The Old Money Wife Whose Secret Destroyed A Presidential Campaign: Bunny Mellon (Documentary)

[00:00:00]At 99 years old, sitting in a Virginia farmhouse she had spent 50 years arranging for no one to see, Rachel Lambert Melon opened a copy of the New York Times and read her own name on the front page. The most discreet rich woman in America had become overnight a tabloid headline. $725,000 antique furniture, a presidential mistress, a federal investigation. She had built her entire life on four quiet words. Nothing should be noticed. And then [music] in the last act of a centuryl long performance, she had noticed someone. His name was John Edwards.

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[00:00:49]Chapter 1. The ays born to disappear.

[00:00:54]She was born in 1910 with a fortune already waiting for her. and she spent the next century arranging for nobody to see it. The date was the 9th of August, 1910. The town was Princeton, New Jersey. The child was a girl, the eldest of four. Her parents named her Rachel Lambert. Almost no one would ever call her that. From infancy, she was Bunny.

[00:01:16]The Lamberts of Princeton were a particular kind of American family. They were not new money in the brash sense.

[00:01:22]They were not old money in the aster sense. They were something in between.

[00:01:27]They were product money. The product was a bottle of yellow liquid that almost every American adult would eventually keep in a bathroom cabinet. The product was called Listerine. Bunny's grandfather, the chemist Jordan Wheat Lambert, had patented the formula in 1879. He had named it after the British surgeon Joseph Listister, who had pioneered antiseptic surgery. For more than 30 years, Listerine was sold quietly to dentists [music] and to doctors as a wash for wounds. The Lambert Pharmarmacol Company made a respectable living from it. The family had a comfortable house. They sent their sons to good schools. They were rich without being famous. Then Bunny's father, Gerard Barnes Lambert, returned to the company in the early 1920s. He looked at the bottle. He looked at the bathroom shelves of America. He decided that the wash for surgical wounds could become the wash for ordinary mouths. He did not invent Listerine. He invented something more profitable. He invented a name for what would happen to you if you did not use it. The name was halattosis.

[00:02:30]The word was an old medical term for bad breath. The Lambert advertising department in the 1920s wrote a series of magazine campaigns built entirely around the social disgrace of halattosis. The most famous one ran with the line, "Always a bridesmaid, never a bride." The implication was clear. A young woman with bad breath would never marry. The cure cost a quarter at any drugstore. Sales of Listerin rose from around $115,000 in 1921 to over $8 million by 1928. The Lamberts became almost overnight one of the wealthiest families in the United States. By the time Bunny was a teenager, the family lived in a vast Princeton estate called Albamarl on a 100 acres with a stable, a swimming pool, and a private golf course. Her childhood was spent moving between Princeton, a St. Louis house, a Cape Cod retreat, and Long Island weekends. Money was the air she breathed. Money was never discussed. This was the first lesson of her life. Money was not in her family a subject of conversation. The fact of it was visible everywhere. The mention of it was nowhere. Bunny absorbed this lesson before she could read. The proper response to wealth was to spend it intelligently and to talk about almost anything else. The second lesson came at Foxcraftoft School in Middberg, Virginia. Foxcraftoft was and remains a Episcopal boarding school for the daughters of the Eastern American elite. The girls wore uniforms. They rode horses. [music] They learned French, music, deport, and the careful avoidance of vulgarity. The graduates of Foxcraftoft did not become career women.

[00:04:12]They became wives of senators and bankers and judges. They became the volunteer chairs of museums and hospitals. They became, in short, the invisible administrators of American power. Bunny took to it. By her late teens, she had a clear sense of what kind of woman she intended to be. She was not interested in being photographed. She was not interested in being known. She was interested deeply in the arrangement of beautiful things.

[00:04:37]She read horiculture. She studied gardens. She watched the older women in her family arrange flowers. and she watched the small daily errors they made, and she resolved that she would make none. She was already at 18, the woman she would be at 98, quiet, watchful, perfectionist, convinced in some place too deep for argument that wealth survived by being unspoken. In 1932, at the age of 22, she married a man named Stacy Barraftoft Lloyd Jr. He was a Princeton graduate, a banker, later a publisher, and a wartime intelligence officer. The wedding was small and formal. The bride wore a dress almost no photographer captured. The marriage was the first chapter of an adult life she intended to keep entirely her own.

[00:05:25]Chapter 2. A marriage that bought the bigger name. She had already been a wife and a mother before she made the decision that would multiply her fortune 10 times over. The first marriage produced two children. Stacy Lloyd III was born in 1936. Eliza Win Lloyd was born in 1942. The Lloyds moved between Princeton and a farm Stacy bought in Northern Virginia. Bunny began in those years the work that would occupy her for the rest of her life. She built gardens.

[00:05:57]She designed them, planted them, replanted them, and rebuilt them. She studied the great French and English horicultural traditions. She corresponded with botonists in Europe.

[00:06:08]The first version of her library began to take shape on Virginia bookshelves.

[00:06:12]The marriage to Stacy was by every later account affectionate but not deep. Stacy went to war in 1942 with the Office of Strategic Services which was the wartime predecessor of the Central Intelligence Agency. He served in Europe and North Africa. He returned home a changed man.

[00:06:30]The marriage did not survive the change.

[00:06:33]In 1947, after 15 years, Bunny and Stacy divorced. She did not stay single for long. By the time of the divorce, she had already been moving in the orbit of a man named Paul Melon. He was the son of Andrew William Melon, the United States Secretary of the Treasury under presidents Harding, Coolage, and Hoover.

[00:06:53]Paul had inherited not only money, but an empire of trust funds, foundations, art collections, and racing stables. He was a quiet, somewhat melancholy man, recently widowed himself. His first wife, Mary Conover Brown Melon, had died in 1946 after a riding accident. He was raising two small children alone. Bunny and Paul married on the 1st of May, 1948. The wedding was small, the press notice was small, the honeymoon was largely private. Almost no photograph of the event survives in any public archive. The marriage transformed her financial position. The Lambert money was already substantial. The Melon money was on another scale altogether. Paul Melon by the 1950s was one of the wealthiest men in the United States. A Fortune magazine ranking in 1957 placed him among the eight richest people in the country with a personal fortune estimated at between 400 and $500 million in the money of that year. In modern terms, that was a personal fortune of roughly $4 billion. The Melon family as a whole was estimated by the end of the 20th century to be worth between 11 and 12 billion. What this meant for Bunny was unrestricted resources. She did not need to ask Paul about money. She had her own. She also had access to his. The two of them together commanded a network of trusts, foundations, banks, and holding companies that could move sums of almost any size without conversation, without paperwork visible to outsiders, and without any need for explanation to anyone. The geography of her life expanded immediately. The Melons owned Oak Spring Farm, a 4,000 acre property near Upperville in Northern Virginia.

[00:08:36]The main house was a long low Greek revival cottage that Bunny would slowly remodel and surround with cottages, glass houses, stables, and eventually a library. They owned an oceanfront house at Osterville on Cape Cod. They owned an apartment on the upper east side of Manhattan. They built a beach house on Antigga with Gardens Bunny designed herself. They kept a residence in Paris.

[00:08:59]Two private Falcon jets moved them between these houses on a schedule no calendar published. This is where the philosophy of nothing should be noticed met its perfect test. Bunny had now married into one of the most visible names in American business and politics.

[00:09:14]The Melons had been on the covers of magazines for half a century. Andrew Melon had been hung in effigy in 1932 by farmers who blamed him for the depression. The family name carried weight. The expectation when the new Mrs. Paul Melon stepped into Pittsburgh society was that she would perform the role of the melon wife in public. She would host. She would parade. She would appear. She refused. She gave no interviews. She accepted no invitations to be photographed at events. She did not write a newspaper column. She did not lend her name to charity dinners.

[00:09:49]She did not chair committees that printed her name on letterhead. The new Mrs. Melon, in social terms, almost vanished. Inside the world that mattered to her, however, she did the opposite of vanishing. She began quietly to gather.

[00:10:03]She gathered art. She gathered horicultural books. She gathered the friendships that would define her later life. Within a few years of the marriage, she had become a person whose name was known intimately by a very small set of people who would never repeat it to outsiders. Among that set were the families of the eastern political establishment, the Roosevelts, the Herammans, the Achesens, the Kennedys, especially the Kennedys.

[00:10:32]Chapter 3. The woman who built a garden for a president. The phone call came at a Cape Cod picnic in 1961 and the president of the United States asked her over lunch to redesign a garden. The summer of 1961 was the first summer of the Kennedy administration. The young president had just returned from a state visit to Paris in Vienna. He had been received by Charl de Gaul. He had met with Nikita Kruch. He had walked through the great state gardens of the Eliza Palace and Shon Brun. He had come home thinking about the bare patch of lawn outside his own office. The rose garden of the White House in the early summer of 1961 was not a garden. It was, by every contemporary account, a thin sequence of hedges around a tired lawn. The plantings dated from the early 20th century. They were exhausted. The space had no clear shape. The president wanted somewhere he could hold ceremonies. He wanted somewhere distinguished foreign guests would not look at the way he had looked at the gardens of Europe. He raised it on a weekend visit to Hyannis Port. The Kennedys were house guests at the Melon property on Cape Cod. The conversation happened by Bunny's later recollection over lunch at her own table. The president asked Bunny what she thought of the White House gardens.

[00:11:47]Bunny told him exactly what she thought.

[00:11:50]The president asked whether she would redesign them. She accepted on the condition that her name would not appear on the project. Jackie agreed. The president agreed. The work began. Bunny took as her models the great French formal gardens of the 18th century. She sketched a central rectangular lawn flanked by deep flower beds. At the corners of the lawn, she placed crab apple trees. Along the borders, she planned magnolia, tulips, grape hyasin, primrose, and clipped boxwood. The planting was American. The structure was French. The whole thing was designed so that a president could walk out of the Oval Office and into a space that flattered the building, the photographers, and the moment. She supervised it personally. She made trips between Virginia and Washington for months. She walked the dimensions herself. She altered the proportions of the beds three times. She wrote notes by hand and burned them when the work was done. The rose garden was unveiled on the 24th of April, 1962.

[00:12:51]The first ceremony held there was the swearing in of Anthony Celebr as Secretary of Health, Education, and Welfare. Photographs of the new garden appeared in newspapers across the country. The credit, where any credit appeared, went to Mrs. Kennedy. Bunny was not named. That was how she wanted it. In the months that followed, she designed the East Garden as well. That garden was renamed the Jqueline Kennedy Garden by Pat Nixon in 1965.

[00:13:20]It also bore no melon attribution. Here in the spring of 1962, Bunny Melon arrived at a particular American power.

[00:13:28]She was now the unofficial gardener of the executive branch. She was the trusted friend of the first lady. She was the invisible designer of the most photographed garden in the world. She had achieved the precise kind of influence she wanted, which was influence without acknowledgement. The friendship with Jackie deepened. The two women shared an aesthetic. They shared a faith in privacy. They shared in a way that few outside their circle understood, a politics of taste. They believed that the curation of beautiful things was itself a form of public service. They believed that public service required the suppression of ego.

[00:14:03]They believed that the best work was done without a signature. Jackie called Bunny constantly. The letters between them, some of which would surface after Bunny's death, were intimate, funny, sharp, and almost entirely focused on practical questions of decoration, planting, and entertaining. The two women dined together at Oak Spring. The two women dined together at the White House. The two women dined together in Newport, in Hyannis, in Manhattan. The president was friendly to Bunny, but distant. He used her gardens. He used her aesthetic eye. He did not draw her into politics. That was not what she was for. What she was for in the first two years of the Kennedy administration was the construction of an image. The young handsome president, the beautiful young first lady, the flowering garden outside the Oval Office, the state dinners with Chilini Silver and Chateau Margo, the whole American Camelot that became, in retrospect almost too perfectly composed to be true. The composition was Bunny's as much as anyone's. Jackie set the direction. Bunny built the rooms and planted the beds. The president walked through them. And then in the early afternoon of the 22nd of November, 1963 in Dallas, Texas, the president was shot.

[00:15:23]Chapter 4. A friendship strong enough to bury a president. When the call came from Dallas on the 22nd of November, 1963, Bunny was the second person Jackie asked for after the priest. The hours after the assassination were a blur for almost everyone who lived through them. The flight back from Dallas, the blood on the pink suit, the swearing in of Lynden Johnson on the plane, the arrival at Andrews Air Force Base, [music] the autopsy at Bethesda Naval Hospital, the lying in state in the East Room. Through all of it, Jackie did what almost no one else in her position would have managed.

[00:16:00]She thought about the design. She thought about the funeral procession.

[00:16:04]She thought about the riderless horse.

[00:16:06]She thought about the boot turned backwards in the stirrup, the old cavalry tradition signaling a fallen leader. She thought about the Cortez.

[00:16:14]She thought about the muffled drums. She thought about the grave site at Arlington and what would be planted around it. Bunny was on the phone almost from the first hour. She was in Washington within a day. She and Jackie worked side by side on what the grave site would look like. They walked the slope at Arlington. They chose the position. They chose the orientation.

[00:16:34]They chose the granite for the central stone. Bunny designed the planting. She specified the New England granite around the stone from which the perpetual flame would rise. She selected the trees that would encircle the site. She supervised the layout in the cold November weather of 1963 with a precision that startled the Arlington staff. The grave was open to the public on the 15th of March 1967 after the formal dedication of the permanent design. The friendship between the two women, already deep, became permanent. Jackie left the White House in 1964 and entered a long period of grief and reinvention. She moved to New York. She raised her two children. She became against her will the most photographed woman in the world. She married Aristotle Onasses in October 1968. She moved between New York, Athens, Scorpios, and Paris. Bunny was a constant through all of it. She stayed at Scorpios. She crossed the Atlantic to be with Jackie when Onasis died in March 1975.

[00:17:37]She listened. She advised, she did not gossip. When Jackie wanted to build a house on Martha's Vineyard in the early 1980s, Bunny introduced her to the architect Hugh Newell Jacobson. When Jackie was diagnosed with non-hodkin lymphoma in early 1994, Bunny was among the small group of friends who visited her at the apartment on Fifth Avenue in the final weeks.

[00:18:00]Jackie died on the 19th of May, 1994.

[00:18:03]Bunny attended the funeral in New York and returned to Virginia. Here is one of the scale paragraphs that frames the whole life. Across the 33 years between the Cape Cod picnic and Jackie's funeral, Bunny had redesigned the White House Rose Garden, designed the Jquelin Kennedy Garden, planted the Kennedy grave site at Arlington, designed elements of the United States Embassy Gardens in Paris, helped advise on the John F. Kennedy Library landscape, and conducted a private correspondence with Jackie that ran to thousands of letters.

[00:18:34]Across the same period, Bunny had also become the principal collector of horicultural books in the United States with a library that would eventually exceed 19,000 objects. She had purchased Rothkco's deborns, a Picasso, a Sesan, Schlumbberger jewels, and a fancy vivid blue diamond of 9.75 carats. The total value of what she and Paul had assembled by the late 1990s was estimated by their own staff in the high hundreds of millions of dollars. Almost none of it was visible to anyone outside the closed circle of Oak Spring. This is the central paradox of her life. The greater her influence grew, the more invisible she became. The more important she was inside Washington, the less anyone outside the closed rooms of Washington could name her. By the time Jackie died in the spring of 1994, Bunny was 83 years old. She had survived almost every friend of her youth. She had outlived two husbands. She had outlived the president of the United States. She had outlived the first lady. She had outlived Jackie. What she had not yet outlived was her own daughter. Paul Melon died on the 1st of February, 1999 at Oakr at the age of 91. He left the bulk of his collection to the National Gallery of Art and to the Yale Center for British Art. He left a substantial residue to Bunny. The marriage of 51 years ended with the same understatement it had begun with. The press notices were brief. The funeral was private.

[00:20:04]Bunny was now alone in the long low house in Virginia with a hundred staff and a library full of books and a garden full of plants and very few people left who had known her before 1948. She continued to work. She continued to read. She continued to plant. She continued to write letters. She was about to enter the strangest decade of her life.

[00:20:27]Chapter 5. An empire.

[00:20:31]Hidden inside.

[00:20:33]A library. She spent 25 years building a library on 4,000 acres in Virginia, and almost no one in America ever stepped inside it. The Oak Spring Garden Library is one of the strangest buildings in the United States. From the outside, it looks like a low stone barn. It sits behind the main house at Oak Spring Farm, surrounded by lawn and old oaks.

[00:20:54]It is not signposted. It is not on any public map of architectural landmarks.

[00:20:59]It cannot be visited by the public except by application to the foundation that now runs it. Bunny began building it in 1972. She continued building, modifying, and extending it until 1997, 25 years later. The architect was Edward Larabie Barnes, the same architect who had designed the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis and the Dallas Museum of Art. The interior was filled with handmade cases, handbound volumes, hand cataloged objects. Bunny did much of the cataloging herself. By the time of her death, the collection contained more than 19,000 objects. Among them were illuminated medieval herbals. Among them were 18th century botanical illustrations by Pierre Joseph Red, the great court painter of empresses and queens. Among them were original drawings by Beatatri Potter from her early career as a micologist. Among them were 16th century editions of plenty.

[00:21:56]Among them were rare folios on the design of French formal gardens. Among them were Thomas Jefferson's annotated copies of horicultural texts. The library was the most expensive private horicultural collection in the world. It was almost completely unknown. The other Melon collections of the same period are easier to describe because they were partly public. Paul Melon's English sporting pictures eventually went in large part to the Yale Center for British Art, which he founded and which opened in 1977. His French impressionist paintings went in large part to the National Gallery of Art in Washington, which his father had founded in 1941.

[00:22:36]The Melons together gave more than a thousand works to American public institutions over half a century. The gifts shaped American public collections of European art for two generations. The pieces Bunny kept at Oakspring were the ones she could not bear to part with.

[00:22:52]They sat on walls in private rooms, in cottages on the property, in glass houses where she received friends. The Rothco hung in the library. The deborn hung in the main house. The blue diamond was kept, when not in a vault, in a drawer of her bedside table. Here is a scale paragraph. Across the four properties that made up the active melon life in the 1990s, Bunny employed approximately 100 staff. The horicultural team at Oakspring alone numbered around 40. The library staff numbered 15. The household staff numbered around 40 across the four houses. Two pilots flew the family's two Dal Falcon jets between Virginia, Cape Cod, Antigga, New York, and Paris. The annual budget for the running of the four properties was estimated by people close to the Melon office in the high tens of millions of dollars a year. None of these figures appeared in any public document during her lifetime. The dinners at Oakspring became in the late 1970s and the 1980s a particular American institution. The guest list was small. The food was simple. The conversation was about books, gardens, paintings, and travels. Politicians passed through. Senators passed through.

[00:24:08]Justices of the Supreme Court passed through. So did poets and curators and small museum directors and on certain evenings foreign heads of state. None of the dinners appeared in any society column. None of the menus survived in any archive. The staff signed confidentiality agreements that predated the modern legal use of the term. The friendships Bunny formed in this period were by design intergenerational. She kept old friends from her youth. She kept the Kennedy and Onasis circle. She also increasingly kept younger people, decorators, curators, writers, painters.

[00:24:45]She cultivated by her late 70s a small set of much younger men and women whom she trusted to share her interests and to keep her company without expecting publicity. Among that small set by the mid 1990s was a North Carolina interior decorator named Brian Huffman. He had become a regular visitor to Oakr. He arranged flowers. He moved furniture. He talked. He listened. He was discreet. He was loyal. He was, by Bunny's own admission, one of the few people in the world she trusted absolutely with her household, her checkbook, and her gossip. In the late 1990s, Huffman would become important in a way no one in the household yet suspected. He would become the man who carried her checks. The geography of her late life narrowed.

[00:25:33]After Paul's death in 1999, Bunny traveled less. She withdrew increasingly to Oak Spring. She rose early. She walked the gardens with her dogs. She read. She wrote. She arranged for the Oakspring Garden Foundation, the institution that would carry on her library to begin its work. She was, by every account from those years, content.

[00:25:55]She was alone, but not lonely. She had her work. She had her books. She had her daughter and her son in Virginia. She had her stepchildren in touch by phone.

[00:26:06]She had her staff. And then on the 17th of May, 2000, a delivery truck on a Manhattan street changed the rest of her life.

[00:26:16]Chapter 6. The daughter in the West Wing of the House.

[00:26:22]On the 17th of May 2000, a Manhattan delivery truck struck a 57year-old woman in a crosswalk and changed her 90-year-old mother forever. The crosswalk was at the corner of Park Avenue South and East 23rd Street. The woman was Eliza Lloyd Moore. She was Bunny's daughter from her first marriage to Stacy Lloyd. She was crossing the street on a routine errand. The truck did not see her. She was thrown to the pavement. The injuries were catastrophic. She suffered a severe traumatic brain injury. She lost the ability to speak. She was left a quadriplegic. She was placed on a ventilator. She was in the immediate hours not expected to live. She lived.

[00:27:04]Bunny made the decision within 48 hours.

[00:27:07]Eliza would not stay in a New York hospital. She would not go to a long-term care facility. She would come to Oak Spring. [music] The west wing of the main house would be converted. Round the clock. nursing care would be installed. Whatever it cost, whatever it took, Bunny would care for her daughter at home. For the next eight years, Eliza Lloyd Moore lived in the west wing of the main house at Oak Spring. A team of nurses worked in shifts of eight. A neurologist visited weekly. A physical therapist worked with her for hours every day. Bunny visited her every morning. Bunny visited her every evening. Bunny sat with her, read to her, played music to her, talked to her.

[00:27:47]Eliza never spoke again. It is not clear from the medical record how much she understood. The cost of the care was extraordinary, even by Melon standards.

[00:27:56]The medical staff alone consumed by some estimates several million dollars a year. Bunny did not consult anyone about whether it was worth it. The answer for her was self-evident. The 8 years of Eliza's long decline were the years of Bunny's slow withdrawal from the wider world. She gave up travel almost entirely. She stopped going to Paris.

[00:28:17]She stopped going to Cape Cod for long stretches. She did not entertain. The dinners at Oak Spring, which had been quiet for years, stopped almost entirely. The house became a place of nursing. In the same years, the geography of her old friendships continued to thin. Jackie had been dead for 6 years already. Paul had been dead for a year. The Kennedy generation was passing. The Onass generation was passing. [music] Bunny's brothers and sisters were dying.

[00:28:44]Her own physical health, though she was extraordinarily robust for her age, was no longer what it had been. She was 90, 92, 95. In 2005, when she was 95 years old, and Eliza had been in the West Wing for 5 years, Bunny entered the strange interior space that defines the rest of this story. She was lonely in a way that was new to her. She was lonely in a way that was specific to her age and her wealth. She had outlived everyone who had known her as a young woman. She had outlived almost everyone who had known her without wanting something from her.

[00:29:19]The people who came to Oakr now were younger. They were polite. [music] They were grateful. They were almost without exception. In some sense, her dependence. She wanted a project. She wanted a person. She wanted a cause that bore the weight of her remaining years.

[00:29:35]She wanted to believe in something.

[00:29:37]Here, a scale paragraph helps frame the situation. By 2005, Bunny's net worth was estimated by people close to the family at well over a billion dollars in liquid assets alone. The art on the walls at Oakspring was insured for several hundred million. The jewelry in her drawers was insured for tens of millions. The library was insured separately. She had at her disposal the kind of money that can change a presidential campaign with a single signature. She had no one in her life who would ever tell her not to. The introduction came through a friend. It came by some accounts through a North Carolina lawyer she had known in passing. It came by other accounts through the decorator Brian Huffman who had connections in Democratic political circles. The exact moment is disputed.

[00:30:24]What is not disputed is what happened. A younglooking, deeply charming, deeply ambitious southern lawyer arrived at Oakspring sometime in 2005 or 2006. He sat across from Bunny at her own table. He listened. He laughed at the right moments. He asked thoughtful questions about her books. He thanked her for her time. He left. A few weeks later, he came back. And a few weeks after that, he was 12 years younger than Jack Kennedy had been when she had first met him. He had two children. He had a charismatic wife at home in North Carolina, recently diagnosed with breast cancer. He was running for president of the United States. His name was John Edwards. She thought, sitting in the long, low farmhouse with her dying daughter upstairs, that she had found her last cause. She had found, in fact, the man who would end her invisibility.

[00:31:16]Chapter 7. The charming stranger at the farmhouse door. He arrived at Oak Springs sometime in 2005 with a southern accent, a perfect handshake, and a senator's smile. And Bunny Melon thought she was looking at the second coming of John Kennedy. The comparison was the comparison everyone made about John Edwards in those years. He was tall. He was handsome. He had a thick head of dark hair. He spoke with a soft North Carolina cadence that managed to sound both intimate and confident. He had been the Democratic vice presidential nominee in 2004, running with John Kerry against George W. Bush. The Bush Cheney ticket had won that election narrowly. Edwards had returned to private life with a position at the University of North Carolina and a political action committee, the One America Committee. He was already preparing his next presidential run, the run for 2008. The base of his campaign was his personal story. He was the son of a textile mill worker. He had made a fortune as a personal injury lawyer in North Carolina, suing corporations on behalf of injured plaintiffs. He had won, in his most famous case, a $25 million verdict in 1997 on behalf of a young girl who had suffered horrific injuries from a defective pool drain. He talked constantly about two Americas, the America of the wealthy, the America of everyone else. He proposed to bridge the gap. The irony of this man finding his way to the Oakspring breakfast table was not lost on anyone who knew the place.

[00:32:48]Bunny Melon represented by any honest measure the most extreme version of the wealthy America Edwards was running against. The Melons had financed the corporations he sued. The Melon family wealth since Andrew Melon's resignation from the Treasury had been associated in the populist imagination with everything wrong with American capitalism. The vast farm, the staff of a hundred, the private jets, the inherited art collection. All of it was the America Edwards described as the problem. And yet, sitting across the table from him, Bunny Melon did not see a problem. She saw a young man who reminded her of Jack Kennedy. She saw a young man who, like Jack, came from outside the inherited fortunes of the Eastern establishment.

[00:33:33]She saw a young man who, like Jack, had a beautiful wife, two photogenic children, a soft accent, and a hunger for the presidency. She saw in him the possibility of the rebirth of something she thought had died in Dallas in 1963.

[00:33:49]She also saw perhaps something more private. She saw a young man who was willing to spend hours at her table. She saw a young man who listened when she talked about gardens and books. She saw a young man who flattered her without making her feel patronized. She saw a young man who treated her not as a hundred-year-old fossil, but as a person whose judgment mattered. She began to write to him. The letters from this period, some of which survive in the Edwards estate and some of which were quoted in court documents later, are warm, sometimes flirtatious in the 18th century episttolary sense, full of references to literature and gardens and history. She compared him explicitly to Kennedy. She told him she believed he could win. She told him she would help him. She began to send money. The early contributions were modest by her standards. She gave to his political action committee. She gave to think tanks associated with his campaign. She gave to a small institute on poverty he had set up at the University of North Carolina. The contributions were legal.

[00:34:50]They were public. They appeared in the annual filings of the relevant organizations. She also began to host.

[00:34:57]In late 2006 and through 2007, Edwards visited Oakspring repeatedly. He brought aids. He brought policy advisers. He occasionally brought Elizabeth, his wife, though Elizabeth's worsening cancer made travel difficult. The visits were not announced. No press were ever invited. No photographs were taken.

[00:35:17]Inside the campaign, Edward's aids were, by every later account, both grateful and slightly stunned. A direct personal relationship with Rachel Melon was the kind of asset most presidential campaigns would not even dare to dream of. It was discreet. It was old. It carried weight in Washington in a way money alone did not. It was, in the words of one aid, the kind of relationship money could not buy, which was, in retrospect, an unfortunate phrasing. The wider strategic question for the campaign in late 2006 and into 2007 was straightforward. Edwards was running in a crowded Democratic field.

[00:35:57]The two front runners were Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. Edwards needed an edge. He needed money. He needed a story. He needed above all to keep certain other stories out of the press.

[00:36:08]The other story by the spring of 2007 was already a problem. The story was a woman named Ruel Hunter. Hunter, a former actress and yoga teacher who had been hired in 2006 to make web videos for the campaign, had become involved with Edwards in early 2006. The affair had been, by the standards of presidential affairs, badly concealed.

[00:36:31]Hunter traveled with the campaign. staff knew some staff had seen. By the spring of 2007, Hunter was pregnant. By the late summer of 2007, Hunter was visibly pregnant. The story was on the verge of breaking in the National Enquirer. The campaign decided that it could not afford the story to break. Not before the Iowa caucuses, not before South Carolina, not ideally before the convention. It needed to hide Hunter.

[00:36:58]Hiding Hunter cost money. The money had to come from somewhere outside the official campaign accounts. Two private sources were identified. The first was Fred Baron, a Texas trial lawyer and the campaign's national finance chair. The second was Bunny Melon. Sometime in mid 2007, a senior Edwards aid explained the situation to Bunny. The exact words have never been entered into any public record. The aid almost certainly did not use the word mistress. The aid almost certainly did not say pregnant. The aid almost certainly said something like, "The campaign has expenses we cannot put through normal channels." The aid almost certainly told Bunny that if she wanted to help Jon, the way she could help most was by writing checks that did not look like campaign donations. She agreed. She did not understand at that moment that the expenses were rent for a pregnant mistress in a rented house in North Carolina. She did not understand that the child Hunter was carrying was Edward's own. She understood more than likely that the checks were unusual. She wrote them anyway.

[00:38:04]Belcha Chapter 8: A Mistress, a pregnancy, and a bill that had to be paid. In the spring of 2007, the Edwards campaign discovered that the candidates's videographer was pregnant, and the cost of hiding her began to mount in cash. Ryel Hunter was born Lisa Dr. in 1964. She had grown up in Florida, had been a New York party girl in the 1980s, had inspired a character in the Jay Mannerie novel Story of My Life, had renamed herself Ryel Hunter, had moved to California, and had reinvented herself in the early 2000s as a new age spiritual seeker. In 2006, she met John Edwards at a hotel bar in New York. By her own later account, the encounter began with a line about his political aura. By his later account, the encounter began with mutual attraction. The result within weeks was an affair. The affair was not casual. It was sustained. It moved with the campaign. Edwards arranged for Hunter to be hired to make web videos for his political action committee. The videos were filmed at various campaign locations. The pretext for her presence was professional. The reality by mid 2006 was open knowledge inside a small circle of senior campaign staff. By February 2007, Hunter was pregnant. By the spring, she was visibly pregnant. By the summer, the National Inquirer had begun to investigate. The Inquirer was the only major American publication willing to chase the story. The mainstream press did not consider it credible enough to print given the source. That gap was the only thing keeping the affair out of the wider news cycle. The campaign convened a small group to handle the problem. The group included Andrew Young, Edward's personal aid, and the man Edwards trusted with his most sensitive errands. The group included Fred Baron, the Texas trial lawyer, who was the campaign's finance chair. The group did not formally include Edwards himself. The group operated on the unspoken understanding that what the candidate did not officially know, the candidate could not officially be responsible for. The plan was simple in shape and complicated in execution. Hunter would be relocated first to a rented house in Chapel Hill, North Carolina, then to a series of progressively more remote houses culminating in a property in Santa Barbara, California. She would be paid a living allowance. Her medical expenses would be covered. Her existing debts would be settled. The cost of all this, projected forward to and through the birth of the baby in early 2008, was substantial. [music] By the campaign's own internal estimates, it would run to several hundred,000.

[00:40:43]Andrew Young agreed to publicly claim paternity of the child when the time came. He agreed also to move his own family to be near Hunter as cover. He took a leave from his official duties.

[00:40:54]His wife, Cherry Young, mother to three children of her own, agreed to participate in the scheme. This was not, by any honest reading, a small ask. It required her to allow her husband to publicly admit to fathering another woman's child. It required her to manage her own household, her own children, and her own neighbors under that public claim. [music] The Youngs were paid for their cooperation. The payments came from Baron and from Melon. The Baron contribution came first and was substantial. Baron, a wealthy man in his own right, paid for the immediate relocation, the early rentals, and the chartered flights that moved Hunter between locations. Baron's contributions have been variously estimated at several hundred,000 and possibly as much as a million dollars across the lifetime of the coverup. The Melon contribution arrived as the operation lengthened. By the summer of 2007, the campaign needed an additional source of funds. Bunny Melon, having indicated her willingness to write checks outside the normal channels, was the logical second source.

[00:41:59]The conversation between her and the senior Edwards aid who explained the situation has never been fully reconstructed in any court document.

[00:42:07]What is documented is the result.

[00:42:09]Between June 2007 and the end of 2008, Bunny wrote a series of checks. The total came to approximately $725,000.

[00:42:19]The checks were drawn on her personal account. They were made out to her decorator and friend Brian Huffman. The memo lines on the checks described antique furniture. A Charles Daksh long, a Louis Coutur's bomb chest, a Regency table. None of these pieces of furniture existed. None of them were delivered to her house. None of them appeared on any inventory of her collection. Huffman in his subsequent testimony said that he understood the arrangement as a way for Bunny to support John Edward's political work. He said that he did not know the specific use of the funds. He endorsed each check. He deposited the funds into his own account. He then wrote checks of equivalent value drawn on his own account payable to Cherry Young. Cherry Young deposited the checks into a young family account. Andrew Young withdrew the funds in cash and a portion of those funds were used to pay Hunter's expenses. A portion of the funds, the testimony at trial would later make clear, was used by Andrew Young for purposes other than Hunter's expenses.

[00:43:22]>> [music] >> The Youngs built a house in North Carolina partly with the proceeds. They purchased cars. They took family trips.

[00:43:29]The exact accounting of what went to Hunter and what was retained by the Youngs would become a central question of the eventual criminal trial. The handwritten note Bunny wrote to Andrew Young sometime in 2007 would also become a central question. The note in her unmistakable handwriting said in substance that she preferred to pay for J's campaign expenses herself so that the campaign would not have to deal with government restrictions. The phrase government restrictions was the phrase prosecutors would later argue showed she understood she was operating outside campaign finance law. The phrase equally was the phrase her defenders would argue showed nothing more than a wealthy older woman's intuitive aversion to bureaucracy. She was in those months of 2007 and 2008 almost completely uninvolved in the operational details.

[00:44:18]She wrote the checks. She handed them to Huffman. She did not see the bank statements. She did not see the rented houses. She did not see Hunter. She did not see the baby. She continued throughout to tend to her dying daughter upstairs and to her garden outside. She thought she was funding a campaign she believed in. She was funding a cover up of an affair she would have found had she known the full picture, both ridiculous and grotesque. The baby was born on the 27th of February, 2008. Her name was Francis Quinn Hunter. Edwards was not present at the birth. Andrew Young was not present. Hunter was in a rented house outside Los Angeles. The birth certificate was left for the moment, blanking the space for the father's name.

[00:45:00]>> [music] >> In January 2008, John Edwards had already withdrawn from the presidential race after disappointing finishes in Iowa, New Hampshire, and South Carolina.

[00:45:10]The coverup did not need to extend through November anymore. It needed only to extend long enough for the public attention to move elsewhere. It did not.

[00:45:18]2 months after Francis Quinn was born, the National Inquirer published a series of stories about Edward's affair. By August 2008, the story had broken in the mainstream press. Edwards appeared on ABC News and admitted the affair but denied paternity. He blamed Andrew Young for the paternity claim. Young, who had been a loyal aid for years, did not take the blame quietly. Young began to talk to investigators. He began to write a book. He began in the language of cover-ups everywhere to flip. And every time he flipped, the trail led closer to a Virginia farmhouse where a 97year-old woman tended to a dying daughter upstairs and waited for a politician's phone calls that had now stopped.

[00:46:01]Yingi chapter 9, $725,000 in antique furniture. Between June 2007 and the end of 2008, she wrote a series of checks for what looked on paper like a Charles I 6 she's long, a Louis Coutur's bomb chest, and a Regency table. The mechanics deserve close attention because they are the mechanics of how American wealth at the highest level actually moves. They are not the mechanics most people imagine when they think about campaign donations. A wealthy person in the American campaign finance system, as it stood in 2007, could give a candidate up to $2,300 for the primary and another $2,300 for the general election. That was the legal maximum from a single individual to a single candidate. A wealthy person could also give to political action committees, to independent expenditure groups, and to party committees with somewhat higher limits. The total individual contribution to all federal political activity in any election cycle was capped. For a person at Bunny Melon's level of wealth, these limits were trivial. The annual income generated by the Lambert and Melon trusts alone for her personal use was estimated by people close to the family at well over $100 million a year. $2,300 was in her financial reality the cost of a single arrangement of flowers for a dinner party. The official campaign finance system was designed to manage donations from people for whom $2,300 was a meaningful sum. It was not designed for her. The Edwards aids who came to her for additional funds knew this. They also knew that there were specific kinds of expenses they could not put through the official campaign accounts at all. Rent on a house for a pregnant mistress was one of them.

[00:47:52]Living expenses for the mistress's relocated family was another. Chartered flights for the mistress's relocation was another. The legal theory under which these expenses could be characterized as legitimate campaign expenses would later become the central legal question of the Edwards trial. In 2007, the campaign was not waiting for a legal theory. It was waiting for a check. Brian Huffman became the intermediary by a mixture of accident and design. He was a frequent guest at Oakspring. He had a discrete decorators business in North Carolina. He had a personal bank account. He was, by Bunny's reckoning, completely trustworthy. He was, by the practical reckoning of the Edwards campaign, a perfect cutout. A check from Mrs. Paul Melon to a North Carolina decorator drawn on a Melon family bank account would raise no flags at any bank in America. There was nothing remarkable about a wealthy collector paying her decorator hundreds of thousands of dollars for antique furniture.

[00:48:52]>> [music] >> The pattern established in mid 2007 was repeated for over a year. Bunny would write a check. The amount would vary.

[00:49:00]Some checks were for $50,000. Some were for $100,000.

[00:49:05]Some were larger. The memo line would name an antique. The check would be sent to Huffman. Huffman would endorse the check. Huffman would deposit it in his own account. Huffman would then write a corresponding check to Cherry Young or to a designated account. The funds would then move into the cash economy where Hunter's expenses were being managed.

[00:49:25]Across all of this, Bunny saw none of the downstream transactions. She did not see the cash withdrawals. She did not see the rental agreements. She did not see the Santa Barbara house. She did not see Hunter. She did not see the baby.

[00:49:38][music] She saw a check stub in her ledger with a friendly memo line and the name of a man she trusted. Inside the campaign, the money acquired a name. It was called Bunny Money. The phrase was used in emails. The phrase was used in conversations between Andrew Young and his wife. The phrase was used in conversations between Andrew Young and Fred Baron. The phrase was a small joke.

[00:50:00]It was a small joke that when produced in front of a federal jury 4 years later would become evidence of intent. Here is the scale paragraph that frames the scheme. $725,000.

[00:50:13]315 times the legal individual limit for a single candidate in a single election cycle. Roughly half a million dollars in modern purchasing power, above what the official campaign finance system permitted. Enough to rent and staff several houses in three states. Enough to pay nurses, drivers, and minders.

[00:50:33]Enough to cover hospital bills, prenatal care, delivery, and the early infancy of a child whose paternity her father refused to admit. enough in the federal indictment that would follow to constitute the core of a six-count criminal case against a former United States senator and Democratic vice presidential nominee. The National Enquirer published its first major story on the Edwards affair on the 10th of October, 2007. The story alleged an affair between Edwards and a hunter unnamed. The mainstream press did not pick it up. The Inquirer published a follow-up story in December 2007 naming Hunter and reporting on her pregnancy.

[00:51:14]The mainstream press still did not pick it up. The Inquirer published a third story on the 22nd of July 2008 photographing Edwards visiting Hunter and the baby at the Beverly Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles. The mainstream press picked it up. By the 8th of August 2008, Edwards had given his ABC News interview. He admitted the affair. He denied paternity. The next two years were spent in a slow legal investigation. The Federal Bureau of Investigation interviewed witnesses across 2009 and 2010. Andrew Young, by now estranged from Edwards, cooperated with prosecutors. Cherry Young cooperated. Brian Huffman cooperated. A federal grand jury was convened in Greensboro, North Carolina. Bunny Melon was interviewed by federal investigators at Oakspring in 2010. She was almost a hundred years old. By all accounts, she was lucid, polite, and entirely cooperative. She told them what she remembered. She acknowledged the checks.

[00:52:16]She acknowledged the conversations. She did not acknowledge that she knew the funds were used to hide a mistress. The investigators did not press her. She was not a target. She was by then a witness against a man who had charmed her. On the 3rd of June 2011, the federal grand jury indicted John Edwards on six counts. Count one was conspiracy to receive and conceal contributions in excess of the legal limit. Counts 2 through 5 were specific receipts of illegal contributions from Melon and Baron. Count six was a false statement made to federal investigators. The maximum penalty across all six counts was 30 years in federal prison and $1.5 million in fines. The trial was set for the spring of 2012. By then, Bunny was 101 years old. The garden was still being tended. The house was still being run. And the woman who had spent eight decades on the words nothing should be noticed had become for the first and last time a name in every American newspaper.

[00:53:17]Chapter 10. Her name in every headline.

[00:53:22]At 99, the investigation that began as a campaign finance review ended on the front page of every newspaper in America. And the most invisible ays in the country woke up to discover she had become the subject of a federal indictment in everything but name. The headlines when they began used a particular vocabulary. They used the word aerys. They used the word socialite. They used the word elderly.

[00:53:48]They used the word benefactor. They used repeatedly the phrase mysterious recluse, which Bunny would have found particularly offensive because she was not mysterious to herself and not a recluse to her friends. She was photographed only twice in this period and both photographs were old. One was a portrait from the 1970s showing her in a simple shift dress against a Cape Cod hedge. The other was a wedding portrait from her marriage to Paul Melon in 1948.

[00:54:18]Newspapers reprinted these images repeatedly. There were no current photographs because she had not allowed any to be taken. There were no interviews because she would not give any. The tabloids filled the absence with speculation. The tone of the coverage was condescending. She was treated as a kind of curio, a 100-year-old woman who had given a fortune to a charming politician. The implication, almost universal, was that she had been duped. The implication almost as universal was that she was perhaps a little ridiculous. What no one wrote in those early months was the more uncomfortable truth. She had not been duped because she was old. She had been duped because she was rich. The two facts had become entangled in her life decades earlier, and the entanglement was the precise condition of her vulnerability. For 30 years, the people around her had been people who depended on her. staff, decorators, curators, advisers, distant cousins. Even her closest friends in the last years of her life were people who in some sense received her hospitality. There were almost no people in her daily life who had nothing to gain from her good opinion. This is the condition of late life extreme wealth. The audience available to you is the audience that has accepted by being in the room that you are slightly more important than they are. The audience that would tell you uncomfortable truths has by then largely died. John Edwards arrived in her life precisely as such a figure of dependence. He was not dependent on her for daily survival. He was dependent on her for the success of his campaign which by the late summer of 2007 was almost the same thing. She felt useful.

[00:55:53]She felt courted in the way she had been courted by the Kennedys 40 years earlier. She felt that her judgment was being trusted with something that mattered. The truth, which she would never publicly acknowledge, but which was clear from the moment the trail of the money was traced, was that her judgment had not been trusted. Her checkbook had been used. There is a difference. The Edwards campaign did not consult her about the affair. The Edwards campaign did not consult her about the strategy. The Edwards campaign did not consult her about the eventual paternity claim. They asked her for money under a euphemism. She gave it to them under a euphemism. The transaction was in essence the oldest pattern in the history of vulnerable wealth. She did not respond to the tabloid coverage. She did not authorize any statement. She did not authorize any defense. The Melon family's long-standing lawyers reportedly urged a public response.

[00:56:47]Bunny declined. She continued to refuse interviews even when offered the most favorable possible framing. The closest thing to a public defense came from Brian Huffman, who gave a handful of interviews in which he insisted that Bunny had not known about Hunter. He said she had wanted to help a politician she admired. He said she had been more interested in funding a poverty institute than a presidential campaign.

[00:57:09]He said that whatever she had thought she was paying for, it was not a cover up. His defense was unpaid and loyal and almost certainly partly true. The investigation, meanwhile, narrowed not on her, but on Edwards. The prosecutors were not interested in her. She was elderly. She was a sympathetic witness in any conceivable jury's eyes. She would not be charged. She would be referenced. She would be quoted. She would be in the federal indictment when it came, identified as the source of more than $700,000 in illegal contributions. Her name would appear in the document in Roman type, like a fact.

[00:57:44]In the privacy of Oakspring, the eight decades of careful invisibility crumbled at a pace she could feel from her own kitchen. Friends called. Friends she had not heard from in years called.

[00:57:55]Newspapers called. Magazines called.

[00:57:58]Political reporters from cable channels called. The household staff was instructed to answer the phone politely and to take no messages of any substance. [music] Brian Huffman was told to handle all correspondence. Bunny continued to garden. The eight years of caring for Eliza had ended in May 2008 with Eliza's death. Bunny was by 2011 alone in the long low house with her dogs and her library and her staff. She was by 2011 perhaps the most famously private person in America to have become against her will famous. The trial was set for the 23rd of April 2012. It would last just over 5 weeks. It would end in a verdict that no one quite knew how to read. She would not attend.

[00:58:44]Chapter 11. A trial.

[00:58:48]She did not attend. When the United States of America versus John Edwards opened in Greensboro on the 23rd of April, 2012, the woman at the center of the prosecution was 101 years old and not in the building. The courtroom in Greensboro, North Carolina was a federal courtroom on a quiet street. The judge was Katherine Eagles. The prosecution was led by attorneys from the public integrity section of the United States Department of Justice. The defense was led by Abby Lel, one of the most experienced white collar defense attorneys in the country. The jury was a North Carolina jury. The defendant was the former senator, former vice presidential nominee, former presidential candidate, now disbarred and stripped of almost every public credential. The prosecution's theory was simple in outline. It was that the money paid by Bunny Melon and Fred Baron to hide Ryel Hunter was in legal terms a campaign contribution because it benefited Edward's campaign by preserving his viability as a candidate by exceeding the legal individual contribution limit by hundreds of thousands of dollars. The money constituted an illegal contribution. By accepting it and failing to report it, Edwards had violated federal campaign finance law. The defense's theory was equally simple. It was that the money was a personal gift intended to hide an affair from Edward's dying wife, Elizabeth, not to advance his campaign.

[01:00:14]Personal gifts were not campaign contributions. Therefore, Edwards had violated nothing. The case turned on intent. Did Edwards know the money was an illegal campaign contribution? Did the donors know? Did the intermediaries know? The question of what Bunny Melon knew became central. Both sides considered calling her. Both sides decided against it. The prosecution decided against it because she would be on the stand a charming and sympathetic 99-year-old woman whose own self-interest would not be served by saying anything that pinned [music] Edwards. The defense decided against it because she might, under cross-examination, say something that established her own understanding of the legal restrictions she was attempting to avoid. Both calculations were rational. Both meant that she did not appear. The handwritten note appeared. It was projected on a screen in the courtroom. The note in her unmistakable cursive hand said in substance that she would prefer to pay for J's campaign expenses herself rather than have the campaign deal with government restrictions. The prosecution argued the phrase showed she understood her contributions were outside the law.

[01:01:21]The defense argued the phrase showed nothing more than a wealthy older woman's preference for personal transactions over institutional ones.

[01:01:29]Brian Huffman testified. He described the system of memo lines and decorators invoices. He described his understanding that the funds were going to support Edwards politically. He described his unawareness of any link to Hunter. He was a careful witness and a loyal friend. The prosecution did not particularly challenge him. The defense did not particularly need him. He was in many ways the most human figure in the courtroom. Andrew Young testified at length. He was the prosecution star witness. He had written a book about the affair and the coverup called the politician which had been published in 2010. He described in detail the operation of the bunny money scheme. He described conversations with Edwards in which Edwards was he claimed fully aware of the source and the purpose of the funds. He described the cash payments to Hunter. He described his own role in setting up the relocations. The defense attacked his credibility relentlessly.

[01:02:27]They showed that he had used substantial portions of the funds for his own purposes, including the construction of a house. They showed his book deal. They showed his apparent motivations to shift blame entirely to Edwards. They suggested, without quite saying, that the loyal aid had become the unreliable narrator of his own story for money.

[01:02:47]Cherry Young testified. Fred Baron's widow, Lisa Blue Baron, testified. Rael Hunter did not testify. Bunny Melon did not testify. Elizabeth Edwards had died in December 2010 and could not testify.

[01:03:01]Edwards himself did not testify. The trial lasted just over 5 weeks. The jury deliberated for 9 days. On the 31st of May, 2012, the jury returned its verdict. On count three, which concerned the receipt of illegal contributions from Bunny Melon in 2008, the jury returned not guilty. On the other five counts, the jury announced itself deadlocked. The judge declared a mistrial on those five counts. The Department of Justice considered a retrial. After several weeks of internal debate, it declined to pursue one. John Edwards walked out of the federal courthouse in Greensboro, a free man. He was disbarred. He returned to a small law practice in North Carolina. He has rarely spoken publicly since. The reaction across the press was mixed.

[01:03:51]Some commentators described the verdict as a vindication of Edwards. Some described it as a failure of prosecution overreach. Some described it as a triumph of personal narrative over campaign finance enforcement. Almost none described it as a verdict that left Bunny Melon technically vindicated as well since the only count on which Edwards had been clearly acquitted was the one concerning her contributions. In Virginia, Bunny was informed of the verdict by her staff. She nodded. She said nothing publicly. She returned to her garden. In the months that followed, she continued to refuse interviews. She continued to refuse photographs. She continued to give to her foundation. She finalized her instructions for the Oak Spring Garden Foundation, the institution she wanted to outlast her.

[01:04:37]She continued to read. She continued to plant. She continued to write the small, careful, handwritten letters she had been writing since the 1920s. She did not write any more checks to political candidates. She did not say John Edward's name in any documented conversation again. She lived another 21 months.

[01:04:57]Chapter 12. What she left behind and what she lost. She died on the 17th of March 2014 at the age of 103 in the same farmhouse where the trouble had started with the same view of the same garden she had built. The death was peaceful.

[01:05:14]It happened at Oakr. The cause was given as natural. The family announced it briefly. The press notices were long and respectful. Most of them spent the first paragraph on her marriage to Paul Melon, the second paragraph on her redesign of the White House Rose Garden, the third paragraph on the Edward scandal, and the rest on her library, her art collection, and her foundation. The proportions reflected the broken arc of her public reputation. Four decades of invisible mastery, one act of misplaced loyalty.

[01:05:46]The misplaced loyalty took up almost as much space as the rest of her century combined. In November 2014, Sibies New York held the auctions of her personal collection. The auctions ran across 5 days. They totaled $218 million. The fancy vivid blue diamond, the pear-shaped 9.75 karat stone she had kept in a bedside drawer, sold to a single buyer for $32,700,000.

[01:06:14]A Rothco sold for tens of millions. A dyben corn sold. A sea sold. Several Schlumbberger jewels sold. Pieces of furniture, china, [music] silver, garden ornaments, drawings, prints, and personal effects sold. Roughly 2,000 lots dispersed across the world in 5 days. The proceeds went to the Gerard B.

[01:06:38]Lambert Foundation, named for her father, which supports horiculture and education to this day. [music] The Oak Spring Garden Foundation took over the library and the working portion of the estate. The library remains, by quiet consensus, one of the most important horicultural research collections in the world. Scholars apply to use it. The applications are reviewed. Some are accepted, some are not. The standards Bunny set in the 1970s have not been relaxed. The White House Rose Garden has had a more turbulent afterlife. It was significantly altered during the first Trump administration in 2020. The crab apple trees were removed. The plantings were simplified. Many of the original melon design elements were stripped.

[01:07:21]Subsequent administrations have partially restored elements of the original. The Jolene Kennedy garden has fared somewhat better. The Kennedy grave site at Arlington stands as Bunny designed it. The New England granite remains. The trees remain. The perpetual flame burns. These are her physical legacies. They are not, by the standard of her lifetime ambition, particularly visible. The garden at the White House is photographed daily without any thought of who designed it. The grave at Arlington is visited by millions who do not know her name. The library at Oakr is studied by a handful of scholars who do. There is one other legacy that does not appear in any obituary. It is the legacy of the question her last decade raises about the nature of American wealth at the very top. The Edward scandal is in one obvious sense a story about a man. He had the affair. He approved the cover up. He lied on national television. He was indicted. He was disbarred. His career and his name were destroyed by his own decisions. The scandal is also a story about a system.

[01:08:24]The system permits a single individual of sufficient wealth to write checks at a scale that bears no relation to any other form of citizen participation. The system makes the policing of those checks dependent on the ability of prosecutors to prove intent which is almost impossible when the checks are written through decorators and described as antique furniture. The system therefore creates a particular vulnerability. The vulnerability is for the very wealthy donor. The vulnerability is the possibility of being used as a wallet by a candidate who has decided that the donor's signature is more useful than the donor's actual judgment. Bunny Melon walked into that vulnerability with her eyes open and her judgment, by all evidence, somewhere else. She was lonely. She was old. She was looking in the part of her life that still belonged to her for one more cause worth her name. She thought she had found a young Kennedy. She had found instead a young man who needed to hide a mistress. The cost was not financial. $725,000 was to her a manageable sum. The cost was the destruction of a reputation she had spent eight decades building. The most discreet rich woman in America became in her last 6 years the most publicly named ays in any campaign finance case in modern American history.

[01:09:41]Every photograph reprinted, every check examined, every memo line read aloud in federal court. The four words that had defined her life, nothing should be noticed, became, in the crulest possible way, untrue. She did not protest the unfairness. She continued to garden. She continued to read. She did not give interviews. She did not write a memoir.

[01:10:05]She left the explaining to others. The deeper question her story leaves is the question every old money story leaves.

[01:10:12]What do we owe these people? What do we owe a 100-year-old Aerys who funded a coverup she did not know was a cover up?

[01:10:19]What do we owe a woman who built a quiet century of taste and then handed her name to a politician who used it? What do we owe the family that has spent five generations financing American capitalism and that has in turn been financed by it? The honest answer perhaps is this. We owe the Bunny Melons of American history a more careful eye than the eye she would have wanted. We owe her the recognition that invisibility is not innocence. The same checks written by an ordinary donor through ordinary channels would never have totaled $725,000 in the first place because no ordinary donor has $725,000 to send. The privilege of writing private checks to a presidential campaign dressed up as antique furniture purchases through a personal decorator is a privilege of a kind of wealth that ordinary citizens do not have. Her invisibility was not the absence of power. It was the perfection of power.

[01:11:15]We owe her also the recognition that the loneliness of late wealth is real. The audience available to a person of her age and her fortune was an audience of dependence. The honest interlocutors had died. The young senator who arrived at her table and listened to her talk about her gardens was in a way she could not see. The only kind of new friend a h 100red-year-old billionaire can have. He was a friend who wanted something. He took it. He left. Every quiet sentry ends in noise. Every careful invisibility ends in the moment a stranger walks into the long low farmhouse and asks for a favor. Every philosophy that nothing should be noticed ends sooner or later in the front page of the New York Times. Bunny Melon's life was a long argument that wealth could be lived without being seen. Her death and the 6 years that preceded it were the proof that the argument could not finally be won. The wealth was always seen by the people who needed it. The wealth was always available to the people who knew how to ask. The wealth was always, in the deepest sense, the thing that defined her, no matter how carefully she arranged for it not to be. What survives in the end is the garden outside the Oval Office. What survives is the grave at Arlington. What survives is the library on 4,000 acres in Virginia. What survives is the woman who wanted to be unseen and who became against her will in the last decade of her 103 years very nearly the most visible elderly ays in the country. That is what old money costs. That is what old money corrupts.

[01:12:50]Not always the conspicuous heir drinking himself to death in a hotel suite.

[01:12:55]sometimes the quietest one in a farmhouse in Virginia with her name on a check that should never have been written and a polite smile she will never publicly take back.

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