved their virility in common brothels: Aristos in those of Smyrna, and Stavros in those of Piraeus. Consequently, the whole idea of purchased sex was a standard habit of theirs, with the difference that, after their marriage, they used their yachts as | bachelor flats. Then Greta Garbo, Elizabeth Taylor and some
French actresses [to drink them in a glass] came on the "Christina" at Monte Carlo, and Niarchos (who saw the pictures | in newspapers and magazines) was furious with envy.As a journalist always on the hunt for the amorous escapades of | the notorious rich and famous, I was pricked by the suspicion that the one of the two rival brothers-in-law who decided to create an erotic scandal would become front-page news and would surpass the other in the battle for publicity.
That morning the old man woke up in a fair mood and invited the nurse - young and beautiful - to take tea with him. He asked her where she was from - a real New Yorker, she told him - but he did not believe her. She must have come from someplace deep in rural America, Niarchos thought, and she had come to the big city to become a nurse and seduce some doctor or rich patient. Even though Niarchos employed only Greeks for his male staff, his female employees were all foreign. He wanted to see only long-legged bodies around him; long and slender like the masts of his yacht, the Creole, and not some low-assed lighters.
As soon as Felix collected the dishes, Hilary brought a batch of fax-messages and notes to Niarchos and began reading them to him one at a time. The old man listlessly said, "Yes" for some and "No" for some others because he was acutely aware that there, on Fifth Avenue, he was left with just a bed to die in. The rest of the furniture was nothing more than decorations for an expected death. He thought of his wealth. It would be divided by his children. It would be plundered by his grandchildren, daughters- and sons-in-law, and all the other the fuckers of the extended Niarchos family. Oh my God, no, no, he thought to himself. It was impossible that his ingenious ideas, his labour and effort, the moves of a master on the chessboard of the universal shipping business, would reach the hands of such clumsy ungainly people. My God, no, he thought. A great lion's booty would become prey for jackals and hyaenas.
"Go away, all of you," the old man yelled suddenly. The secretary and the butler quickly retreated to avoid the full impact of his outburst. "You stay," he told the terrified nurse, gesturing to her to approach.
Women always either calmed or angered him, but this minute Stolarchos felt he needed a little relief, a little loosening of his nerves because his doctor told him often, "Less nervousness, more life]." He smiled at the beautiful woman, sweetly telling her, "Come sit next to me." When she brought a chair close to him, she sat and in his the wrinkled hand he held her young one. He creased his prune-like mouth drawing in her feminine perfume through his nostrils. "Channel No 5" he asked her. "Yes, sir," she answered, frightened, because she had used some without permission from the little bottle she found in the bathroom, the one Niarchos's old guests used.
The old man felt himself calming down. "My little girl, what memories you bring back," the old man whispered and closed his eyes.
In her mind, the nurse wished that he would begin to caress her and use her any way he wanted. He could not cease being a Magnate for her, even though he was a disgusting one. She thought that he could I not only give her gifts, but also possibly remember her in his will.
Niarchos continued to hold her hand and, reclining there in the armchair, he remembered the women he had enjoyed. Anonymous and faceless ones in the brothels at

Vourla and Troumba, well known ones of Athenian high society. The old man no longer had either sexual desires or passions, and abruptly his mood changed. His brain smouldered as if giving off an evil smelling smoke. Women, he thought.... All of them hide between their legs their most loathsome property, a portal of life, but also of dirt; a gate of unspeakable sweetness, and of deadly enjoyment too.
The old man's brain continued to grind away at every disgusting memory that came to him that moment. He saw clothing being shed from lithe bodies, simultaneous gasps of sensual pleasure and hypocrisy, as the unfortunate lover gathers his hot blood and empties his spine while the mistress often pretended her passion. Theatrical displies of the whore and of the shipowner's wife differed in nothing, absolutely nothing ... in nothing, he thought. The bitches.

...Stavros Niarchos wearing his school hat, he visited the Eurotas flour mills, where his uncles would give him pocket-money. When he got it, he ran fast to save himself from the flour dust that reached the office. And he ran to Neo Phaliro to dive into the sea from the boardwalk. He remembered those days when men and women had to swim from separate places, as they now had to use separate bathrooms. It was much later mixed bathing became the custom. Neo Phaliro of the 20's. The subway building, Theater by the sea shore, the wooden boardwalk...
The young girls accompanied by their mothers, the dandies with their straw-hats. Going swimming was a family affair then, and he was usually responsible for his young cousins, Stavros and Spyros Koumantaros. He had to watch out so they did not swim into deep water. He idly watched the young girls. They were staringat that young guy parading around on his motorbike, the Aristos Onasis. He burned rubber just to show off. He wore dark glasses to protect his face and eyes from the wind, as he crossed the whole of Athens coming from Kifissia to reach Neo Phaliro and Piraeus, in order to stare at girls and ships. Later, he disappeared. He went to Argentina, representing his father to buy and sell tobacco, as they said. His name, Aristotle Onassis. Niarchos heard about him again years later, from his cousin Aglaia Koumantarou, who had been cut off by the war in America and there she had met him in Los Angeles. He told everyone, "I left Greece to save myself from the Greeks, but also from my father, who wanted me to become a salesman." Aristos suffocated under his father's shadow, just as Stavros did under his uncles' patronage. As the man from Smyrna came into his mind, he became upset and mumbled insults, incomprehensible to the nurse who anxiously came to his bed...
...Ares Onassis, still an adolescent, had freed - through a momentous gratuity - his father from the Turkish prison and proudly had brought him to Kifissia where the whole family had been gathered. According to custom, they had slaughtered a lamb, and the head of the family blessed it. They roasted it, had a demijohn of wine, drank, and then all of them began dancing, listening to songs from Smyrna on a phonograph with a funnel.
if you knew my pain, my heart's pain, aman, oh, aman your eyes would weep as do mine, aman, oh, aman.
As the Smyrnaic voice accompanied by the Anatolian lute and lyre tore the hearts of the refugee family, who just a while ago lived in riches, Artemis started crying. But the fifteen-year-old Nikos Konialidis recounted to Aristos how he had become a casual money-changer as soon as they arrived on Mytilene: "As I was saying cousin, I climbed on a chair and I bought and sold bank-notes."
The adolescent Aristos kissed him and then told his sister: "Stop crying; others left their carcasses in Asia Minor, while we saved ourselv...
They lived in a villa at the aristocratic district of Long Neck, and Stavros had begun to transform himself into a shipowner. He kept a cook and a gardener for her, but when the South American Magnate, Alberto Donero, invited them to his mansion at Center Island for a weekend, Niarchos realized just how far he still stood from the real magnates of wealth. First there was a sitting room for receiving guests, then two immense drawing rooms, and twelve people providing service, Outside were spacious verandahs, swimming pool, grass, tennis courts, flower-beds, very tall trees. Inside, crystal chandeliers, the most expensive antiques, paintings by famous artists, and furniture brought from all over Europe. And when they sat down for dinner, men found a gold tobacco-box and women platinum perfume, holders.
The fledgling shipowner was shocked by the riches and opulence and Melpo was bedazzled by the dress of Mrs. Donero, a former Hollywood starlet, which probably cost as much as Melpo's complete wardrobe.


Onassis was also invited. Niarchos remembered him at Neo Faliro before the war, that little tramp with the motorcycle and those golf trousers. Forty-five-years old now, his hair parted and slicked back, and wearing a double-breasted suit, but without the dark glasses that became his trademark later. Spyros Skouras, the president of FOX, often teased him that he could easily fit the role of a Mafia guy in a gangster movie. Onassis laughed loudly that he preferred to be hired as a trainer for stars and starlets who did sex scenes. The short but well-built man from Smyrna slipped like an eel from drawing room to drawing room to find guests who interested him. Not only high government officials, but also beautiful women. He was popular because of his bold and daring jokes, and he enchanted even Melpo, whom he accompanied from person to person, introducing her to persons of authority, bankers, stockbrokers, and artists. Once even, he introduced her to her ... husband, but Niarchos had his mind elsewhere, in Liberty ships and maybe on those T2 tankers that Americans were willing to sell cheaply...
...The thirty-seven years old Niarchos desired Athena, whom they called Tina, and paid no attention to her older sister, Eugenia, whose name they had changed to Jenny. She was beautiful too, but a bit cold, not a tease like the young one. I'll wait, he thought, for her to grow up a bit; I'll divorce Melpo, and ask her hand in marriage from Livanos. One day, however, he realized that the young one belonged to Onassis who, from that moment on, became his most hated enemy. He was taking a walk at Central Park when suddenly she rode by, quick as lightning, with her bike, followed equally quickly by Aristos, that old satyr. Niarchos sat on a bench and, shortly, saw them returning on their bikes, one next to the other, holding each other by the shoulder, and flirting like love stricken adolescents.
Tipping the concierge at the "Plaza," listening to this and this and that, he learnt that the hotel had been buzzing, a while now, with gossip about the shrimp and the seventeen years old girl. He almost died; he did not know how to react, what plans to
conceive to get her from him, until the young one disappeared. A new tip, more recent news. Tina had broken her leg horseback riding, was confined in her suite and, as Livanos was away in London, Onassis kept her company for hours with Arieta's blessings because she wanted him as her son-in-law. When the man from Chios heard about all this, he got mad, shut the door on him [Onassis], but as the proverb says, [if the bride and groom want, the father-in-law wants].
The bomb exploded when the wedding was announced in New York and Greek newspapers and the social column of TIMES commented that two shipping Colossi unite. What Colossus (Livanos got angered)? The groom had not even got one fourth of his fleet. Onassis laughed remarking that the ships he owned were his alone while he would distribute them among his children. Sleep peacefully, the father-in-law would be upset again, giving as a bridal gift to his daughter a ship with half of the purchase installments still unpaid.
The wedding took place in December, 1946, in the Orthodox Cathedral of New York, presided by Archbishop Athenagoras; the best man was shipowner Andreas Embirikos, and, although the rest of the shipping social circles whispered that they would ignore the event, all came accompanied by spouses and children.
The wedding reception was held in the grand room of the hotel; the newlyweds, among the Archbishop, the Patriarch of the Greek shipowners, Stavros Livanos, the bridegroom's father-in-law, and his wife, Arieta, the president of Twentieth Century Fox, Spyros Skouras, and the head of the great-shipowners and of the American Greeks! Niarchos congratulated bride and bridegroom
with a fake smile and went to his table, at the back, along with some small time shipowners and skippers. There was lots of food and drink, two orchestras—one foreign, one Greek—toasts and wishes, bride and groom opening up the dancing floor.
Cruel memory, for digging everything up.
Here is Eugenia Livanos, dark and beautiful too, but not like the bride who danced an Argentinean, full of passion tango with the bridegroom. Niarchos got up, and with his agile, nimble walk, in his elegant tuxedo, approached the older daughter of Livanos: "May I have this danser

The daughter of the magnate smiled arrogantly and extended her lace-clad delicate hand to the invitation of the elegant man who led her to the dance floor. At that moment, tango ended and waltz began, a dance in which Onassis was not as good as he was in the South-American rhythm, which was his forte. With self-confidence Niarchos whirled his dance partner in the rhythm of "The Blue Danube" and she had gracefully left herself to his lead, drunk with Johann Strauss. When the music ceased, everyone applauded the couple and only then did Eugenia Livanos noticed that other couples had withdrawn from the dance floor to admire them. She did not meet her partner's eye, however, because he was looking for the bride who, devoted to the bridegroom, happily flirted with him being in love, as she could not hide it. That night Niarchos felt in him his passion, desire for the young daughter of the Chios born man—whom someone else enjoyed—to flood and burn him inside like lava. He was crazed, biting his bed sheets, thinking of the bridegroom delighting in bridal bed...
It was May third, 1970, a horrible date. Early summer and his guests at Spetsopoula were still in their bungalows or at the beach. A maniac with cooking, Eugenia supervised the preparation of one of her special recipes in the kitchen. Spied upon by the host since early morning, Tina examined a photo-album in the living room.
He took the chance and sat next to her, pretending to idly looking at the pictures as well. She turned and smiled at him, her dimples appearing on her cheeks. Seeing them, [his blood hit his head,] he

grabbed her and, before having time to resist him, he began kissing her cheeks passionately. She pushed him off Surprised.
- Stavros, what's wrong with you? Have you gone mad?
- Not now... it's been twenty-four years, since I first saw these dimples and wanted to kiss them. But the Smyrniote got ahead and took you from me, and then ... that closet-fairy.... But now, the time has come, my little girl, to have you....
- You've gone mad, truly; you know, I'm not that little girl at the "Plaza" any more, but a forty-one-year-old woman. I've got two kids and you've got four, and you are my sister's husband.
- That female crow, he said, and grabbed her, kissing her clumsily like a schoolboy.
A shriek was heard; it was Jenny, who was bringing them a platter with mezedes. It fell on the floor; she turned, crying, and run up the stairs that led to the bedrooms. And while Tina had remained frozen, as a pillar of salt, Niarchos blasphemed the Divine and run after his wife, but she had already locked herself in her bedroom.
- You silly girl, it was a joke, he shouted from outside the door, but Jenny was breaking everything she found in her front while crying.
- Her husband opened the locked door with a master key and found her, face down on her bed, yelling hysterically.
-1 expected it from you, cheat, but my sister?
- It's not Tina's fault, my darling Jenny. It was me who made the joke.
- What joke, you scoundrel? You think I don't see you salivating all these years? Just wait, I'll tell the whole world, you'll be humiliated.
His wife tried to scratch him with her nails; he avoided her and pushing her, threw her on the bed.
- It's OK, you'll get over it, he said and left slamming the door so strongly that it was heard downstairs.
- In the living, there was neither Tina, nor anyone else, only the shadow of a servant by the window, hesitating to stay or disappear like the rest, who foreseeing a storm, had withdrew in the kitchen.
Niarchos drank, cursed and threw glasses occasionally. What a day that was. In the morning he had the first fight with his wife who did not want to have on the island that "bastard" of Ford, and there it was a while ago, this episode, which of course would continue, because Jenny believed that her husband had an affair with her sister.
Before the recounting of the events continues, of those episodes that followed the night of May 3rd, 1970, to arrive at the tragic death of Eugenia Niarchos, the great revelation must be done; a revelation that few people knew or know. The antecedent that preceded the tragic event (the erotic outburst of the host on his sister-in-law, witnessed by his wife) was not a fabrication of the writer's imagination, but the reporter's exclusive information; he collected it from the sister of Aristotle Onassis herself, when Artemis Garofalidis was still alive.
That tried woman had gone through a lot in her life. She lived through the destruction of Smyrna, the looting of her father's fortune, the flight of the refugees and of her own family. She gave birth to a mentally retarded child, and lived through the successive deaths of the Onassis family members. Even though she was wealthy, thanks mainly to her brother, she left this life disappointed and tormented. That woman got to know of what preceded the events of that night, not only from the shadow-servant, but from Tina herself who recounted everything in detail, with all Ps and Qs, as they said in Smyrna. The only person who did not find the thread [clue] of Ariadne that night at Spetsopoula was Police lieutenant Kotronis, the first to interrogate both Stavros Niarchos and Tina Livanos. Nor could the subsequent interrogators and district attorneys consider, intentionally or unintentionally, the possibility of the magnate's flirtations with his sister-in-law, so the clue, in the labyrinth of Spetsopoula, remained entangled for ever; because this time Theseus did not kill the Minotaur, but the bull drove his horns in and killed his wife, whom wealth sacrificed, without punishment indeed, while Justice shut its eyes.
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suspicions that the writer utters revelations that cannot be verified since Artemis Garofalidis is not in life; however, there are two more sisters of Garofalidis, that is, Meropi Konialidis and Kalliroe Patronikolas, who are not only alive but can, if they would (because they keep their mouths tightly shut for twenty-seven years and are not of the types that appear on the TV "windows"), confirm the event-clue that preceded the tragic death of Eugenia Niarchos.
The old man did not want to remember that moment, the most pathetic moment he had ever experienced with a woman, which moment, however, turned out to be the most moving one. Tina was in his arms, wearing her transparent negligee, certainly prepared for what was to follow. Nonetheless, she had taken her pills, a light dosage of barbiturates. Niarchos realized he held a soulless doll with a voice: "We are not good for such things now, my Stavros, she said and began crying."
Tina was 42 years old, but felt old, much older than her new husband who was twenty years older than she was. Stavros watched the castle he had built crumbling down as if made of a pack of cards. Now or never, he thought; using his lemon-perfumed handkerchief, he wiped off the

tears that streamed down her lovely dimples. She was touched and extended her arms that embraced him like white doves, just before the pills' effect began.
"Tina, my love," Stavros Niarchos whispered and continued as he kissed her passionately: "Whatever I became, I owe it to you, for I wanted your respect and admiration!"
"Tom, Tom..."
In his daze, the old man asked for the support of the shadowy butler because he was the only one he got left.
Meanwhile, the butler was rummaging in his dossiers and clippings to find information about the marriage of Tina and Stavros, but he could not because their matrimonial life did not include outbursts and reveling, highs and lows that attract reporters and paparazzi.
Theirs was the strangest marriage ever to take place; it was neither sexual passion, nor a match-making, but the mingling of an absurd logic based on financial interests and on the wish for a refuge of two people, who after the storm, were searching for peace. Niarchos showed interest in Tina's children, who, however, did not want even to see him. One day he surprised her; he gave her a list with information on the property of Onassis.
- So that you know in detail what exactly Jackie is after, he told her.
The former Mrs. Onassis knew about most of the information, but some of it was unknown to her: a fleet of freighters and tankers that exceeded the seventy vessels. Stocks that accounted for one-third of the capital of Onassis, in oil companies in the USA, the Middle East, and Venezuela. Additional shares that secured his control of ninety-five multinational businesses on the five continents. Gold processing plants in Argentina and Uruguay. A great share in an airline in Latin America and $4 million dollars worth of investments in Brazil. An electronics company in Japan. Also companies like Olympic Maritime and Olympic Tourist; chemical company in Persia; apartments in Paris, London, Monte Carlo, Athens, Acapulco, a castle in South France; Olympic Tower, a fifty-two story high-rise in Manhattan, another building in Sutton Place; Olympic Airways and Air Navigation; islands Scorpios and Sparta; the yacht "Christina"; and finally, deposit accounts and accounts in treasuries in two hundred and seventeen banks in the whole World!
'What can I use this list for?" she asked him.
He looked at her with his cunning, sardonic gaze:
"It isn't only the list, my sweet. I've sent my people out, too. At every opportunity they gather information on any and all changes and transfers of property assets which belong to Aris today, but which tomorrow will go to Alexandras and Christina, provided, of course, the Smyrna man won't lose it in the meantime or that good-for-nothing American woman and her kids don't grab most of it."
"Don't speak nonsense, Stavros, because Aris will leave everything to Alexandros, whom he holds dearer than the crown of his whole kingdom.
1973 (Alexadros Onasis)
Everything fell apart when the Piaggio aircraft of Alexandras crashed during its take off on 23 January 1973. Sitting in his armchair, Niarchos read from the book, The Onassis Dynasty: Tragedy and Riddle:
"We all read in the papers how Alexandros Onassis died, twenty-eight hours after the crash of his Piaggio that was operated by the newly-arrived American pilot Donald McCasker. However, nowhere did we read the name of the man who had misconnected the wires between the control panel and the helm. This is the man that Aristotle Onassis was looking for until the moment he realized the reverse counting that signaled the end of his own life had begun. "Limberopoulos, they killed my boy!" He said the same thing to everyone with whom he had a close acquaintance or friendship during the last months before he died. He added that he had to have Christina married as soon as possible because she was in danger to be killed. Uttering his own words, the spiritually and physically broken father of Alexandras appeared terrified, and would lower his voice. Who? The fearless Onassis, who, since the time he saw Smyrna in flames, never feared anything again in his life; the multibillionaire who never employed body-guards…
...January 23rd, 1973: Phones started ringing all around the world. In New York, shocked and numb, the father stood with phone in hand; then he cried:
"Save my son ... save him and I'll give you everything you will want... everything!
Tina, the young man's mother, hears the appalling news while in Germany. Stavros Niarchos, who is with her, accompanies her to Athens.
The sister of Alexandros, Christina, is in Brazil. In the beginning, she thinks this is a tragi-comical farce. Then, she hastens to the airport, looking ten years older. In the plane, she is informed that Alexandros is fighting -without any hope - with death.
The book slides from the old man's hands; he cannot continue reading but he remembers those tragic moments when, supporting Christina, he entered the hospital room where the machine kept Alexandros alive while his brain was already dead. After her son's death, Tina lost all interest in life. She even looked at her daughter with an empty gaze. As for Niarchos -who also mourned for Alexandros, she saw him as someone who took care of her life, who tried to dissuade her from using sedative and hypnotic pills...
The Niarchos couple happened to be in the same hall with Maria Callas during a charity event in Paris. The prima donna lost her composure. She remained petrified. Livanos's daughter, without losing her cool - she may not have seen her -, passed by, but Niarchos paused, made a light bow to his famous compatriot, and went on his way. They say that Callas told Jeffirelli, who was accompanying her, motioning her head towards Tina: "Here's a woman who's much more miserable than I am.".
...When she married to Niarchos, Tina was 42 years old, still fresh, beautiful and elegant. Looking at the children, Alexandros was 25 and Christina 23, one could think that they were her siblings, and certainly the mother was much more feminine than the daughter. A psychiatrist could explain the complexes of both children, considering the one lived with a woman much older than he, and the other was married a middle-age man. Since their mother was a beautiful socialite, and their father a businessman, always on the move, Alexandros and Christina had been raised by governesses, nannies, maids, and teachers. The children never felt the consistent family support and warmth, except during Christmas holidays and vacations. But even during those times, their parents took more care of their guests.
Tina Niarchos felt she was a mother only when she lost Alexandros. It was, however, too late to consider her faults, especially her biggest one: her sensitiveness and stubbornness to get a divorce at thirty-one when her
children were twelve and ten years old and suffered a psychic trauma that followed them for the rest of their lives. Now, she had lost her son; now, Tina Livanos, former Mrs Onassis, former Bladford, and current Mrs Niarchos felt that her life had no meaning whatsoever. She increased the dosage of sedatives that she already used; consequently, her sexual appetite ceased. She continued to be the wife of Stavros Niarchos only on paper. Once they visited Scorpios, with their yacht, to pay homage to her son's grave; they tied her next to the 'Christina.' On her deck, where she had dined with both her first and last husbands, memories of festive nights with famous guests did not stir in her mind; instead, she felt Alexandros and Christina, as young children, playing and running around her. She began crying, falling in the arms, not of her husband, but of Aris, whom she felt as her own, her only husband in her sinful life. Niarchos understood and retreated a bit, glass in hand, but still able to hear his wife telling his eternal enemy:
My Aris, if I die, do not demand that I be buried here next to my child, for I was not a good mother, and I would disturb his peace. Let them place me next to our Eugenia, in Lausanne.
Tina had grown ten years older that period and so had Aris. They cried in each other's arms and for the first time tears, and many tears also streamed down the face of Niarchos. Tina retreated to sleep, having swallowed her barbiturates for sure, while the two men stayed up all night, drinking and talking. Onassis said he wanted his life to be over, while Niarchos consoled him that they had many years ahead of them.
The guy from Smyrna at some point looked at him in the eye and, suddenly, asked him: "I would like to know two things be­fore I leave this world, Stavros: Whether my son was murdered and how Evgenia died. You are the only person who can answer the second question.
Niarchos, dead drunk - quite the contrary of Onassis, who never got drunk - looked at him with a blank gaze:
"Aris," he said, "I could be wrong in anything that I tell you. Like I said in the interrogation, I don't remember exactly whathappened. So what can I tell you, especially since I'm drunk even now that you're asking me, just like I was that cursed night."
"Come on, let's go to bed," Onassis said and helped his rival in love and in wealth to get up.
When Onassis had taken him to his cabin, he waved at the steward to go away and told him: "I hope you tell me the truth in the next world, Stavros."
However, before closing the door, the guy from Smyrna said: "I'm talking nonsense. If there is another world, souls will be dis­charged of worldly affairs."
Next day, the one yacht passed by the other one and that was the last time the two sons-in-law met, two men whose rivalry created two of the grandest fortunes of this century...
...In January of 1954, the 'Tina Onassis' sails to Jidda, with Aris and his wife who are given hospitality in the
palace of Saud. The Saudi Arabia-Onassis agreement is underway and the powerful oil companies feel as if a dwarf saws their gigantic legs.
Old Niarchos recalls all this, the stir Onassis provoked in the American government and Aramco, the excitement in the newspapers. And behold, lately an FBI agent filled newspapers and TV with his statements that supposedly I "had paid him to destroy Onassis!"
Stolarchos moves in his armchair, mumbles and curses. His nurse wipes off his drool while Hilary and his butler approach. He looks at them through the crack of his half-closed eye:
-They accused me for collaborating with agents to destroy Aris. Lies and vileness of fantasizing journalists and FBI retired cops, who attempt to get out of darkness into the light. Do you know what television means to a nameless and undistinguished man? A great opportunity for self-projection and publicity. I'm not sure but I think someone killed his whole family to get on the first page and be on the accursed television!
As every day so today the aged man remembers haphazardly his life's chapters; the one regarding the American government charges is nailed in his thought. He nods to his secretary to lean over, listen and respond:
-Do you remember what happened finally with the Onassis-FBI
The English woman hesitated to respond, but he insisted:
-Remind me exactly of all that happened even if you think you'll upset me.
Having lived with her boss's outbursts, her own shorthand scribbles, the keys of her typewriter, fax machines and telephones, his titanic struggle for wealth and power, the woman wipes off his sweating brow now and tells him:
-Onassis had become first page news in the American press, which, more or less, portrayed him as a new Luciano. In a few days, however, Onassis launched a counter-attack reminding the press that it was he who saved the American Bethlehem Shipyards from closing down, because he entrusted them with building a super tanker fleet for him; moreover, that during the Korean War, he set his ships -under foreign flag - at the disposal of the American Navy, and they thanked him publicly.
-What happened next? the old man urged, familiar with the answer but wanting to hear it again.
-The mafioso, Greek Luciano, became John Wayne!
The old man started laughing incessantly so that his secretary and nurse worried he might choke from his laughter. Upon calming down, he told them proudly:
-This is how we, the Greeks, are. We fight among ourselves, like weasels and jackals, but when in front of strangers, we become lions. But even lions grow old, he continued in an exhausted voice, and end up like Aris, with their fur and mane fleeced, mangy and pitiful, worthless even to rag-collectors of Seine. Why Seine? Because there, in Paris, died the most ferocious lion I met in this jungle called human antagonism and conceit. Tell me then, my dear Hilary, since you met Aris and me at the apex of our power, what is left of us? My pride is gone since you've got to pamper me like a baby, and I'm left with the mange, already smelling like carrion...
Today the big boss showed that although his mind had been imprisoned for months, it was ready to free itself. He stewed over the fact that his colossal fortune, whichhe had created alone, was being mastered by his sons while the doctors bent over his bed with pills, syringes and intravenoustubes. However, all this was over, finished, he told himself. Heresolved to eat again, to gain his strength, to get up and properlytake care of everyone! "I'm hungry," he yelled, and added:
-Bring me the newspapers, foreign and Greek.
Niarchos attempted to drink his juice but the glass shook in one hand, as did the piece of toast in his other. The juice streamed down his chin and the butler wiped it with a napkin scented with lemon blossom cologne.
"Take it," he said, and then beckoned them to push him, in the wheel chair, to his office. He commanded the secretary and the male-nurse to set him in front of the computer. Then he ordered them to leave him alone. From his pocket he took a small piece of paper with the code number written out, and began to press the keys. He wanted to survey his assets, to determine the current number of his ships, and find out about the last one he had acquired. He leaned over, with the magnifying glass in front of one eye, and saw number "22" and next to it a digital-image of the last tanker that had joined his fleet: OCEAN GUARDIAN: 292,000 tons 333 meters long 22 meters draught Shipbuilders: MITSUBISI, Japan (1993) Value: 88,000,000 USD
His bony fingers remained suspended above the keyboard as he recalled a moving scene three years ago in New York. Before departing for Japan to take delivery of his great tanker, his captain and officers had visited him at the hospital. With pride, he had pointed to Captain Dimitris Karakoulias and said to his son Constantine: "He is from Laconia, the Province of the Peloponnese, and I'm proud he'll lead the world's most modern tanker”
When his two legs still supported him, he flattered no one, but in his later days he found words of sympathy for those who would serve under the command of his children. Therefore he showed compassion for Captain Dimitris in front of his son, and remembered he had expressed his wish to take a trip with the megathere he would govern. "Why not, Captain Stavros?" the Laconian skipper had responded. But already the Stolarchos began to realize that sea travelling was now an impossibility for him, who had so fervently loved the sea.
"I envy you, for I won't be able to come with you," he had said to the officers, and then asked the captain about the number of officers and crew on the tanker. "Only twenty-four persons, ten Greek officers and fourteen Filipinos, to fill the inferior positions. Captain Stavros, this tanker is the most recent creation of modern shipbuilding. All navigational equipment is automated, so it doesn't require night shifts. The computer, from the engine room to the bridge, the helm, and all navigation, loading and unloading controls everything. It is also "double skin," that is, there is one vessel inside another, so if the hull cracks, the sea won't get polluted."
This is the new age of electronic navigation. The old man pressed the keys to find the lists from his golden epoch when he had 3.7 million tons of freighters and tankers. His fleet furrowed seas and oceans carrying
gold-producing cargo: grains, coal, iron ore, timber, heating oil, and petroleum. Niarchos brought all this back to his memory; his tankers World Honor, World Horizon, World Kindness, all of them superior pieces, with turbine engines, built by I. H. I. Shipbuilders in Yokohama. For five or six years, these ships yielded great profits and then were put out of commission, dismantled and sold for scrap metal in Taiwan. He had no use for them since the Suez crisis (1967-1975) was over. The Suez crisis: what a lottery ticket! Of the 160 million tons of petroleum that poured out daily from wells in the Middle East, 100 million were destined for Europe and were transferred to the continent, the tankers having to navigate around Africa. A year before the Suez crisis, as if by sudden Divine illumination, Niarchos had increased the number of his tankers, which were already busy carrying petroleum priced three times above normal price! "A trip equals a ship!" yelled the lucky shipowner, who was not only lucky but forward-thinking as well. While other ship owners scurried around trying to order tankers, he was already channeling his immense profits not into the acquisition of new ships, but to other profitable businesses, this time on the mainland. He had driven all the traditional ship owners crazy, this commercial navigation "parachutist," Who built ships when the others hesitated to do so. And when they tried to emulate him, they failed, because the sea had speculatively dried up, and Niarchos had already gone into mainland businesses.
Onassis had increased his fortune during that time, and was considered wealthier than his rival, because he possessed not only his fleet and his aircraft company Olympic Airways, but mostly through his behavior which made the front pages of most newspapers. He had convinced everyone that he was the biggest Magnate of all.
Initially, Onassis's great notoriety did not matter so much to Niarchos. He knew the man from Smyrna was an exhibitionist, showing off] for public consumption. After all, Onassis only had a metal yacht, a power boat, that is, worthless and tasteless, like his art collections of dissimilar pieces and artistic styles. Niarchos, on the other hand, had a yacht that was a work of art, and a painting collection of the greatest impressionists. Even the most elite of world society bowed to his good taste.
Once, the Olympic gold-medallist and successor to the Greek throne, Constantine, had teased him: "Mr.. Niarchos, Onassis fooled you and adopted the word Olympic, with the five circled emblem, in the names of his ships. Why didn't you think of "Your Highness, I preferred the word World, in naming my ships since I'm not after an Olympic metal every four years. I beat the world record every year!"
On the other hand, the man from* Smyrna criticized that Niarchos used the colors blue, white and red on his steam-boats, along with an enormous "N," which reminded everyone of France and Napoleon Bonaparte.
"And what does that mean?" his closest associate, Costas Gratsos, asked him.
Onassis answered: "Don't you understand what he means by that? He thinks he is the Stolarchos, what am I saying?, the emperor of oceans."
When Niarchos learned of all this he used to get furious. Now in the same way, he recalled it all and stooped over the complete list of all the ships he had ever owned, to ascertain that indeed he had been the Greatest Stolarchos of them all...
...Suddenly, the wretched image of that lunatic Howard Hughes jammed his dream. What a horrible end that handsome man had, who was envied by the most wealthy of the world before losing his mind to drugs. Isolated in his invincible fortress, gripped with a terrible paranoia that someone would poison him; unwashed, unshaven, with his long hair plastered by dirt, naked on his bed; and the monitor in front of him, checking the entrance, the corridors, the stairways, his personnel in their rooms, in the kitchen. He resembled a bone-thin Tarzan, a miserable king of the jungle. The man who once had so many of Hollywood's Janes at his feet. During his prime, they raced to be the first to enter his mansions and the biggest plane in the world that he himself had designed and piloted.
The old man was violently awaken by the nightmare:
"Thank you, my Lord, that I didn't end up like him. Maybe my body got thin and feeble, but my mind preserves its youthful nature especially, since it can still calculate my calculable.
His eyes met the Cephalonian man:
"Õou know what I was dreaming about? That looney, Hughes, who was terrified that his guards and service people would poison him. Do you think maybe I have something to fear from you, too? And do you know what your motive will be? Jealousy and envy; because, with absolutely no help, a man like me managed to climb all the steps of life one-by-one and, after titanic battles, he set his flag on the top of the mountain. I'll tell you so you know Tom ... I started with a nutshell of dinghy, which was sunk by gun fire and with the indemnity I got from the insurance agency, I set the initial capital for my fleet .... And I realized my dream of naming all my ships with the prefix WORLD, Universal. It is the word that possessed me since I was a kid, when I was dreaming to become the Alexander the Great of the oceans."
Tom remained silent, completely engrossed in listening to Niarchos.
-Once, my youngest son, Constantine, asked me, 'Dad, why don't we name one of our ships Great Alexander? You know what I answered him? My boy, Alexander was as great as the distance between Macedonia and India is, and his name cannot be contained on the bow or stern of a ship. And now, I'm tired this chattering, bring me a glass of liquor and a cigar.
As he moved to prepare the drink, the butler thought that his boss had been so great that, once, the earth, the seas, the oceans could not contain his magnitude. His name shined on the nameplates of his offices around the world, from "Niarchos London Ltd." to "Niarchos Japan"!
"I wanna piss, but not in the bed pan. Lift me," the old man faintly shouted, and Tom waved to the security man standing by the door. He was afraid to help him alone, lest "sir" fall down.
As the strong guard helped him, Niarchos felt the man's tight arm and got jealous, because, when he was young, he was muscular also, even though he was a slim man. He stood above the toilet bowl, with the security man and the butler ready to catch him if he lost his balance. Summoned by Hilary, the doctor on duty had hastened anxious, because, for the first time in many months, the patient had moved so much, even though he was still confined to his wheel chair. "I have the desire," the old man laughed loudly, "to throw shit him, but I don't want to dirty my hands."
The male-nurse washed him, changed his underwear, and while the doctor advised them to take Niarchos in to sleep, he pointed toward the armchair near the fireplace. "There," he shouted to Hilary, and told her to give a hundred dollar bill to each of the twenty-four-hour shift people. His blurred gaze went to the guard, and he wondered what salary the man got. Niarchos envied him because he was young, strong, healthy .... After his shift, he would eat and drink as much as he wanted, and at night he would make love and he would exercise in the morning .... He could play tennis, swim, run, climb the stairs.
"My Lord, such people exist!"
When he got comfortable next to the fireplace, he again asked how much the guard was paid to serve him, even to endanger his life. He knew that he was armed and trained. A healthy organism, to take care of a dried husk of a man, waiting like a dog does that expects a bone from his master. The old man's brain worked quickly through a thousand curves. Some day, all these gunmen will be dangerous to those they guard, he thought. Just like in the old days, when the cowboys got to be too dangerous for the big cow-ranchers. Was Hughes right;

Onassis Zorba the greek


Once upon a time there was a Greek man whose name was Onassis. He lived in a century when a lot of old ideologies died and new ones, such as communism, were born; in a century when realms and empires faded down; when the most criminous wars occurred and two super powers separated the whole world into East and West. During the same century, the world commercial and technological exchange dominated, as well as the giant growth of consumerism and the star system did. Tremendous inventions had been realized, such as the cure of irremediable –till that period- illnesses, the heart transplant, the change of arteries and of sex… It was during this century that the man broke the atom and made the bomb of calamity. At the same time, he conquered the space, footed on the moon, succeeded superhuman records and brought an evolution to arts, literature and music. In a few words, during the 20th century we saw almost everything, we saw signs and wonders… Onasis, without being neither a political man, a hero, an artist, a champion, an astronaut nor an inventor, attracted like a magnet the journalists and photographers – all those who created the legend of the “Onassis’s circle”. This legend I am going to narrate to you at first hand…
From the end of the 50’s till nowadays, the business name Onassis has been vaunting the Greek name to the ends of the earth. Never before a Greek man hasn’t engaged so much the mass media. For the marriages, the deaths and the love affairs of Onassis’s family have been mobilized: paparazzi, photographers and journalists – including me as well. The biggest new agencies, newspapers and magazines of international repute and of mass consumption, as well as television stations have sacrificed huge amounts of money for an exclusiveness. Airplanes, helicopters and flyboats have been chartered in order to secure an exclusive photograph of this mythic family and feed with it the devouring audience… This readership which in our days devours like a piranha whatever is written or shown on TV about his granddaughter Athina…
For more than three decades, Onassis’s family made million of people dreaming for an exciting life which at the end was proved not to be that happy at all for those who leaded it and moreover to have a tragic ending for those who had lived with or close to them… Call no man happy until he dies, said the ancient Greeks who brought the lights of knowledge, wisdom and civilization to the whole humanity. Onassis was speaking seven languages and although he was very busy, he always found time in order to read classic writers and history books. Churchill was impressed by his erudition, and when an English minister blamed him for consorting with an uncultivated Greek buccaneer, he dumbfounded him by saying that a very few people –even the most intellectual- would be able to be compared with Onasis.
I remember Onassis to keep company with Greta Garbo, Maria Callas, Manos Chatzidakis, Elias Kazan, Rudolf Noureyev, Margo Fontein and to have always the soundest conclusion during a conversation. I will never forget, when
Batista Menegini – Callas’s husband at that time- extolled the Italian cities with the great statues and the grand operas in comparison with the poverty of Greece with the open-air theatres. Onasis dumbfounded him with two words: “Commendatore, he said, the ancient Greeks were presenting tragedies and comedies and organizing Olympic games whereas some others were alluring the people with shows with condemned to death gladiators and lions that mangle the Christians...” Onasis, like every other Oriental, believed in kismet. He used to say that no one knows one’s ending and this was the reason why he used to drink, smoke and divert just like Zorba. Onasis taught all the other croesus a new way of living. The same time that the islander ship owners and tycoons were crouching and kissing with respect the right hand of a bishop, the Greek man from Smyrne was kissing the fingertips of a prima donna… The paparazzi were chasing after him in Monte Carlo, at Scorpios - his private island, and on his luxurious yacht “Christina” trying to shoot his “front page” affair with the diva of the opera Maria Callas and the “marriage of the century” with Jackie Kennedy.

Friday, September 28, 2007

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On Christina's Russian husband


It was, beyond doubt, the year's strangest love match. This week in Moscow, Christina Onassis, 27, heir to her late father Aristotle's $500 million shipping, financial and industrial empire, is set to marry a Soviet citizen and Communist Party member who, say U.S. intelligence sources, may have KGB connections. What is more, she apparently intends to make her home in the Soviet capital.
A family member in Athens glumly calls the affair a "disaster that has befallen us." For Christina, report friends, it is quite the opposite: the happy ending to a romance that began in Paris in 1976. It was there that she first met Sergei Kauzov, 37, a slender, quiet man with thinning blond hair, a mouth glistening with gold teeth, and a glass eye that he now and then calmly removes and replaces in public. A graduate of a Moscow foreign-language institute, Kauzov is fluent in French and English as well as his native Russian. He had been sent to Paris as a representative of Sovfracht, the Soviet ship-chartering agency. There, say Onassis company sources, he met Christina over a business lunch at which she was initiating a deal to lease oil tankers to the Soviets. She drove Kauzov home in her limousine. More personal rendezvous followed, first at Russian restaurants in Paris, later at, apartments lent to them by friends.
Kauzov's apparent freedom as a foreign-based deal maker leads U.S. intelligence officials to think it is "extremely likely" he has—or had—some affiliation with the KGB. But romance evidently was not in his instructions from the home office, and his increasingly fond friendship with Christina was broken off by Kauzov's recall to Moscow last fall. Christina pursued Kauzov with phone calls, telex messages and couriers, and a visit to Moscow late last year. Meanwhile, Sergei filed for divorce from his cellist-wife Natasha, gave her custody of their nine-year-old daughter, and moved in with his mother. In June, Christina told U.S. Oil Magnate Armand Hammer, a longtime family friend, that she was off to Moscow again, this time to marry Kauzov.
The match, if it proceeds as planned, will be Christina's third. Her previous ventures in love have been disasters. Her first important romance was with Peter Goulandris, heir to another Greek shipping fortune, but the couple were so incompatible that they never got as far as the altar. That over, she married, at 20, a Los Angeles real estate broker more than twice her age named Joseph Bolker. Nine months later, they divorced. Four months after her father's death, in 1975, she married Alexander Andreadis, scion of an Athens business family. "It is like being made a king for life," gushed Andreadis, who was dethroned by divorce less than two years afterward.
According to Armand Hammer, the romance with Kauzov is more serious. "He had been helping her, advising her in many things, including her business," Hammer told TIME. "She feels she can trust him." Apparently so. Christina is said to be shopping for a cooperative apartment in Moscow, or a dacha near by, or both. "I'm very adaptable," she told one interviewer. Sergei, for his part, is said to be ready to take his wife's surname.
Kauzov, however, is unlikely to take over the Onassis shipping empire as well. Christina—who has demonstrated a shrewd capability for keeping her professional and love lives separate—insisted last week that the business would continue to be run by its present executives, who include many of her father's old associates. Beyond that, she should be able to acquire a Soviet visa that permits her to come and go as she pleases. Thus Christina could continue commuting between New York, Paris and Monte Carlo to conduct her corporate affairs from those preeminently non-Communist bastions

On one fo Chrisitna's Husband


Alexander seemed a good catch for many reasons. His maternal grandfather, Alexander Koryzis, was Premier of Greece when the Nazis invaded in 1941. His father is not only a self-made millionaire in the buccaneer Onassis mold, but also a former professor of law at the Athens Graduate School of Economics and Business Science. Alexander, an avid collector of antique Rolls-Royces, is a shrewd businessman who graduated from Zurich University with an honors degree in mechanical engineering. Regarded as a forceful, ambitious pragmatist by his business associates, he developed his family's ultramodern shipbuilding facilities at Eleusis. "Christina wanted a hardboiled, tough decision maker," said one of her friends last week, "and that is what she got."
Moreover, Alexander's conservative, family-oriented life-style may seem especially appealing to the long unsettled heiress. After her mother, Tina Livanos, divorced Ari in 1960 because of his affair with Opera Singer Maria Callas, Christina quickly grew into a child of the jetset. "She was given far too much money—a bad mistake. All she had to do was spend," observes Baron Arnaud de Rosnay, who has known Christina since she was eleven. "She has one of the strongest personalities I have encountered in a woman. She wanted to be someone on her own and couldn't. She is very intelligent, very sharp, but all is spoiled because there is no drive, no continuity. She can change her mind in a second."
Beginning in 1970, a series of personal tragedies began to overshadow Christina's playgirl path. First her maternal aunt, Eugenie Niarchos, wife of Ari's longtime shipping rival, Stavros Niarchos, died from an overdose of sleeping pills. The following year Christina suffered through her own first marriage, divorce and a brief stay at Cedars of Lebanon Hospital in Los Angeles. Rumors of an attempted suicide began to circulate, but were vehemently denied by her family.
In 1973 Christina's only brother, Alexander Onassis, was killed in a plane crash at Athens airport. One year later, Christina's mother, who had followed her sister's example by marrying Stavros Niarchos, died mysteriously of pulmonary edema. Finally, Ari himself succumbed to bronchial pneumonia in Paris earlier this year. "I think she wanted to make a complete break with the past," says Baron de Rosnay of Christina's unexpected wedding.
"That takes courage, and I think she showed it."
At a time when Onassis enterprises are suffering from an overstock of tankers and a decline in oil shipments, Christina has acted quickly to enlist help at the helm. Even before her marriage, she had taken steps to challenge her late father's will, which left her 49% of the Onassis empire. She deposited the document for probate in Greece, though the family's financial headquarters are located elsewhere. Her goal: to gain the 50% of the estate usually awarded by Greek law to a sole surviving child.
Last week, however, the newlyweds seemed more intent on enjoying a short honeymoon before Andreadis, a belated draftee into the Greek army, was called back to his part-time duty. "I so love that child, and I am happy that she has found him," declared Jackie Onassis as the couple prepared to leave for Athens. "At last I can see happy days ahead for her."

Movie on Aristotle Onassis


THE GREEK TYCOON Directed by J. Lee Thompson Screenplay by Mort Fine

In one scene Jacqueline Bisset, playing the Jacqueline Kennedy role, complains about the cuisine on the yacht; she's really not into Greek food. What would she prefer? inquires Anthony Quinn, playing the Aristotle Onassis role. Italian? French? The latter. No problem! he cries. He'll have it flown in daily from Maxim's, though how he expects to keep the white sauce from separating in flight is not clear. But the point is made: we are here in the lap of a luxe so grand as to be unimaginable to us poor mortals who count ourselves lucky to fly in the general direction of Maxim's a few times during our lives.
But we must not think that the makers of this film intend merely to wow us with gaudy excess. No, no, no. They have soul. Quinn is discovered brooding sadly over his wife's beauty. Why does it make him gloomy? Because, he says, all beautiful things must eventually fade. That is in the nature of things. He is full of such slack epigrams, otherwise known as folk wisdom. Though this trait is more laughable than memorable, it serves the function of making him human, despite his wealth, his international wheeling and dealing, his lusty eye for wenches. Indeed, since everyone who has been in reach of a newspaper over the past 15 years knows in broad outline the later-life stories of Jackie and Ari, the movie's only surprise is the attitude that it takes toward them. It is not sensational or lascivious; it is, strangely enough, rather sweet-spirited. The Greek Tycoon doesn't even have a good decadent party scene.
Oh, "Theo" is crude, a little vulgar in his materialism, but really kind of nice once you get to know him. "Liz" is, perhaps, a bit standoffish, but also quite a nice girl once she loosens up. Of course, they have their tempestuous moments, but what marriage doesn't have its rough spots? The pair settle down very nicely together on the yacht or his private island, and she even gets used to his little quirks — like not getting rid of his mistress after the marriage. Later, following the death of his son, Theo is seen suddenly to age. Liz shows a steely side; she is frightfully patient as he turns into Zorba right be fore her eyes.
For all we groundlings know, that may really be how it was between the historical figures on whom The Greek Tycoon is based, and certainly the reality of their lives together is none of our business. On the other hand, if you are going to be so tasteless as to start a movie like this one, it seems silly to try to act discreet once you go to work on it. Maybe the producers were afraid of offending what they would surely refer to as "powerful interests." More likely, though, given their laughably naive notions of just how the rich are different from you and me, they couldn't imagine their lovers acting any differently from some Scarsdale or Beverly Hills pair trying to make a go of a second marriage.
So. if one gives the film makers high marks for pleasantness of temperament, one must also charge them with that most heinous of show-biz crimes: dullness relieved only by an occasional flight of vapidity.

Christina Onassis business handover


These are dicey times for shipowners who play that gambler's game called tankers. As a result of the slowdown in the growth of petroleum consumption and some reckless overbuilding by shipyards in the early 1970s, the tanker business is in the worst depression in memory. Fully 10% of the world fleet sits idle for lack of cargo.
In short, it should be no trade for a tyro, even an attractive girl of 26 who happened to wind up controlling one of the world's largest privately owned fleets. So how is Christina Onassis doing in her first job? At the very least, the willful and somewhat impetuous only surviving child of the great Golden Greek, Aristotle Onassis, who died in March 1975, has given the shipping world some surprises. At first, the closely knit Greek shipping fraternity expected her to steer clear of the business altogether. Then, when she asserted her rights as beneficiary of 47.5% of her father's 50-ship fleet of supertankers, bulk carriers and smaller vessels, and made known her intention to manage the business herself, folks wondered whether the fleet could survive the experience.
So far, the record is fairly positive.
The Onassis fleet remains not only profitable, by most accounts, but has also been updated. Ten aging vessels have been sold; contracts for four new supertankers, which Ari had unwisely ordered before the collapse of the market, have been canceled. A clever deal is in the works in which the Onassis group is expected to buy two supertankers from
Texaco in return for that company's promise to charter two even larger Onassis ships at a later date. Most important, Christina is bringing new blood into a firm long dominated by sawy-but-aging Onassis advisers in their 60s and 70s. In June she hired Louis Anderson, 48, a Greek American who had run Exxon's marine operations since 1970, to boss Olympic Maritime S.A., the Onassis fleet's operational brain center, which is headquartered in a three-story building in Monte Carlo.
Some observers say Christina seems to be wearying of it all and that Anderson, highly regarded in the industry, will become the real power behind the throne. But Onassis staffers insist that Christina means to stay in charge. She presides at management meetings hi Monte Carlo and often visits Onassis offices in London, Athens and Manhattan. Says Constantino Gratsos, 75, elder statesman of the Onassis enterprises: "Not a single decision of substance gets by without Christina's approval."
Clitics say the firm's traditionally offhand style has deteriorated into indecisiveness under Christina's helmsmanship. Complains a French banker: "She can't concentrate. She'll really get into a subject, but then her mind will get onto something else. She has no follow-through." But others point out that nothing much has really changed, and that Ari himself was a notorious dilly-dallier who would often seem to agree on a deal only to back down at the last moment.
Christina is certainly no yes-woman. Case in point: Onassis oldtimers believe that tanker ownership will never become the money spinner it once was, and they have urged her to diversify. A year after Ari died, the firm had some odd luck that could have helped such an effort. On its maiden voyage, Olympic Bravery, an expensive new supertanker for which the group had been unable to find cargoes, was wrecked off France's Brittany coast, yielding a $50 million insurance settlement and saving the company an estimated $800,000 a month in costs on the vessel.
But instead of diversifying, Christina last winter paid $27 million for a two-month-old, similar-sized and also unchartered tanker owned by the American sea lord Daniel Ludwig. She promptly renamed it the Aristotle S. Onassis. Said a bemused ship broker: "I don't get it. They climbed out of the hole, then climbed right back into it. That ship is a guaranteed money loser."
Others point out that the ship changed hands at little more than half its original price and that if world demand for oil grows even moderately in the next year or two, the vessel could begin earning profits. Says Manhattan Ship Broker Basil Mavroleon: "Christina is extremely bright. The deal could turn out to be a lot smarter than anyone thinks. She is making the same bet her father did, but she is having to ante up only half as much."
Christina might have chosen to enjoy the less-complicated items left to her in her father's will—including her annual $250,000 lifetime annuity, control of Ari's 325-ft. yacht, Christina, and the Skorpios island retreat. Over the years she has had other concerns besides ships: her own two short-lived marriages; the sudden deaths of her mother and her aunt, both of whom were once married to Onassis' archrival Stavros Niarchos; and the death of her older brother Alexander hi a plane crash two years before her father died. Says a family confidant: "Anyone who can go through all that and come out swinging has got to be solid." With the outlook for tanker ownership as bleak as it is, she will need more than just determination to hold together the fleet that her flamboyant father built.
"I christen thee Olympic Bravery," cried Christina Onassis, as she smashed a bottle of champagne last October against the blunt bow of the first giant tanker to be delivered to the Onassis fleet since she took over its management after the death of her father, Aristotle Onassis. The 275,000-ton ship, which earlier had undergone successful sea trials, headed from Brest on her maiden voyage on Jan. 24 and ran into a sudden squall. Then the ship's engines inexplicably quit, leaving it to drift in 60-m.p.h. gusts; the 30-man crew dropped two anchors but the anchor chains snapped. So the voyage covered only about 35 miles, ending against the rocks of the island of Ushant. There the tanker rests, sinking slowly as water seeps in through gashes torn in her hull by the rocks. Last week the Onassis group began final attempts to refloat the tanker; if they fail the ship will be declared a total loss.
A disaster? For Lloyd's of London and other insurers, certainly: the $50 million insurance money that they stand to pay to Olympic Maritime S.A. would be the largest insurance payoff in maritime history (previous record: $27 million). For Christina Onassis, hardly. The Olympic Bravery had been headed only for expensive unemployment. Its maiden voyage had been destined to end in a Norwegian fjord, where it was to join at least 385 other supertankers lying idle round the world, waiting for oil shipments to pick up. Potential mothballing costs: as much as $20,000 a day. The insurance payment would enable Christina to pay off the ship's $42 million mortgage and recoup most of the $10 million her father laid out as a down payment. Given the depressed state of the tanker market, Olympic Bravery would fetch between $20 million and $25 million—if a buyer could be found.
The Onassis fleet has had an excellent safety record in the past, and there is no question that Lloyd's will pay. Says a Lloyd's spokesman: "Our check is already drawn up and waits only for signature."

Onassis's Olympic Tower


Then there are islands in the sky, and many of this genus are far more expensive than the real thing. A well-heeled couple recently plunked down $650,000 for a nine-room penthouse duplex 51 stories above Manhattan's Fifth Avenue. The apartment will be as secure as Fort Knox, look superciliously down upon neighboring St. Patrick's Cathedral, and allow its tenants, on a clear day, to see, if not forever, at least to New Jersey. They will be among the first residents of Olympic Tower, a complex of 230 condominiums, 19 floors of offices, exercise rooms, sauna, private dining rooms, boutiques and a block-long park with three-story ulterior waterfall, trees and two bistros that will be open to the public.
The first of its kind in New York City to combine office, retail and residential facilities, Olympic Tower is half-owned by one Greek who should have no quarrel with Americans—Aristotle Onassis, who is reported to be taking an apartment there. The operators promise every conceivable convenience, from private, temperature-controlled wine cellars to a supersophisticated electronic surveillance system that will yawp at the concierge's desk downstairs if a Miró on a wall is touched by a burglar —or even the owner.
The building, to be ready for occupancy in early 1975, will have a staff of 36 European-trained hoteliers, ready at the drop of a drachma to ensure that the out-of-town Olympian will find on his return a well-stocked refrigerator, flowers in the vases and, as ordered, his clothes cleaned and laid out. The staff will always be on hand to charter limousines, yachts, helicopters and jets, snap up tickets to the theater, opera and concert. In residence, madame in her marble bathroom (with porcelain bidet) will never be embarrassed by window-cleaning voyeurs: the floor-to-ceiling solar-glass windows are washed by peekless mechanical equipment. Ari's aerie is located on the razed site of the old beloved Best & Co. store, where generations of middle-class New Yorkers trudged to outfit their children before each school season. Now, commuting between down-tower office on 19 and cloudland condominium on 48, errant Olympians face only one major problem: how to convince suspicious spouses that they were caught for two hours in a traffic jam.

All that really counts these days is money



"All that really counts these days is money," Aristotle Onassis once said. "It's the people with money who are the royalty now." By that maxim, the ambitious, expansive Greek shipping magnate was a king of kings. Until he died of bronchial pneumonia in Paris last week at age 69, after months of suffering from myasthenia gravis (a debilitating disease that weakens the body muscles), Onassis had flamboyantly ruled an empire of ocean tankers and airlines, banks, real estate holdings and trading companies. His total worth, despite financial reverses in recent months, was estimated to be at least $500 million.
Unlike many of his reclusive peers in that small realm of the super-super-rich, Onassis knew how to spend as lavishly as he earned. Known around the world as "Ari" or "Daddy-O" (his Greek friends, however, called him "Telis," the diminutive of Aristotle), he was the prime mover of the jet set. He had residences in half a dozen cities, an Ionian island of his own and an elegant art collection. He boasted the world's most lavish yacht, the Christina, a 325-ft. rebuilt Canadian frigate complete with sumptuous bathrooms lined in Siena marble and fitted with gold-plated faucets. He also—as gossip-column readers well knew—enjoyed the company of beautiful and famous women. Fittingly, he had the ultimate jet-set consort: he startled the world by marrying Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy on Oct. 20, 1968.
Onassis was not to the villa born. The son of a Greek tobacco merchant, he grew up in the Turkish city of Smyrna. At age 17 he left his family, who by then had fled to Greece, and traveled by steerage to Argentina with less than $60 in his pocket. By the time he was 23, he had parlayed his earnings from odd jobs (such as dishwashing and working as a telephone lineman) into a million-dollar business that included cigarette manufacturing, dealing in rugs, hides and furs, and operating a decrepit tramp freighter. His formula: 20-hour work days, a penchant for juggling several deals at one time, an ability to unravel the complex maritime laws.
Onassis was also willing to take risks. During the Depression he bought merchant ships at rock-bottom prices, even though there was a world glut of cargo capacity. In World War II, those aging vessels earned him huge profits by carrying supplies for the Allies. Later he pioneered the supertanker, building a fleet of at least 50 oil carriers.
An exuberant bachelor until he was 40, Onassis in 1946 married 17-year-old Athina ("Tina") Livanos, daughter of one of Greece's most powerful shipping tycoons, Stavros Livanos. The marriage also made Onassis the brother-in-law of Shipper Stavros Niarchos, his rival for wealth, status and flamboyance.
The marriage had dynastic overtones, but in the late 1950s Onassis struck up a long-playing romance with tempestuous Opera Diva Maria Callas. In 1960, Tina sued for divorce, after having given Onassis a son and heir, Alexander, and a daughter, Christina. Onassis' affair with Callas lasted nearly a decade, but by 1968, according to a friend, he was passionately in love with Jackie Kennedy. Their marriage prompted banner—and not always friendly—headlines throughout the world. JACKIE, HOW COULD YOU? asked Stockholm's Expressen.
Belly Dancers. After the honeymoon, the marriage was filled with what one intimate of Ari's called "the nights of long silences." Jackie loved concerts, ballet and theater; Onassis preferred raucous bouzouki music, belly dancers and at times the company of roistering Greek businessmen. Much of the time they lived separate lives; Jackie had visited her husband, who had been in the hospital for five weeks, a few days earlier but was in New York City last week at the time of his death. When they were both in Manhattan, she resided with her children Caroline and John Jr. at her 15-room Fifth Avenue apartment, while Ari stayed in a suite at the Hotel Pierre. Nonetheless, intimates insist, there was much mutual affection and consideration in the marriage.
Life changed dramatically for Onassis, when his son Alexander, then 24, was killed in a plane crash. "He aged overnight," observed a close associate. "He suddenly became an old man." In business negotiations he was uncharacteristically absentminded, irrational and petulant.
In his last public appearances, the lingering effects of myasthenia gravis were apparent: his eyelids were taped open because his muscles had become too weak to hold them up. With Onassis' death, the world lost one of its most extraordinary entrepreneurs. However, he left little legacy—no monuments, no great acts of philanthropy, no record of achievement other than a succession of business deals. All that remains is the memory of a vital, tough, self-made millionaire who clearly believed that living well was the best revenge and, more than most mortals, could exact and enact it.

Athina's Onassis battle


On Jan. 29 Athina Roussel opened her eyes to a world filled with opportunity and excitement. It was her 21st birthday, fresh cause to celebrate only eight weeks after her wedding to a dashing Brazilian equestrian, Alvaro Alfonso de Miranda Neto, known to his bride and the world's press as "Doda." On the face of it, everything was finally turning rosy for the young woman whose early life had been scarred by the tragic death of her mother, Christina Onassis, and circumscribed by the pressures of enormous wealth — an estimated $600 million she picked up as sole heiress to her mother's fortune.

Even so, Athina, the last direct descendant of the legendary Greek shipping tycoon Aristotle Onassis, had reason to expect more last weekend. She grew up believing she would inherit the remainder of her family's fortune — in excess of $1 billion — and assume a hereditary role at the helm of the Alexander S. Onassis Foundation, an organization managing corporate and charitable operations.

But that birthday gift did not materialize. As a family insider predicted two weeks before her birthday, "Athina's 21st birthday will come and go without her seeing a single penny of her grandfather's fortune." Indeed, added the friend, "she'll most certainly inherit another long-term problem." Or rather a struggle, which threatens to be messy. The Alexander S. Onassis Foundation isn't ruling out Athina's future succession. But for now, says Anthony Papadimitriou, president of the foundation, Athina simply has nothing to contribute. "The question isn't what she can get out of the foundation but what she is going to offer," he says. "She's not going to bestow greater credibility on our business." To illustrate his point, he refers to the Onassis shipping interests, which the foundation controls. "When I talk to the top people in Exxon Mobil, they want to know who they're talking to; they want to know they trust us to carry their crude. What will they say when they see a young lady with no experience, with no business knowledge?" Papadimitriou told Time that he had invited Athina to familiarize herself with the foundation, but would oppose any attempts she might make to join its board. "Ms. Roussel is the granddaughter of our founder and we recognize her as such. But putting her on the board is something entirely different. Onassis made no such provision," he said. "He didn't even name Christina as president."

That's not a view Onassis' grandchild shares. With assets ranging from the shipping fleets to property in Paris, London and St. Moritz to development projects spanning the globe, the foundation has the heft and reach of a multinational corporation — and an idiosyncratic structure all its own. Athina's claim stems from the foundation's statutes, which state that a direct descendant of Onassis shall be eligible for the presidency upon reaching the age of 21.

That provision was added by Christina, and not devised by her father. Aristotle Onassis was uncompromising in affairs of the heart, brutally dumping opera diva Maria Callas in 1968 to marry Jacqueline Kennedy. (Athina Livanos, mother to his two children, had divorced him after learning of his affair with Callas.) In business he was equally insensitive to the feelings of his women. His will divided his empire in two parts, with 45% of the estate channeled into a public benefit trust in memory of his son, Alexander, killed in a plane crash in 1973. His daughter, Christina, got the bigger slice, but only on condition that the foundation managed her money. She was outraged. "Not only did she find herself losing out on 45% of the inheritance, she was put under the tutelage of the foundation," says Papadimitriou.

Christina spent the weeks after her father's death in 1975 planning her response, emerging from mourning to demand her share of the inheritance with no strings attached. She also insisted on two additional concessions: that she be named lifelong president of the foundation, and that a direct descendant of Onassis would have the automatic right to that role provided he or she had the "capacity to serve" and was "willing to serve," according to legal documents obtained by Time. "The executors [of the will] had no option than to accept her terms," says Papadimitriou. "They would have had to take Christina to court to force her to hand over the part [of the fortune earmarked] for the foundation."
Christina struggled with an eating disorder and an addiction to diet pills until her death from heart failure brought on by a suspected drug overdose in 1988, when Athina was just 3 years old. So her decision to take on the foundation surprised some observers. Athina has already shown signs of her mother's chutzpah and a willingness to go her own way. She dropped out of high school at 17, but became a talented horsewoman and linguist. She renounced the Onassis name at the urging of her father, Thierry Roussel, at the age of 13, telling judges that she felt "great aversion" to all things Greek, but she later shook off Roussel's influence. A French playboy who married and then divorced Christina, Roussel used to manage Athina's fortune in concert with the foundation, though his own relations with its members were stormy — Roussel even accused Athina's Greek trustees of plotting to kidnap his daughter. Athina eventually bucked against his control, and moved to Brussels where she became involved with her current husband, a man 12 years her senior. When, in response to this liaison, her father attempted to tighten the purse strings, Athina took him to court, winning full control of her money, minus an $84 million settlement for Roussel.

Last September she set her sights on the foundation. But its board members say that Onassis didn't want relatives running his empire. In 2003, the board voted unanimously to scrap the clauses Christina had imposed, saying the notion of a hereditary presidency was against the "letter and spirit of Onassis' will." The board also sanctioned a change of guard at the foundation, with Papadimitriou, 51 and an attorney-cum-economist, taking over the role of president from his father and longtime Onassis aide, Stelios Papadimitriou. Alexis Mantheakis, a former spokesman for the Roussel family, says bluntly: "The foundation has clearly slammed the door on Athina. There's still hope, though, that she can pry it wide open."

Perhaps. Documents obtained by Time, including copies of the Onassis will and its revised terms, stipulate that, while the foundation's charter may be subject to alterations, the specific terms imposed by Christina shall "not be amended." This includes the clause about the hereditary presidency of the foundation, but Papadimitriou is undaunted. "I don't think Ms. Roussel is automatically eligible for the presidency," he says. "The clause needs interpretation. It speaks about capacity and willingness to serve. And its implementation is subject to the discretion of the board." Another senior board member says: "I can't envision myself, or for that matter any other board member, reporting to a high school dropout — however charming and sympathetic — on crucial business decisions."

Sentiments like this haven't stopped Athina from launching a charm offensive in tandem with her legal moves. One aim seems to be to soothe any Greek feelings she may have injured in her youthful rejection of her origins. Last year she and Doda joined an equestrian club 20 miles east of Athens, with the aim of competing for the Greek national riding team in the Beijing Olympics in 2008. Athina has also renewed her Greek passport, and is rumored to be house hunting in Greece. "It's all about giving her a chance," says Yiannis Aletras, an Athens-based lawyer who has represented Thierry Roussel. "Who's to say her grandfather, however shrewd a businessman, would not have given her that chance at the foundation — even as an honorary member?" Those old enough to remember the pugnacious and unsentimental tycoon may doubt that's true. Yet if his granddaughter has inherited even a touch of his spirit, she won't be giving up her fight anytime soon.

Onassis's Saudi Business




Since Aristotle Socrates Onassis signed an agreement with King Saud Ibn Abdul Aziz to form a company for shipping Saudi Arabian oil, the Greek-born tanker tycoon has found his scuppers awash with criticism. Other shippingmen attacked the deal as a step toward monopolizing the shipment of Saudi Arabian oil;* the British and U.S. Governments both protested to Saudi Arabia that the deal would squeeze out shipping companies now carrying the oil. And Arabian American Oil Co. (Aramco) complained that its interests as a producer were endangered.
The New York Journal of Commerce reported that more trouble was blowing up for "Ari" Onassis. Ship Owner and Broker Spiridon Katapodis had filed a sworn deposition with the British consulate at Nice charging that Onassis had landed the contract only by paying high Saudi Arabian officials more than $1,000,000. Katapodis, who said that he was supposed to get $1,000,000 himself for being Onassis' go-between in the deal, announced in Paris this week that he was going to sue Onassis for reneging: Onassis, he claimed, signed the agreement with him in ink that faded out.
Services Rendered. In the deposition, which was accompanied by photostats of documents bearing on the deal, Katapodis charged that $350,000 had been given to Mohamed Abdullah Alireza, Saudi Arabia's Minister of State (now Minister of Commerce), for his services in getting the contract signed. Alireza, the deposition claimed, also got another $280,000 intended for the Minister of Finance for exempting Onassis' shipping company from taxes. Another $200,000 was reported to have gone to other palace officials.
In addition to these outright payments, said Katapodis, Minister of State Alireza would get a royalty income of sixpence per ton on oil shipped for the duration of the 30-year pact. His guaranteed minimum: $140,000 a year. He would also be sole agent for all Onassis ships clearing Saudi Arabian ports, collecting a fixed fee of $280 a vessel. Should Alireza die before the agreement expires, the deposition claimed, the money will go to his heirs. When Saudi Arabian officials wanted more money, said the deposition, Onassis did not balk: "Onassis told me ... he would play an important role in the development of natural resources in Saudi Arabia which . . . would make him . . . the most powerful man in the world."
"Completely Unfounded."In Manhattan, Ari Onassis denied everything. "The charges are completely unfounded," he said. While he knew Katapodis as a "peddler" of deals, "I have never been represented by him in any negotiations." To Onassis it looked as if Katapodis had been put up to making the deposition by "competitors."
From an Onassis associate in Cairo came another denial of the whole business. Ali Alireza, brother and business partner of Minister of Commerce Mohamed Abdullah and a key figure in the negotiations, said: "I can swear no such payments were made . . . Mr. Onassis made his offer directly to His Majesty's government ... So whom would he bribe, or why? Suppose he bribed two, even three men. The agreement still needed the Cabinet's unanimous consent . . . Certainly Onassis couldn't bribe men like these with a million dollars."
*Under the deal, Onassis would ship only 10% of Saudi Arabia's oil at first, but the percentage would be stepped up over the years.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Tribute to Ari Onassis


He married the widow of an American president, owned the famed Monte Carlo casino and 30 years after Aristotle Onassis’s death, his legacy is Greece’s claim to fame as the world’s shipping giant.The tycoon’s gamble to build supertankers to carry the world’s oil laid the foundation for Greek control over one in five tankers afloat – and a similar share of other cargo shipping.

The anniversary of his death March 15, 1975 at age 69 passed with little public notice, but his business inheritors and insiders remember a man who was bigger than life.In 1968 he married Jacqueline Kennedy, widow of President John F. Kennedy, putting Onassis in the international limelight. She died in 1994 and was buried next to the late president.“Today’s business world has become so automated, so corporate, I doubt if the Onassis name will ever be challenged as a byword for old-fashion entrepreneurial wealth and chutzpah (nerve),” Nigel Lowry, Athens correspondent of the authoritative shipping newspaper Lloyd’s List, told Reuters.“He took shipping by the storm, heading the movement to build bigger and bigger oil tankers – all the way up to the modern supertanker,” Lowery said.For 20 years Greece has been the world’s biggest ship owner.“Onassis’s greatest legacy is shipping and the Greek ship owners who followed him,” said Lowery, author of a 2003 book titled “Onassis and his Legacy”.

Nikolas Tsakos, president and CEO of Tsakos Energy Navigation, the oil arm of one of Greece’s biggest ship-owning families, said Onassis inspired today’s Greek ship owners and young entrepreneurs.These include Stelios Jaji-Ioannou, founder of budget airline Easyjet and part owner of shipping firm Stelmar.“AHEAD OF HIS TIME”Others are Evangelos Pistiolis, owner of stockmarket listed TOP Tankers who was recently named Greek industry figure of the year by Lloyd’s List, and Peter Georgiopoulos, who in a mere five years has built a fleet of close to 50 ships.“Onassis was ahead of his time in many ways and 35-40 years on from his heyday the world ahs come to realize the importance of international shipping and especially oil transportation,” Tsakos, whose father knew Onassis, told Reuters.“He was the Donald Trump of the shipping industry. He has inspired a generation of Greek shipowners and given a very unglamorous industry a more glamorous appeal.”Stelios Papadimitriou, a longtime friend and president of a foundation set up by Onassis, believes one of Onassis' strengths was his patience waiting for investments to pay off.From the 1950s until his death…Onassis was rarely out of the headlines.

“He used to say even a damaged clock tells the true story of time twice a day. He taught everyone patience,” Papadimitriou told Reuters.Born in Smyrna in 1906, at the time a Greek enclave in Turkey, Onassis and his family in 1922 fled first to Greece and then to Argentina.In Buenos Aires, Onassis made his first fortune by importing tobacco and then bought a whaling fleet followed by surplus ships from the United States at the end of World War Two.From the 1950s until his death after gall bladder surgery, Onassis was rarely out of the headlines. In 1957 he founded Greece’s national airlines Olympic Airways.The rich and famous, from Sophia Loren to Winston Churchill, were guests on his yacht “Christina” named after his daughte

Sunday, July 01, 2007

Onassis legacy


In the Name of the Grandfather
The Battle to Control the Legacy of Aristotle Onassis
Aghia Foteini's dominance of Nea Smyrna's skyline is not a mere matter of geography. Twin belfries accentuate the grandeur of the church built by the Athens suburb's refugee residents in remembrance of the main Orthodox temple in the famed Asia Minor city of Smyrna-the home they fled in terror when Kemal Ataturk's troops set the city aflame in 1922. Among those forced to abandon his natal home was the 22-year-old Aristotle Onassis, the late shipping tycoon who became known around the world as "the golden Greek."
To the left of the church, scaffolding obscures an arch-wide enough for a car-above which rises an even taller bell tower, a replica of the one in Smyrna. It is being built with funds from the Alexander S. Onassis Public Benefit Foundation. For a church with two steeples, the third may seem excessive. But excess is a part of the Onassis legend. This may be why the Aghia Foteini bell tower, trivial beside the Foundation's other deeds, is perfectly evocative of the tycoon's legacy.
"We were asked whether we wanted to have a street in Athens named after him," Stelio A. Papadimitriou recalls. "I said 'No. We do not need that'. You give that to small benefactors, not to us." Made by anyone else, such a statement would smack of arrogance. But for Papadimitriou, the president of the Onassis Foundation, it is no more than a statement of fact.
The Confidants
Created under the terms of Onassis's will, the Foundation is not merely a patrimony; it is a legacy meant to reflect Onassis's beliefs and continue his life's work. Indeed, Papadimitriou bristles at the suggestion that the Foundation does no more than dole out donations. "Our foundation is unique," he insists in the course of a two-and-a-half hour interview with Odyssey. "All other foundations are controlled by business; ours controls its own business."
This unusual arrangement is pure Onassis. Instead of endowing the Foundation with a fixed sum, he bequeathed it half his business and thus the means of producing income. In the 23 years since Onassis died, Papadimitriou says, the Foundation has quadrupled the value of its estate. "It is an entirely new fleet. The average age of our ships is four or five years; at the time Onassis died the average age was 15. Just one of our ships is valued at almost as much as the entire fleet Onassis left us," he adds.
The Foundation was well-positioned to safeguard the Onassis legacy, since its members were all trusted colleagues. Its top officers include the same four men Onassis chose to manage his daughter's estate and whom Christina, in turn, selected to manage daughter Athina's trust. They are:
Papadimitriou, 67, whose intimate relationship with Onassis was underscored by the tycoon's deathbed request that he protect Christina "as his sister;" 74-year-old Pavlos Ioannidis-another trusted Onassis aide who served for almost four decades as his chief pilot and general manager of Olympic Airways-who is one of the Foundation's two vice presidents; Apostolos Zabelas, 71, an economist and financial analyst in Onassis's employ for over 30 years, who is the Foundation's vice president and treasurer; and Theodore Gabrielides, 63, who served as legal counsel to the Onassis group of companies. Papadimitriou, Ioannidis, and Zabelas all received $2 million in Christina's will and are life members of the Foundation's board; Gabrielides received nothing and serves as an elected member.
For all intents and purposes, these four control both the Foundation and Athina's trust, an arrangement that her father, Thierry Roussel, abhors. Athina's inheritance-whose value was estimated at $569.1 million in a court filing last March-reverts to her control when she turns 18 (on January 29, 2003). At the moment, Roussel receives roughly $12 million annually; in the 10 years since Christina's 1988 death, he has pocketed over $100 million from the Onassis estate.
But with Onassis's four associates dominating the five-man trust, Roussel feels locked out, and through a series of court actions in Switzerland he has sought to wrest away control of the inheritance. He has publicly accused his fellow trustees of embezzlement and corruption; last fall, he said they hired former Israeli secret agents to kidnap Athina. They replied that they had simply undertaken a five-month surveillance of Athina's security to fulfill the conditions of a British insurance policy that would pay the ransom should she be kidnapped.
It is unlikely that Roussel will relent, despite a Swiss judicial review last April that rejected Roussel's efforts to oust his fellow trustees; instead, the review credited the growth of the inheritance to the trustees' "diligent management." The Greek trustees, meanwhile, filed slander charges against Roussel's attorney in Athens. It is these skirmishes that have dominated the global media.
The Patrimony
But in the midst of the frenzy over Athina's trust, the question of who might eventually control the Onassis Foundation has received less scrutiny. At first glance, Onassis's will seems to stipulate that his heirs should be in control; but Papadimitriou and his troops insist otherwise.
Currently, Papadimitriou, who became president in 1992, is the iron man of the Foundation, as he is of Athina's trust. He answers to the other 14 directors, among whom are such luminaries as Archbishop Anastasios of Albania and former New York University President John Brademas; more controversially, one son each of Papadimitriou, Ioannides, Zabelas, and Gabrielides have also joined the board over the years-an act of perceived nepotism for which they have often been attacked.
Described as one of the sharpest minds in maritime law, Papadimitriou fits the physical stereotype of a Balkan diplomat, an image belied by the sophistication of his conversation. Having spent a lifetime at Onassis's side-he and the tycoon's late son, Alexander, all shared the same office-Papadimitriou, too, seems as if he would be as comfortable at a quayside cafe as at a meeting of heads of state. And he appears to have made it his mission to run the Foundation, housed in an opulent neoclassical mansion across from Hadrian's Arch, with the same panache that Onassis lived his life.
"Onassis wanted us to continue his business," Papadimitriou says of his deathbed conversations with the shipping tycoon. "I had asked him what he would like us to do so he could be remembered. And he said: 'I am the business. If you carry on the business, people will remember me. If you do not carry on the business, the Foundation will die because no money will go into it. So if you wish to remember me, continue my business.' This is reflected in his will." Drafted by Papadimitriou-"I drew it up about 50 times because Onassis was not an easy fellow for whom to draft a will"-it is a model of simplicity given the complexity and enormity of Onassis's estate.
Valued at half a billion dollars at the time of his death in 1975, the estate included more than 50 ships, extensive real estate holdings-including the Ionian islands of Skorpios and Sparti, office buildings in New York-bonds, securities, and shares in companies throughout the world, including an airline. Everything was divided straight down the middle: Half went to the Foundation, which inherited the share that would have gone to Onassis's son, Alexander (who had died two years earlier in a plane crash at age 24), and the other half to Christina.
"I asked 'Why the Alexander S. Onassis Foundation' and not simply the 'Onassis Foundation,'?" Papadimitriou recalls. "And Onassis said, 'I had two children. Christina will take half and Alexander would have taken half. But since he is dead, the Foundation will take the place of my son.'"
Onassis left only broad guidelines as to how the Foundation should disperse its monies, but he was strict about how it should earn them. "While the will states the board can buy ships with the approval of a simple majority, a two-thirds majority is needed to sell a ship. And if we sell a ship, we have to reserve the money to buy another ship when the opportunity arises," Papadimitriou says. "Onassis was a shipowner. He wanted his name and his business to be continued."
Despite the tremendous leeway Onassis gave the Foundation in deciding what types of programs to underwrite, he did make one stipulation: The projects must benefit the public rather than the individual. "Onassis did not believe in charity. He believed in public benefit," Papadimitriou says. "The Foundation does not give money to Mr. So-and-So to go have an operation. It builds a hospital so everyone can have an operation."
His example is an allusion to the Onassis Cardiac Surgery Center, a Pei-like pyramid on Syngrou Avenue, four kilometers from the center of Athens. The state-of-the-art, 118-bed hospital has four operating theaters and cost over $75 million to build. Its reputation rivals the world's best heart-surgery centers; doctors there have performed thousands of open-heart procedures and have treated over 130,000 outpatients since the Foundation presented it to the Greek state in 1992.
The Onassis Foundation also disburses $2 million in scholarships each year, primarily to Greek students doing graduate work abroad. There are about 1,000 scholarship program "alumni" and an equal number currently studying around the world with Foundation grants. "We don't give scholarships to the poor, we give scholarships to the worthy," declares Papadimitriou. "You get a bigger scholarship if you are poor but you don't get the scholarship because you are poor."
This, too, reflects Onassis's beliefs, Papadimitriou says. "We were walking on Skorpios one night-Onassis never slept before three in the morning-when he asked me this: 'You have three children. By the time you die, you will have some money. Assume you have one son who is very strong and one who is weak. How will you divide your estate?' I said I would give most of the money to the weak one and less to the strong one because he wouldn't need it.
"And Onassis said to me, 'You are a fool. Don't you ever do that. You give all your money to the strong one with an obligation to support the weak one. Because the weak one will do nothing with the money, he will spend it all and be a burden on the strong one. The strong one is going to make more money and he can take care of the weak one. Give all your money to the strong.' That was Onassis." As a coda, Papadimitriou adds: "It would have been a horror to him if the Foundation simply gave to the poor. We don't forget the poor. We take care of the poor, but in a different way."
The Onassis Cardiac Surgery Center and the scholarship program are hardly the Foundation's only projects. Among hundreds of other grants, it is providing millions for the construction and operation of an Onassis Library for Hellenic and Roman Art at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art; has given generously to the American Hospital in Paris and the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York; and supports the Patmos Monastery, the Anglo-Hellenic League, the World Wide Fund for Nature, and Piraeus's Seamen's Home.
Its signature awards are the biennial Onassis International Prizes, worth a quarter million dollars each, which are bestowed on individuals and organizations that have furthered international understanding, and contributed to culture and the environment. Recipients have included CNN Founder Ted Turner, Archbishop Desmond Tutu, the Hermitage Museum, Amnesty International, Elizabeth Taylor and Association AIDES, and the International Maritime Organization.
Last year the Foundation also held its first international cultural competition-a playwriting contest that attracted 1,460 entries from 76 countries. Why the phenomenal response? With a first prize of $250,000, a second prize of $200,000 and a third prize of a mere $150,000-easily the highest purses ever offered for original theatrical works-legitimate writers and gold digging hacks the world over scrambled for a shot at the big time. "Harvest," a play by Manjula Padmanabhan of India, took top honors. Asked if the size of the prizes reflects Onassis's flair for the grandiose, Papadimitriou replies simply: "Bravo!"
The response, plus the high quality of the submissions-Papadimitriou says there were 45 works of great merit-have encouraged the Foundation to expand the competition to more disciplines. "Next time it will be theater plus ballet and music...then philosophy...then the visual arts," he says. "I hope this will be a good evocation of the cultural games of the ancient world." The program seems to jibe with Onassis's belief in encouraging creativity and in fostering the new-something Papadimitriou says benefits society more than simply rewarding someone for what he has already done. The program also dovetails with the Foundation's plan to build a performing arts center in Athens; a $6.5-million plot of land on Syngrou Avenue has already been purchased for the center.
Papadimitriou takes great pride in finally introducing the element of competition into the Foundation's prizes, something Onassis certainly would have applauded. But he says he also derives great satisfaction from having created a Foundation that, in its broad strokes and in its details, is true to Onassis's vision.
"In his will, Onassis outlines the Foundation in general terms. The specifics and its administration were left entirely up to me. He wanted it and he approved it, but he recognized that I knew administration better than him. It is my pride that the Foundation has passed the acid test, that 22 years after Onassis's death, the Foundation works and performs as it does," he says.
The Roussel Factor
The Foundation was not the only "heir" Onassis placed in Papadimitriou's care. In his will, the tycoon also put his daughter's share of the estate under the Foundation's management, asking him to look after Christina "as his sister."
The obligation has weighed heavily on Papadimitriou, for whom Onassis was both mentor and father. ("I am a child of Onassis," he says. "My father died when I was 13. Onassis was a father to me.") It has also put him at the center of a dispute that, to his annoyance, detracts from the Foundation's work.
Papadimitriou warned Onassis that Christina would never agree to her father's terms and that the will would place Papadimitriou at odds with her. Contrary to his fears, his fight was never with Christina, who, like her father, came to regard Papadimitriou as a confidant.
"After Onassis died, we divided everything up into two lots, A and B. In the presence of a notary public Christina chose B," he says. "The moment she did, she turned to us and said, 'Okay, now I am giving my assets back to you to manage. Not because my father says I have to, but because of me. I'm the boss.' So we agreed to manage her fleet along with her other assets." (Christina subsequently asked them to ease her out of shipping. "At the time, there was a crisis in shipping and she was not a person that had a long-term view," Papadimitriou says.)
But since Christina's death in Buenos Aires in 1988, Papadimitriou has been famously at odds with Thierry Roussel. The nasty battle, fought in the courtrooms of Greece and Switzerland, has all the elements of a Sidney Sheldon bestseller.
In her will, also drawn up by Papadimitriou, Christina left the bulk of her estate to Athina. The will is structured to shield Athina's fortune from Roussel, about whom Christina had increasingly expressed doubts. The row between the two sides began immediately after Christina's death when Roussel, unaware she had had Papadimitriou draw up a new will, publicly claimed he was now in charge of the Onassis fortune.
Relations between Roussel and the Greek trustees have deteriorated as the Frenchman has stepped up his efforts to win control of Athina's patrimony. In 1996, he took the dispute public, openly accusing the trustees of mismanagement and embezzlement. Papadimitriou and the others retaliated in kind, publicly revealing the extra amounts paid out to Roussel over the years for commitments he has failed to meet, such as Greek-language lessons for Athina (for which Roussel reportedly has been given $2 million). Reporters, meanwhile, have dug up old reports of Roussel's checkered economic past and of massive debts from failed ventures such as a strawberry farm in Portugal.
"It all started with Roussel," says Papadimitriou, who insists the Foundation loathes publicity but must defend itself. "He has two weaknesses: One, he likes the press and, second, he is very fond of litigation. From day one, he has been in litigation against us." An Athens court has cleared the Greek trustees of mismanagement allegations, while another petition to a Swiss court to have the Greek trustees removed has been tainted by the trustees' allegations of judicial conspiracy. Roussel did not respond to Odyssey's request for an interview.
Matters of Succession
The Foundation and Athina's trust are separate patrimonies, but the dispute with Roussel has cast a pall over the Foundation for the past two years, if only because of the confusion that arises from the involvement of the same people on both boards. Papadimitriou says that even though Roussel has tried to undermine the Foundation by claiming it is on the verge of bankruptcy, he has failed "because people in the world of finance are more serious than people who aren't...and they know our assets." Papadimitriou hints that Roussel's campaign might have a different purpose.
"If Athina's money exists today it is because of us," he says of the Greek trustees. "Roussel's real dispute is against his daughter...to get more money. All his attempts were either claims against his daughter...or to compel us to give up and say: 'What is this business distracting us from our job? Take it!' and leave, as all the relatives have done."
One thing Papadimitriou is not is a quitter. Nor is the row with Roussel solely about money; for Papadimitriou it also seems to be a battle for the heart and mind of the young girl who, under the Foundation's statutes, could become its president when she turns 21.
Ironically, it was not Onassis who made the Foundation bearing his son's name a family affair.
"He did not want Christina as president...he would have turned in his grave," Papadimitriou says. "We made Christina president. Onassis didn't wish any member of his family to be president or vice president or whatever. Nowhere in his will does he say that Christina or any descendant will become president. He chose the strongest from among his associates. We made her president out of respect for him, but I don't believe he would have appreciated it."
Today Papadimitriou expresses regret at Christina's appointment, even though the Foundation's board did not grant her any powers.
"Under our statutes, the president has only such power as the board gives him. Ioannis Georgakis (Papadimitriou's predecessor) had the prizes and the scholarships-nothing else. Christina, when she was president, had zero. It was an honorary post, but even that can become a burden on the Foundation," he says.
The Foundation's continued growth has created new demands on its overseers.
"The president has gradually acquired a role that far exceeds the requirements of a common human being," Papadimitriou asserts, before qualifying his solipsism. "I'm not saying I'm uncommon, but simply that you have to be able to speak with heads of state and have the culture necessary to speak with professors, authors, and artists...and also know how to make money. Otherwise, you have to compromise and have a figurehead president with a real one behind, as was the case with Christina. Is this to the Foundation's benefit? I don't think so."
As with Christina, Athina would not become president by right. But she does have, in legal terms, the "expectation" that she may chair the foundation's board-provided its members believe she has the education and ability to fulfill the president's basic duties. "The statutes and bylaws make clear that more is needed than the desire to serve as president," says Papadimitriou. "Really, all of us would have liked Athina to become the Foundation's president subject to her Hellenism being maintained, subject to her education being tip-top, and her culture also being good."
His description of the post's basic qualifications seems a tall order, even for someone groomed for the job. And clearly Athina is not. This is a major source of friction between Papadimitriou, who laments the lack of attention to her cultural upbringing and education, and Roussel, who says he does not wish his daughter to be a "wise monkey."
Bemoaning Athina's Lack of Greekness
Since Christina's death, Athina has been raised by Roussel and his Swedish wife, Marianne Landhage, a former model. Gaby, as she is nicknamed, and Roussel were married in 1990; they have three children, one of whom were born while Roussel was still married to Christina.
As Roussel's war with the Foundation has heated up, he has intensified his campaign through the media to showcase Athina as enjoying a happy, "normal" upbringing. Photo spreads in Paris-Match and Hello and interviews aired on Greek television show a beaming Athina either on her horse, Arco, or playing with her parents and siblings.
Neither Papadimitriou nor anyone else has questioned Athina's happiness. What seems to have irked them is the lack of any preparation for assuming responsibility for the billions to come under her control in just five years.
Athina's Greek background seems to have been deliberately neglected; she is said to speak five languages, but Greek is not among them. In her 13 years, Athina has spent a grand total of 17 days in Greece, mostly in isolation on Skorpios.
Roussel has enlisted his daughter in getting across the message to the media that this is because Athina wishes it so. In recent interviews with Italy's Oggi and France's Le Figaro, she has been quoted as saying that she does not want to bear the name Onassis and that she hates Greece because the media's attention makes it like a prison for her. "I want to forget the name Onassis," she told Oggi. Of her grandfather, she said simply: "He was rich. He was loved. I don't know much of him." Roussel has demanded that the Foundation's trustees not use the name Onassis when addressing his daughter.
But Papadimitriou finds such statements preposterous. "Greece is not a small thing that Athina can reject," he says, visibly agitated by both statements. "We would have liked for the only granddaughter of Onassis to be worthy of the name. I'm not saying she should hate the French or the Roussel family. But she should show due respect for her grandfather, for her mother, and their country."
Papadimitriou is careful not to blame Athina for this. "Much to my distress, I see this is not happening. I do not hold the girl responsible. I hold the father and the stepmother responsible. Greece will not be lost if Athina is not Greek or doesn't feel Greek. Because 'Greek' is not a matter of nationality or blood; 'Greek' is a matter of mentality. And the kind of mentality Athina is acquiring is not Greek."
And what is his concept of being Greek? "It is the way I brought up my children and the way I was brought up. First of all, to be respectful of my ancestors," says Papadimitriou. "And second, to cherish education and to try to acquire it."
He is convinced that Athina is not encouraged to learn. By way of example, he refers to an interview on Greek TV in which she responds to polite, yet persistent questioning about her favorite subject by saying she doesn't like school or lessons but only likes horses. At first glance, Papadimitriou's argument may seem flimsy-many kids often say they hate school. But displaying some sensitivity to child psychology, he says such assertions are usually made to friends or other intimates and are not meant to be taken seriously. The TV interview was a formal situation in which most children would have been very concerned about making a good impression.
"She could have said 'I like music' or 'I like reading a book' or 'I like a movie'," Papadimitriou insists. "And when Roussel says 'I'm happy that my daughter is not becoming a wise monkey'-would you say that to your daughter? He's saying he doesn't have respect for education." Yet in spite of all this, Papadimitriou does not seem to have given up hope on the upbringing of Athina, whom he has met three or four times. He appears smug when he says that he may try to save her education at a later stage, but won't reveal how.
Only the Foundation Will Remain
Regardless of whether the trustees are successful in bringing Athina back into the Onassis fold, the Foundation will ensure that the Greek tycoon's legacy survives.
"All the Foundation's staff, all the people who work here, have a sense of mission. And that sense of mission does not concern Onassis. He wouldn't have liked us to serve him or to just propagate his name; he was a decent man. The mission is to do good work. We are pleased to be able to make money and distribute it to public-benefit projects," he says.
The Foundation's mission may not be to serve Onassis as such, but his legacy is being perpetuated through the centers and programs that bear his name, and through the Foundation's thriving shipping business.
Even Papadimitriou, who may still feel that seeing Athina one day at the helm of the Foundation will fulfill his duty to Onassis's vision, seems to be reconciling himself to the possibility that Christina may have been the last Onassis.
"I'm wiser now than I was 23 years ago, much wiser in this sense. Whatever will be left from Onassis will not come from his life or his granddaughter," he says. "What will remain forever is this Foundation."

Friday, June 29, 2007

ONASSIS







The Battle to Control the Legacy of Aristotle Onassis






Aghia Foteini's dominance of Nea Smyrna's skyline is not a mere matter of geography. Twin belfries accentuate the grandeur of the church built by the Athens suburb's refugee residents in remembrance of the main Orthodox temple in the famed Asia Minor city of Smyrna-the home they fled in terror when Kemal Ataturk's troops set the city aflame in 1922. Among those forced to abandon his natal home was the 22-year-old Aristotle Onassis, the late shipping tycoon who became known around the world as "the golden Greek."
To the left of the church, scaffolding obscures an arch-wide enough for a car-above which rises an even taller bell tower, a replica of the one in Smyrna. It is being built with funds from the Alexander S. Onassis Public Benefit Foundation. For a church with two steeples, the third may seem excessive. But excess is a part of the Onassis legend. This may be why the Aghia Foteini bell tower, trivial beside the Foundation's other deeds, is perfectly evocative of the tycoon's legacy.
"We were asked whether we wanted to have a street in Athens named after him," Stelio A. Papadimitriou recalls. "I said 'No. We do not need that'. You give that to small benefactors, not to us." Made by anyone else, such a statement would smack of arrogance. But for Papadimitriou, the president of the Onassis Foundation, it is no more than a statement of fact.
The Confidants
Created under the terms of Onassis's will, the Foundation is not merely a patrimony; it is a legacy meant to reflect Onassis's beliefs and continue his life's work. Indeed, Papadimitriou bristles at the suggestion that the Foundation does no more than dole out donations. "Our foundation is unique," he insists in the course of a two-and-a-half hour interview with Odyssey. "All other foundations are controlled by business; ours controls its own business."
This unusual arrangement is pure Onassis. Instead of endowing the Foundation with a fixed sum, he bequeathed it half his business and thus the means of producing income. In the 23 years since Onassis died, Papadimitriou says, the Foundation has quadrupled the value of its estate. "It is an entirely new fleet. The average age of our ships is four or five years; at the time Onassis died the average age was 15. Just one of our ships is valued at almost as much as the entire fleet Onassis left us," he adds.
The Foundation was well-positioned to safeguard the Onassis legacy, since its members were all trusted colleagues. Its top officers include the same four men Onassis chose to manage his daughter's estate and whom Christina, in turn, selected to manage daughter Athina's trust. They are:
Papadimitriou, 67, whose intimate relationship with Onassis was underscored by the tycoon's deathbed request that he protect Christina "as his sister;" 74-year-old Pavlos Ioannidis-another trusted Onassis aide who served for almost four decades as his chief pilot and general manager of Olympic Airways-who is one of the Foundation's two vice presidents; Apostolos Zabelas, 71, an economist and financial analyst in Onassis's employ for over 30 years, who is the Foundation's vice president and treasurer; and Theodore Gabrielides, 63, who served as legal counsel to the Onassis group of companies. Papadimitriou, Ioannidis, and Zabelas all received $2 million in Christina's will and are life members of the Foundation's board; Gabrielides received nothing and serves as an elected member.
For all intents and purposes, these four control both the Foundation and Athina's trust, an arrangement that her father, Thierry Roussel, abhors. Athina's inheritance-whose value was estimated at $569.1 million in a court filing last March-reverts to her control when she turns 18 (on January 29, 2003). At the moment, Roussel receives roughly $12 million annually; in the 10 years since Christina's 1988 death, he has pocketed over $100 million from the Onassis estate.
But with Onassis's four associates dominating the five-man trust, Roussel feels locked out, and through a series of court actions in Switzerland he has sought to wrest away control of the inheritance. He has publicly accused his fellow trustees of embezzlement and corruption; last fall, he said they hired former Israeli secret agents to kidnap Athina. They replied that they had simply undertaken a five-month surveillance of Athina's security to fulfill the conditions of a British insurance policy that would pay the ransom should she be kidnapped.
It is unlikely that Roussel will relent, despite a Swiss judicial review last April that rejected Roussel's efforts to oust his fellow trustees; instead, the review credited the growth of the inheritance to the trustees' "diligent management." The Greek trustees, meanwhile, filed slander charges against Roussel's attorney in Athens. It is these skirmishes that have dominated the global media.
The Patrimony
But in the midst of the frenzy over Athina's trust, the question of who might eventually control the Onassis Foundation has received less scrutiny. At first glance, Onassis's will seems to stipulate that his heirs should be in control; but Papadimitriou and his troops insist otherwise.
Currently, Papadimitriou, who became president in 1992, is the iron man of the Foundation, as he is of Athina's trust. He answers to the other 14 directors, among whom are such luminaries as Archbishop Anastasios of Albania and former New York University President John Brademas; more controversially, one son each of Papadimitriou, Ioannides, Zabelas, and Gabrielides have also joined the board over the years-an act of perceived nepotism for which they have often been attacked.
Described as one of the sharpest minds in maritime law, Papadimitriou fits the physical stereotype of a Balkan diplomat, an image belied by the sophistication of his conversation. Having spent a lifetime at Onassis's side-he and the tycoon's late son, Alexander, all shared the same office-Papadimitriou, too, seems as if he would be as comfortable at a quayside cafe as at a meeting of heads of state. And he appears to have made it his mission to run the Foundation, housed in an opulent neoclassical mansion across from Hadrian's Arch, with the same panache that Onassis lived his life.
"Onassis wanted us to continue his business," Papadimitriou says of his deathbed conversations with the shipping tycoon. "I had asked him what he would like us to do so he could be remembered. And he said: 'I am the business. If you carry on the business, people will remember me. If you do not carry on the business, the Foundation will die because no money will go into it. So if you wish to remember me, continue my business.' This is reflected in his will." Drafted by Papadimitriou-"I drew it up about 50 times because Onassis was not an easy fellow for whom to draft a will"-it is a model of simplicity given the complexity and enormity of Onassis's estate.
Valued at half a billion dollars at the time of his death in 1975, the estate included more than 50 ships, extensive real estate holdings-including the Ionian islands of Skorpios and Sparti, office buildings in New York-bonds, securities, and shares in companies throughout the world, including an airline. Everything was divided straight down the middle: Half went to the Foundation, which inherited the share that would have gone to Onassis's son, Alexander (who had died two years earlier in a plane crash at age 24), and the other half to Christina.
"I asked 'Why the Alexander S. Onassis Foundation' and not simply the 'Onassis Foundation,'?" Papadimitriou recalls. "And Onassis said, 'I had two children. Christina will take half and Alexander would have taken half. But since he is dead, the Foundation will take the place of my son.'"
Onassis left only broad guidelines as to how the Foundation should disperse its monies, but he was strict about how it should earn them. "While the will states the board can buy ships with the approval of a simple majority, a two-thirds majority is needed to sell a ship. And if we sell a ship, we have to reserve the money to buy another ship when the opportunity arises," Papadimitriou says. "Onassis was a shipowner. He wanted his name and his business to be continued."
Despite the tremendous leeway Onassis gave the Foundation in deciding what types of programs to underwrite, he did make one stipulation: The projects must benefit the public rather than the individual. "Onassis did not believe in charity. He believed in public benefit," Papadimitriou says. "The Foundation does not give money to Mr. So-and-So to go have an operation. It builds a hospital so everyone can have an operation."
His example is an allusion to the Onassis Cardiac Surgery Center, a Pei-like pyramid on Syngrou Avenue, four kilometers from the center of Athens. The state-of-the-art, 118-bed hospital has four operating theaters and cost over $75 million to build. Its reputation rivals the world's best heart-surgery centers; doctors there have performed thousands of open-heart procedures and have treated over 130,000 outpatients since the Foundation presented it to the Greek state in 1992.
The Onassis Foundation also disburses $2 million in scholarships each year, primarily to Greek students doing graduate work abroad. There are about 1,000 scholarship program "alumni" and an equal number currently studying around the world with Foundation grants. "We don't give scholarships to the poor, we give scholarships to the worthy," declares Papadimitriou. "You get a bigger scholarship if you are poor but you don't get the scholarship because you are poor."
This, too, reflects Onassis's beliefs, Papadimitriou says. "We were walking on Skorpios one night-Onassis never slept before three in the morning-when he asked me this: 'You have three children. By the time you die, you will have some money. Assume you have one son who is very strong and one who is weak. How will you divide your estate?' I said I would give most of the money to the weak one and less to the strong one because he wouldn't need it.
"And Onassis said to me, 'You are a fool. Don't you ever do that. You give all your money to the strong one with an obligation to support the weak one. Because the weak one will do nothing with the money, he will spend it all and be a burden on the strong one. The strong one is going to make more money and he can take care of the weak one. Give all your money to the strong.' That was Onassis." As a coda, Papadimitriou adds: "It would have been a horror to him if the Foundation simply gave to the poor. We don't forget the poor. We take care of the poor, but in a different way."
The Onassis Cardiac Surgery Center and the scholarship program are hardly the Foundation's only projects. Among hundreds of other grants, it is providing millions for the construction and operation of an Onassis Library for Hellenic and Roman Art at New York's Metropolitan Museum of Art; has given generously to the American Hospital in Paris and the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York; and supports the Patmos Monastery, the Anglo-Hellenic League, the World Wide Fund for Nature, and Piraeus's Seamen's Home.
Its signature awards are the biennial Onassis International Prizes, worth a quarter million dollars each, which are bestowed on individuals and organizations that have furthered international understanding, and contributed to culture and the environment. Recipients have included CNN Founder Ted Turner, Archbishop Desmond Tutu, the Hermitage Museum, Amnesty International, Elizabeth Taylor and Association AIDES, and the International Maritime Organization.
Last year the Foundation also held its first international cultural competition-a playwriting contest that attracted 1,460 entries from 76 countries. Why the phenomenal response? With a first prize of $250,000, a second prize of $200,000 and a third prize of a mere $150,000-easily the highest purses ever offered for original theatrical works-legitimate writers and gold digging hacks the world over scrambled for a shot at the big time. "Harvest," a play by Manjula Padmanabhan of India, took top honors. Asked if the size of the prizes reflects Onassis's flair for the grandiose, Papadimitriou replies simply: "Bravo!"
The response, plus the high quality of the submissions-Papadimitriou says there were 45 works of great merit-have encouraged the Foundation to expand the competition to more disciplines. "Next time it will be theater plus ballet and music...then philosophy...then the visual arts," he says. "I hope this will be a good evocation of the cultural games of the ancient world." The program seems to jibe with Onassis's belief in encouraging creativity and in fostering the new-something Papadimitriou says benefits society more than simply rewarding someone for what he has already done. The program also dovetails with the Foundation's plan to build a performing arts center in Athens; a $6.5-million plot of land on Syngrou Avenue has already been purchased for the center.
Papadimitriou takes great pride in finally introducing the element of competition into the Foundation's prizes, something Onassis certainly would have applauded. But he says he also derives great satisfaction from having created a Foundation that, in its broad strokes and in its details, is true to Onassis's vision.
"In his will, Onassis outlines the Foundation in general terms. The specifics and its administration were left entirely up to me. He wanted it and he approved it, but he recognized that I knew administration better than him. It is my pride that the Foundation has passed the acid test, that 22 years after Onassis's death, the Foundation works and performs as it does," he says.
The Roussel Factor
The Foundation was not the only "heir" Onassis placed in Papadimitriou's care. In his will, the tycoon also put his daughter's share of the estate under the Foundation's management, asking him to look after Christina "as his sister."
The obligation has weighed heavily on Papadimitriou, for whom Onassis was both mentor and father. ("I am a child of Onassis," he says. "My father died when I was 13. Onassis was a father to me.") It has also put him at the center of a dispute that, to his annoyance, detracts from the Foundation's work.
Papadimitriou warned Onassis that Christina would never agree to her father's terms and that the will would place Papadimitriou at odds with her. Contrary to his fears, his fight was never with Christina, who, like her father, came to regard Papadimitriou as a confidant.
"After Onassis died, we divided everything up into two lots, A and B. In the presence of a notary public Christina chose B," he says. "The moment she did, she turned to us and said, 'Okay, now I am giving my assets back to you to manage. Not because my father says I have to, but because of me. I'm the boss.' So we agreed to manage her fleet along with her other assets." (Christina subsequently asked them to ease her out of shipping. "At the time, there was a crisis in shipping and she was not a person that had a long-term view," Papadimitriou says.)
But since Christina's death in Buenos Aires in 1988, Papadimitriou has been famously at odds with Thierry Roussel. The nasty battle, fought in the courtrooms of Greece and Switzerland, has all the elements of a Sidney Sheldon bestseller.
In her will, also drawn up by Papadimitriou, Christina left the bulk of her estate to Athina. The will is structured to shield Athina's fortune from Roussel, about whom Christina had increasingly expressed doubts. The row between the two sides began immediately after Christina's death when Roussel, unaware she had had Papadimitriou draw up a new will, publicly claimed he was now in charge of the Onassis fortune.
Relations between Roussel and the Greek trustees have deteriorated as the Frenchman has stepped up his efforts to win control of Athina's patrimony. In 1996, he took the dispute public, openly accusing the trustees of mismanagement and embezzlement. Papadimitriou and the others retaliated in kind, publicly revealing the extra amounts paid out to Roussel over the years for commitments he has failed to meet, such as Greek-language lessons for Athina (for which Roussel reportedly has been given $2 million). Reporters, meanwhile, have dug up old reports of Roussel's checkered economic past and of massive debts from failed ventures such as a strawberry farm in Portugal.
"It all started with Roussel," says Papadimitriou, who insists the Foundation loathes publicity but must defend itself. "He has two weaknesses: One, he likes the press and, second, he is very fond of litigation. From day one, he has been in litigation against us." An Athens court has cleared the Greek trustees of mismanagement allegations, while another petition to a Swiss court to have the Greek trustees removed has been tainted by the trustees' allegations of judicial conspiracy. Roussel did not respond to Odyssey's request for an interview.
Matters of Succession
The Foundation and Athina's trust are separate patrimonies, but the dispute with Roussel has cast a pall over the Foundation for the past two years, if only because of the confusion that arises from the involvement of the same people on both boards. Papadimitriou says that even though Roussel has tried to undermine the Foundation by claiming it is on the verge of bankruptcy, he has failed "because people in the world of finance are more serious than people who aren't...and they know our assets." Papadimitriou hints that Roussel's campaign might have a different purpose.
"If Athina's money exists today it is because of us," he says of the Greek trustees. "Roussel's real dispute is against his daughter...to get more money. All his attempts were either claims against his daughter...or to compel us to give up and say: 'What is this business distracting us from our job? Take it!' and leave, as all the relatives have done."
One thing Papadimitriou is not is a quitter. Nor is the row with Roussel solely about money; for Papadimitriou it also seems to be a battle for the heart and mind of the young girl who, under the Foundation's statutes, could become its president when she turns 21.
Ironically, it was not Onassis who made the Foundation bearing his son's name a family affair.
"He did not want Christina as president...he would have turned in his grave," Papadimitriou says. "We made Christina president. Onassis didn't wish any member of his family to be president or vice president or whatever. Nowhere in his will does he say that Christina or any descendant will become president. He chose the strongest from among his associates. We made her president out of respect for him, but I don't believe he would have appreciated it."
Today Papadimitriou expresses regret at Christina's appointment, even though the Foundation's board did not grant her any powers.
"Under our statutes, the president has only such power as the board gives him. Ioannis Georgakis (Papadimitriou's predecessor) had the prizes and the scholarships-nothing else. Christina, when she was president, had zero. It was an honorary post, but even that can become a burden on the Foundation," he says.
The Foundation's continued growth has created new demands on its overseers.
"The president has gradually acquired a role that far exceeds the requirements of a common human being," Papadimitriou asserts, before qualifying his solipsism. "I'm not saying I'm uncommon, but simply that you have to be able to speak with heads of state and have the culture necessary to speak with professors, authors, and artists...and also know how to make money. Otherwise, you have to compromise and have a figurehead president with a real one behind, as was the case with Christina. Is this to the Foundation's benefit? I don't think so."
As with Christina, Athina would not become president by right. But she does have, in legal terms, the "expectation" that she may chair the foundation's board-provided its members believe she has the education and ability to fulfill the president's basic duties. "The statutes and bylaws make clear that more is needed than the desire to serve as president," says Papadimitriou. "Really, all of us would have liked Athina to become the Foundation's president subject to her Hellenism being maintained, subject to her education being tip-top, and her culture also being good."
His description of the post's basic qualifications seems a tall order, even for someone groomed for the job. And clearly Athina is not. This is a major source of friction between Papadimitriou, who laments the lack of attention to her cultural upbringing and education, and Roussel, who says he does not wish his daughter to be a "wise monkey."
Bemoaning Athina's Lack of Greekness
Since Christina's death, Athina has been raised by Roussel and his Swedish wife, Marianne Landhage, a former model. Gaby, as she is nicknamed, and Roussel were married in 1990; they have three children, one of whom were born while Roussel was still married to Christina.
As Roussel's war with the Foundation has heated up, he has intensified his campaign through the media to showcase Athina as enjoying a happy, "normal" upbringing. Photo spreads in Paris-Match and Hello and interviews aired on Greek television show a beaming Athina either on her horse, Arco, or playing with her parents and siblings.
Neither Papadimitriou nor anyone else has questioned Athina's happiness. What seems to have irked them is the lack of any preparation for assuming responsibility for the billions to come under her control in just five years.
Athina's Greek background seems to have been deliberately neglected; she is said to speak five languages, but Greek is not among them. In her 13 years, Athina has spent a grand total of 17 days in Greece, mostly in isolation on Skorpios.
Roussel has enlisted his daughter in getting across the message to the media that this is because Athina wishes it so. In recent interviews with Italy's Oggi and France's Le Figaro, she has been quoted as saying that she does not want to bear the name Onassis and that she hates Greece because the media's attention makes it like a prison for her. "I want to forget the name Onassis," she told Oggi. Of her grandfather, she said simply: "He was rich. He was loved. I don't know much of him." Roussel has demanded that the Foundation's trustees not use the name Onassis when addressing his daughter.
But Papadimitriou finds such statements preposterous. "Greece is not a small thing that Athina can reject," he says, visibly agitated by both statements. "We would have liked for the only granddaughter of Onassis to be worthy of the name. I'm not saying she should hate the French or the Roussel family. But she should show due respect for her grandfather, for her mother, and their country."
Papadimitriou is careful not to blame Athina for this. "Much to my distress, I see this is not happening. I do not hold the girl responsible. I hold the father and the stepmother responsible. Greece will not be lost if Athina is not Greek or doesn't feel Greek. Because 'Greek' is not a matter of nationality or blood; 'Greek' is a matter of mentality. And the kind of mentality Athina is acquiring is not Greek."
And what is his concept of being Greek? "It is the way I brought up my children and the way I was brought up. First of all, to be respectful of my ancestors," says Papadimitriou. "And second, to cherish education and to try to acquire it."
He is convinced that Athina is not encouraged to learn. By way of example, he refers to an interview on Greek TV in which she responds to polite, yet persistent questioning about her favorite subject by saying she doesn't like school or lessons but only likes horses. At first glance, Papadimitriou's argument may seem flimsy-many kids often say they hate school. But displaying some sensitivity to child psychology, he says such assertions are usually made to friends or other intimates and are not meant to be taken seriously. The TV interview was a formal situation in which most children would have been very concerned about making a good impression.
"She could have said 'I like music' or 'I like reading a book' or 'I like a movie'," Papadimitriou insists. "And when Roussel says 'I'm happy that my daughter is not becoming a wise monkey'-would you say that to your daughter? He's saying he doesn't have respect for education." Yet in spite of all this, Papadimitriou does not seem to have given up hope on the upbringing of Athina, whom he has met three or four times. He appears smug when he says that he may try to save her education at a later stage, but won't reveal how.
Only the Foundation Will Remain
Regardless of whether the trustees are successful in bringing Athina back into the Onassis fold, the Foundation will ensure that the Greek tycoon's legacy survives.
"All the Foundation's staff, all the people who work here, have a sense of mission. And that sense of mission does not concern Onassis. He wouldn't have liked us to serve him or to just propagate his name; he was a decent man. The mission is to do good work. We are pleased to be able to make money and distribute it to public-benefit projects," he says.
The Foundation's mission may not be to serve Onassis as such, but his legacy is being perpetuated through the centers and programs that bear his name, and through the Foundation's thriving shipping business.
Even Papadimitriou, who may still feel that seeing Athina one day at the helm of the Foundation will fulfill his duty to Onassis's vision, seems to be reconciling himself to the possibility that Christina may have been the last Onassis.
"I'm wiser now than I was 23 years ago, much wiser in this sense. Whatever will be left from Onassis will not come from his life or his granddaughter," he says. "What will remain forever is this Foundation."

Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Life of Aristotle Onassis


1. Introduction
2. The Escape from Smirne
3. The New World
4. The Penelope and the Socrates
5. The Liberty Fleet and the OPM Technique
6. Colombo's Egg
7. Whale Hunting
8. From the Sea to the Sky
9. The Decay


1. Introduction
The life and character of Aristotle Onassis, in many ways, exhibited strong similarities to that of the Greek mythological figure Odysseus. Although never a passionate reader, Aristotle was fascinated by the story of Odysseus -- about his eternal journey in search of chimera and adventures and his ultimate return to his native country to reign in peace on his people. This character always attracted him as he felt the sense of a similar destiny and that he, as did Odysseus, knew how to exist above all will.
Ari was brought up in an environment consumed by the rigorous principles of the Orthodox Church. But inside him, there remained only a deep religious sense of man as he grew older, a sense that respects the strength of superior events while de-emphasizing the will of a god or the lords in determining most matters. Ari was one to never escape the fight and to spends all his energies consumed in an eternal struggle.
His stellar performance as a businessman was surely linked to this component of his character, to the aggressiveness of a man who was willing to win at any price. He was born in Smirne, from where we believe Homer has originated. After Smirne was occupied by the Turks, he ended up in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Here he succeeded in a few years to gain his fated first million. As he went down the path of success with the logic of narcissus, sure of always going the right way and often times feeling omnipotent, he faced rivals and courts of justice, democracies and colonels. Few people in their lives have come across such a crescendo of power.
He frequented exclusive night clubs and restaurants all over the world. Whether over the phone or on a cruise ship, he fostered a profitable business with his flair and vibrant personality. The particulars of his business negotiations, of course, were carried out in offices somewhere in Europe or the United States. But it was his personality that fascinated those around him. He always seemed to tread the fine line between self-egocentrism and vulnerability. This unique combination formed the nucleus of his character and resulted in a remarkable mix of vitality and melancholy. He was a protagonist of the financial world, but fate was not to permit him to reap only happiness from life. That story by Odysseus that he truly loved, also depicted the punishment of the man who had challenged the omnipotence and authority of the lords. Similar to Prometheus who in life had reached the highest aims, Ari was ultimately akin to the son precipitated on the ground in the legend of Icarus. Onassis did indeed spend the last two years of his life fighting without enthusiasm and devoid of hope.
2. The Escape from Smirne
Aristotle's father, Socrates, moved with his brothers to Anatolia, in Smirne, from inside the country. Although not the oldest of his brothers, Socrates was the most charismatic and effectively fulfilled the role as head of the family. They had moved to Smirne originally due to pure chance when a team of engineers and typographers had invaded the village of Moutalasski to concentrate on the new Berlin-Baghdad railway and spoke of the wonderful economic opportunities in Smirne.
Socrates Onassis and his brothers became inebriated by the city's atmosphere. They recognized the existence of the economic opportunities as they witnessed the carpets, tobacco, cotton, dried-fig, wood, raisins, and other goods that passed through the port. Socrates found commerce to be an extremely prosperous sector of business and, after an apprenticeship with a Jewish merchant near Bohar Benadava, he rented a small store at the port and opened an import-export business. He experienced extremely good business and, in a year, moved to a building in the Han del Gran Visir in the business center of the city. He also rented another store in a strategic location near the railway and the port in Daragaz.
Although his business activity eventually spanned many diverse trades, Socrates was essentially a dealer of tobacco. In the meantime, all his brothers, Alexander, Homer and Vasili, were engaged in their family affairs and their business reputations were also expanding. In fact, Homer and Alexander began to take a keen interest in politics as their reputation flourished. Soon thereafter, Socrates decided to get married, considering the social position he had already achieved, and to return to the village. He chose to marry Penelope Dologu, the daughter of a village notable. Not yet 17 years of age, the bride courageously and intelligently adapted herself to her duties and gave birth to two sons, Artemide and Aristotle. At this time, the year was 1900 and racially-spurred political strife with Turkey was rapidly fomenting.
In 1909, during a time of nationalist hostility at the hands of the Turks, a personal tragedy struck Socrates' family. Penelope died of kidney failure, leaving a sad void in the family. Socrates ultimately remarried, bringing a very good stepmother to Penelope's sons. But to Aristotle, no one would ever love him as his mother Penelope did. Surrounded by women including the stepmother, the grandmother Getsemani and the three sisters (two were born from the second marriage), Ari grew up in a world where religion was an important obligation; in fact, if it weren't for the presence of his uncle Alexandro, perhaps Ari would have set off towards an ecclesiastic career. However, his uncle inculcated in him the passion of life, that taste of struggle and the sense that challenge is highly respected in a Greek world. These passions dominated the rest of Ari's life.
As World War I progressed and the nations began to divide the spoils of war, the Greek reoccupation of Smirne was encouraged. However, on August 26th 1927, the troops of Kemal Pascia entered and conquered the region without meeting much Greek resistance. Only a few days before, Socrates had brought his son Ari into the office and together they wisely burned the documents recognizing the political activity of Alexander. However, his prudence did not keep him from being arrested and thrown into a concentration camp. The family was transported to another camp in the island of Lesbos and only Ari was saved from this travesty. After deceptively lying about his age and suggesting that he was only 16 years old, Ari convinced the military figures that he was to young to go to a camp. Ari somehow found the strength and the necessary inventiveness to organize an escape and successfully liberated his father from the concentration camp.
3. The New World
Ari's grandmother Getsemani had always told him to remember that "men have to construct their destiny." After his father's liberation, Ari didn't see in his native country any bond strong enough to keep him there. With 250 dollars in his pocket and a valid permit for a journey into a country of new colonization, Ari set out for Argentina. He started so with a third-class ticket in the middle of thousands of emigrants, tight between the hold and the deck, the voyage towards life and his destiny of man.
But Ari was different that all the other desperate fugitives who had lost their country and, with it, their identities. The main distinction between them was Ari's love for victory, his clearness of objectives, and his unfettered determination. He subsequently found work as a telephone operator with the help of some Greeks and, on this occasion, he once again falsified his date of birth, this time making himself six years older so that he could legally hold a job. His work gave him economic stability and a better business sense. When work was slow, Ari would read the financial pages for the London and New York stock exchanges and eventually he put his knowledge into a speculative investment which paid $700 in handsome returns. He bought a new wardrobe and began to frequent the night clubs in new fashion.
In his search for "perfection," Ari became tuned into the cultural aspects of the region and it was for this reason that he attended the opera in which Claudia Muzio was the soprano interpreter. It was by no means an easy courtship but Ari ultimately succeeded in becoming Claudia's lover. Claudia opened up the doors of Buenos Aires to Ari and his destiny started to change.
As he continued his work as a telephone operator, another brilliant idea came to him. He envisioned the tobacco of the orient spreading rapidly in Argentina and he wrote his father with a proposal to ship him tobacco for a contracted rate. He was convinced that Turkish tobacco, more so that Cuban tobacco, would appeal to the female public in Argentina. The deal was more complicated than Ari anticipated, however. Apparently, at this time, women smoked only in private and not in public, so his orders were initially limited. Ari decided to persist when no one bought his tobacco and he opted to open up a cigarette production line himself. He produced two types, "Osman" and "Primeros", and thousands of dollars in profits started to come in. With the help of his cousins Kosta and Niko Konialidis, he enlarged the business to that of import and export.
Unfortunately, Ari was soon informed by Kostas that taxes on goods of importation from countries that didn't have trade agreements with Greece would have a one thousand percent increase. Ari immediately understood the danger that such an increase would pose to the Greek government. Naturally the danger included all of Onassis' personal business. Ari painted the reality to the Greek government in a memorandum stressing how the new taxes would ruin the sea trade. This memorandum for the Greek government didn't effect the increase towards Argentina. He was given the appointment to the Greek consulate in Argentina.
Home-sickness and sweet nostalgia was pervasive in Ari's mind afterwards. The memory of the sea and the port, the scent of mimosa and jasmine, the bread fresh out of the oven, the ship's siren sound, the steam engines and the orchestra music, the folk-songs and the smell of coffee that reminded him of his infancy and the love for his native city. This sense of nostalgia began to consume him. Ari wasn't a sailor and didn't have the instincts of a sailor, but was a native of a Greek sea-city and poured out all his feelings onto a project to obtain some whips containing his name, his flag, and his colors.
The ship offered Ari the opportunity to free himself from the ghosts of his dreams interrupted from his youth; it offered him a coherent symbol of his might and aims to embody the myth of Odysseus in his lifetime--the eternal traveler pushed to discover the limits of the world. As a ship owner, Ari started a seemingly endless adventure, awesome in dimension, to experience a continued mix of success and defeat and the strength of the human character.
4. The Penelope and the Socrates
Ari arrived at a crossroads in his life. The gains he earned with tobacco was still insufficient to satisfy his heavy aspirations. Ambitious and avidly aware of his own talent, he noted while carrying the function as Consul how fascinating the world of the sea is. As Consul, he enjoyed resolving ships' problems in port, and had the energy to grasp the situations behind sea-transportation and maximizing shipping profits.
Having decided to find ships at any cost, he started a voyage of Europe in order to find the "lost ship." He returned from Europe unconvinced of what he had seen, but Kostas, his inseparable friend and perpetual businessman, found a "possibility" in Canada.
Onassis left immediately. The ships were anchored on the Saint Lawrence River and belonged to the Canadian National Steamship Company, a subsidiary of the Canadian National Railways. The company was resolved to selling the various ships, weighing anywhere from 8.5 and 10 thousand tons, at scrap-metal prices. Onassis examined the ships, and made his own estimates. He offered to buy six ships each for 20 thousand dollars apiece. The company had wanted to sell only two ships, but relented; Onassis was finally a ship owner, and he promptly installed his cousin into a brand new office and designated Nikos Konialidis his curator for naval business.
The first two ships released from the yard after the acquisition were names after his parents Socrates Onassis and Penelope Onassis. With his soon-to-be legendary flair for business, Ari kept his ships in the yard until he judged market demand was right for their release. However, he had to make up the $120,000 that he had borrowed from various banks, and there was little room for error. When he thought that he had arrived at the right moment, his small armada sailed in low waters with a quantity of Canadian newspaper, the prestigious Daily Mirror of Lord Rothermer. The other transports followed one another and Onassis began to ameliorate his starting investment, but it was not easy.
Rotterdam was the sight of the new fleet's first troubles. The Onassis Penelope was stuck in port, blocked by the Port Authority because a Greek sailor was sick and had to be substituted with another Greek. The ship flew a Greek flag, and the crew needed to be completed in order to successfully transport the cargo. Ari went to Rotterdam, but his protests didn't yield many results. The ship had to unload the rest of its load in Copenhagen, which wasted valuable time. Ari dismissed the Consul, his old friend from school, with the phrase "come and see me tomorrow on board." The phrase seemed sublime, but the Consul had underestimated Onassis' mighty power as a man and deep desire to avoid defeats and losses. This was a classic example of Onassis' firm desire to succeed.
Ari called his legal advisors and Kostas Gratsos. His agents took only until that night to register the ship under the Flag of Panama. The morning after, the Greek Consul received a bottle of champagne on board the Penelope. Accompanying the champagne was a note informing him to take the Greek flag with him, for he was now on board a Panamese ship, signed by Ari. The changing of the flag, an immediate resolution to a nagging problem, revealed itself as Ari's winning card. He started a practice which many ship owners soon followed. The advantages were undeniable, especially from a fiscal point of view. Taxes were nonexistent, the ship could now trade with any value, and was no longer subject to most exchange rules. The ship owner could now establish the number of the crew on the ground purely according to the ship's need, and these hirings were no longer carefully checked.
Onassis returned from his trip to Rotterdam, reassured that he had found the right solution. His joy was comparable to that of a great scientist that had just discovered a new formula and was busy preparing himself for greater successes.
5. The Liberty Fleet and the OPM Technique
"Ari's business," a nickname that originated in the United States and lasted for years, soon prospered. When the Second World War finished, Ari had lost neither a ship nor a man. He was proud of this result, for three of his ships were rented to the Naval Commission of the United States, which yielded him $250,000 a year. Meanwhile, his oil tankers, long sequestered in Scandinavia, were now free from their forced anchorage. Ari had planned to build the world's first oil tanker of tonnage greater than 9000 tons, and gave the project to a Swedish firm. So was launched the Aristo and Aristofaneus of 15,000 tons each.
Unfortunately, the beginning of the war had caught these two ships in the neutral port of Goteborg, Sweden, and the Swedish government had sieged these ships as a symbol of its complete neutrality in the war. They were now free to carry their cargoes for Onassis.
Now he was being offered one of the greatest business opportunities of the post-war world. The United States Naval Commission put the Liberty Ships that were built during the war on sale. The price was established at $550,000, of which $125,000 could be used as a down payment, with the rest coming in 7 years at 3% interest.
Many ship owners were skeptical on the construction techniques used on these boats, but Ari's opinion was that they would be a good investment. His problem was that he didn't have the money for the 16 Liberty Ships he had intended to buy, so he applied for a bank loan. His technique was quite a bit risky; for, before actually receiving the money from the bank, he contracted transports of coal in South America, France, and Germany on ships that he didn't own. He then used these contracts as a guarantee to the banks, who gave him his money.
He used a different method to buy the T2 oil tankers that the navy put on sale for 1,500,000 each. As the principle clause of the sale, however, the tankers must be sold to an American citizen. Ari avoided this obstacle by creating an American company, United States Petroleum Carriers, with American shareholders. The government sold the new company four oil tankers. The next day, Onassis and his men anonymously took over the shares of the company that fell under the control of Ari.
Onassis' best invention, however, was the O.P.M. (Other People's Money). This idea wasn't originally created by Ari, even though he was a pioneer in the field. Credit for this innovation goes to Daniel Ludwig, a Michigan businessman. The bank refused a loan that would provide for the conversion of a transport ship into a tanker. However, Daniel had an idea; he could give a guarantee to the bank on an oil tanker that he already possessed, while he could use the profits from his transports as an identity to the bank.
The solution to this problem loan was actually simple and ingenious. Daniel Ludwig by now had perfected this technique, and defined it himself as the O.P.M. He asked the bank for a loan towards the construction of new ships but did not change the way he used the ships he already owned. The loan had to be deferred in different payments in order to permit the banks to be repaid before the new ships were actually built. The loan's guarantee came from the profits of the ships already on the water.
The banks called the operation of O.P.M. "card at double-name," for they possessed a double guarantee on their loans. Ludwig grew rich, but he never became a big ship owner. He invested the money he obtained in different areas, with the notable exception of shipping, and although his fleet was bigger than that of Onassis or Niarhos, did not play an important role in the industry.
6. Colombo's Egg
To be a ship owner now came to mean that you must love a risk on your own trade while carefully watching the fluctuations of the market. Of utmost importance is the oil-tanker's market, where a ship owner had to be ready to play the market if the right situation arose. Onassis used 30% of his fleet on the demands of the market, allotting these ships to be ready if the market was right. The other 70% was reserved for charters, or long journeys, that lasted a minimum of three years.
Ari used the mechanism of his charter to maximize the loans he received from the bank. In his hands, the O.P.M. transformed into a valuable instrument with notable advantages. By using the breach in the accord between Onassis and the First National Bank, Ari financed an entire fleet of oil tankers that made him the most famous ship owner in the world. In 1946, Onassis married Tina Livanos, a Greek with American citizenship, and established a home in New York. He was determined to gain respectability in the United States. In order to do this, he had to build his ships in the US. Ultimately, his plan was to bring millions of dollars into the American economy and to build super oil tankers in American yards.
Ari carefully sought out the right man to head up this task, and his search eventually led him to Harry Haggerty. Haggerty was Treasurer of Metropolitan Life Insurance, a huge company with capital exceeding 250 million. Haggerty was at first excited with the possibility, but in the end he could not agree to join an industry in which he understood little of the nuances. His negative answer did not discourage Ari, but encouraged him to try harder.
The principle obstacle lied in the fact that in agreements of charter, it was expected that if the ship would fail to complete its service, the charter would not be paid. The bank was not encouraged by the charter system, especially this particular lack of guaranty. Onassis fought this by changing his headquarters for the oil tanker company, which encouraged independent fleets to transport their product.
In effect, the oil tanker companies tried to keep the monopoly of the petroleum industry, from extraction to transportation. The transportation was wherein the problem was. In order to monopolize this facet of petroleum, the oil tanker companies had to put up huge amounts of collateral that would restrict their other activities, and subsequently added much risk to this venture. Understanding the situation and playing his cards well, Ari talked with the owners of the Socony Oil Company. He explained to them the bank's apprehension to finance, which they new little about. He told them that it was right that the companies that knew the field well and had drawn up a contract while knowing their risk, in veritas minimum, could be supported by the company and not the bank.
Ari's strength of persuasion was strong, considering his ship's solid reputation and his charismatic personality. What made his persuasion even stronger was the fact that he had covered all possible damages of his ships for the next three months. Everything was going well, but Onassis was hungry for more. He soon got it. During the period of charter, usually five years, he accumulated day-by-day periods termed "dead," that at the end of the charter became several months. It was in this period that Onassis attained a formidable idea, that he could change the accords between ship owners, companies, and financiers. His proposal went like this: "The need of my ships is very urgent; I propose a contract of charter that assures the payment for a ton and a month, for 60 months, that includes in the payment the dead periods without reducing the costs."
Before raising an objection, Ari proposed his counter-item; he would himself undertake a financing of the company for each dead period a double service. Periods longer than three months were covered in his assurance. Onassis was in the habit of illustrating his arguments with examples of comparisons; the powerful oil tanker companies could respect his ships that loded where he lives and for whom he is engaged to pay the rent. If the lodger was Rockefeller, and the house had a roof of gold or leaked was irrelevant. If the lodger accepted that he would have to pay the rent, that would be enough for anyone to lend money to the house. The ship situation was the same thing.
Socony accepted the proposal, which was an inevitable conclusion given the formula, and their assurance to pay with the low and the high tide, gave the financial society absolute security. This agreement established a new principal in marine financing. Wall Street could not avoid the financial sense of this accord; it opened a new field of investment, where banks' skepticism towards the market fell. In naval terms, one can say that after a long period of pitching, the naval financiers took the sea and reached two billion dollars in a short period of time. Ari had found Colombo's egg, but he loved to say to himself that his role in the accord yielded 40 million dollars.
7. Whale Hunting
"He killed only blue whales today, it has to be a secret," Bruno Schilaghecke wrote in his diary. He was a German sailor on board the Olympic Challenger Whaler, the flag-ship of Lars Andersen's fleet, the best whalers in the world. The adventure of the whaler had been ordained to fail by both the captain and the ship owner. The project "whaler" was born under such circumstances, as the usual Colombo's egg that resolves all such difficult situations.
When it became difficult to build ships in the United States, Ari went to Hamburg, Germany, where before the war he had ordered his super oil tankers to examine the situation of the Hamburg shipyards. The German economy readily received the ordering of ships, but the Potsdam Accords limited ships built to 115 tons.
Ari was disappointed, but Kostas Gratsos came through with a loophole. In the Potsdam Accords, it was written that Germany could enlarge its fleet of whalers, which created an empty space in a profitable market. But there was something else; it was not prohibited in German shipyards to convert preexisting ships. The connection was obvious. The oil tanker T2 Herman Whiton quickly became the largest whaler in the world, while The Olympic Challenger passed through 17 Canadian and British corvettes that formed a convoy to cross the Atlantic. The corvettes were naturally designed for hunting.
This started a new challenge for Onassis, a challenge far different from others, for Ari now knew how to play with loaded dice. He knew he had chosen a captain who was a Norwegian that had collaborated with the Nazis. Through this man, he enlisted 14 Norwegian artillerymen, including Lars Andersen, experienced in whale butchering. With a crew that had these qualifications, there was no problem passing the ship off as a whaler.
Given the scruples of a team of this type relative to the respect for international rules, the safeguard for the survival of the species - limiting whale captures to 16 thousand a year - was pure illusion.
The Olympic Challenger began harpooning whales a month prior to the opening of the season and did not distinguish between little sperm-whales and whales that were still just forming. Pieces of meat from the 124 dead whales lay still on the ship's deck. No one was at all grown up about it. Without any sensibility, they killed everything under the gun. These are the words of Bruno Schlaghecke, from the international commission for the hunting of whales, which bring forth his decisive evidence in the action against the Onassis fleet.
In Ari's opinion, the whales were there for the sole purpose of being captured. The only rule he knew in business was the prificts etic and that the price of whale's oil rises uncommonly fast. There surely existed another component to his fury, above the logic of gain. It is here that we find his instincts as a hunter, the enjoyment of capturing and destroying his prey. The first shipment produced 4,200.00 dollars and the massacre continued undisturbed for another 3 years until 1954.
That was a year of risk for the whalers. With the arctic zone now exhausted, the whalers moved along Peru's coast where an absurd limit was posed: In his territorial waters, where he exercised a fool military and administrative sovereignty, he moved within 200 miles of the coast. The actual limit was about 405 miles. The United States, United Kingdom, and Norway, the biggest producers of whale oil, protested and even without a written document, it seemed that Peru would not defend the imposed limit.
Onassis's fleet was navigating towards Peru, hardly exceeding the Panama canal, when the Peruvian newspaper organized an alarmist press campaign against his whalers. Acting with prudence this time, Onassis decided to stay out and ordered the captain to keep his ship to the limit of 200 miles. By now, he had already accumulated 60 thousand barrels of oil and captured 580 whales in the Arctic zone. On November 15, convinced by second-hand information that Onassis' ships had crossed the limit, sent an ambassador to intimidate the flag-ship and invited it to head for Lima. Instead, the ship continued on the sea and was fired upon by machine guns and bombed. The Captain Reichbert surrendered: the boarded ship was convoyed with 4 hunting ships in the port of Lima. The rest of the fleet was refuged in Panama. The result of the attack was discouraging - 400 sailors in prison and 5 ships sequestered.
The next day, the newspaper had a rich discussion of the matter. Nothing else helped Ari more than being attacked: the step was short from being "monster" that kills to victim of a conspiracy. The authoritative "The Times" of London, struck by a news conference held by Ari in "Claridge," wrote that the Panama's flag of Onassis' ships could be seen as that of freedom. So it seemed that the black flag of pirates depended on how you looked at it. This happened in the middle of November. At the end of the month, the supreme court fined the Olympic wh