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In the Kingdom of Big Sugar

The President told her he no longer felt right about their intimate relationship, and had to put a stop to it.… At one point during their conversation the President had a call from a sugar grower in Florida whose name, according to Ms. Lewinsky, was something like “Fanuli.” In Ms. Lewinsky’s recollection, the President may have taken or returned the call just as she was leaving.

—The Starr Report

Soon after Edward Tuddenham graduated from Harvard Law School in 1978, he took off for West Texas with two classmates to open a legal-aid office in the town of Hereford, located in an onion-and-cotton-growing area between Lubbock and Amarillo. He called his father, a radiologist in Phil- adelphia’s Main Line, to tell him of his decision. “Hereford?” his father asked, then looked up the town in an atlas. “What a surprise, it’s even on the map.” Tuddenham was an anomaly in the Panhandle; he wore frayed Brooks Brothers shirts and Birkenstocks, listened to the Rolling Stones and Neil Young, and had no interest in being hired by New York law firms, which were always eager to recruit the best of the best from every Harvard law class.

Tuddenham had graduated magna cum laude, and he had a vision of himself as a fearless advocate for farmworkers. In junior high school, he had once watched David Susskind interviewing legal-aid lawyers and women on welfare, and his mother, seeing his interest, had said, “This is the kind of work you should do—helping people like that.” By the time he got to Harvard, he had developed a persistent melancholy which caused him to project an ironic detachment. Women were drawn to his aura of romantic self-regard; in his spare time he played Mozart on the piano and made Mission-style furniture. He grew determined to fight for the Mexicans who swam across the Rio Grande to pick cotton in Hereford.

“I had to believe in what I was doing,” Tuddenham tells me to explain his first job. Back then, it was easy for him to believe. The effect of Earl Warren’s liberal Supreme Court was still strong, and public-interest law could change social policy; in 1982 the court would rule that the children of Mexican aliens must be allowed to register in schools. Possessed of a serene and mysterious confidence, Tuddenham decided to take on the cotton farmers of West Texas. He allowed nothing to daunt him. He and one of the other lawyers moved into a house in a former World War II prisoner-of-war compound, where their Mexican clients lived in barracks. A local corn grower called them “the Harvard idiots,” and a sheriff threatened to run them out of town. The day they got to Hereford, the only movie theater there closed. At night there was nothing to do but stare at the weather. The trio opened a storefront, called it Texas Rural Legal Aid, and set out to teach the Mexicans their rights. The farmers hired an assistant district attorney to be their lawyer. One cotton grower held a double-barreled shotgun up to the face of a U.S. marshal who was serving him papers.

The sheriff announced at a local growers’ meeting, “These people are outsiders.… Texas Rural Legal Aid … is supplying these people with information and telling them all about federal laws.” Tuddenham’s clients, who had been weeding the cotton fields, wound up losing their jobs or being deported. The cotton farmers fired them and got local children to spray pesticides with water guns. Then the farmers sued Texas Rural Legal Aid, charging “conspiracy to extort minimum wage.” A local radio station played a song composed by a deputy: “I am for justice and the American way / So get out of Hereford, T.R.L.A.” After the experience in the cotton fields, Tuddenham would always tell his clients, “You can stand up for what is right, but you will probably lose your jobs.” What happened in Hereford would haunt him forever.

I met Edward Tuddenham in the spring of 1999. I flew to South Florida because I was interested in a complex public-interest case he has been working on for 10 years, representing 20,000 sugarcane harvesters, most of them Jamaicans, who used to work for Florida’s largest sugar companies, including Florida Crystals (whose parent company is Flo-Sun Inc.), U.S. Sugar, and the Sugar Cane Growers Cooperative. The cane cutters are suing “Big Sugar” for what they allege to be years of massive wage cheating. In attempting to collect damages of close to $51 million, Tuddenham has had to scrape together loans from the Southern Poverty Law Center and beg for grants from legal-aid foundations. He has several local co-counsels, and they are assisted by Florida Legal Services.

In the course of the case, Tuddenham has sparred with some of the players who were fighting over the presidential election in Florida this past November and December, including Joseph Klock, the Miami litigator who argued in court for Katherine Harris, Florida’s secretary of state. “What I saw on TV,” Tuddenham says, referring to the hidden agendas and the endless wrangles over dimples, dents, and chads, “has eerie parallels to my own experience over the last 20 years.” Tuddenham’s journey through the labyrinth of the sugar lobby and the Cuban-American zeitgeist in South Florida provided a window into the roiling tensions that placed Palm Beach and Miami-Dade Counties at the epicenter of the recent battle for the White House.

Back in the 80s, Tuddenham’s struggle suggested a David-and-Goliath theme: the zealous legal-aid lawyer versus Big Sugar, during a time when the courts were becoming ever more conservative. Not long ago, lawyers like Tuddenham were admired for their idealism, but now many people consider them naïve and impractical, arguing lofty principles before juries who want to get home in time for Oprah or Monday Night Football. In the less compassionate, more self-interested America of 2001, is the practice of public-interest law becoming an anachronism? Tuddenham’s long crusade in South Florida raises an even larger issue: Is public-interest law virtually impotent in the legal and business climate of America today?

The case that drew me to Palm Beach County and Tuddenham, Bygrave v. Okeelanta, also poses a vexing moral dilemma: At what point does public-interest law stop being a matter of principle and become a battle of egos, a need to win? Twenty years after the battle of the Harvard men versus Hereford, the paradox continues to trouble Edward Tuddenham. “I have a recurring nightmare,” he says. “I am on a subway, and I can’t get off.”

April 1999. From the 11th floor of the West Palm Beach courthouse, you can see the Breakers hotel on the island town of Palm Beach, the red tiles on the roof of the museum that used to be the robber baron Henry Flagler’s mansion, the Atlantic Intracoastal Waterway, and the marina full of bobbing yachts, among them the 95-foot Crili, which belongs to Alfonso “Alfy” Fanjul, the head of Florida Crystals, whose subsidiaries, Atlantic, Osceola, and Okeelanta, are corporate defendants in Bygrave. For Tuddenham, the psychic difference between the Texas border and West Palm Beach is nonexistent. He believes that both are nether places of political-influence peddling, where Anglo and immigrant cultures collide. From Palm Beach, he can drive 90 minutes and be in the Third World, in the sugarcane-growing town of Belle Glade, with its squalor and its historical lack of regard for the rights Americans take for granted. The Palm Beach sheriff’s deputies once used police dogs to break up protesting workers on a Fanjul property.

Bernard Bygrave, a class representative of Tuddenham’s case, is one of thousands of Caribbean islanders, mostly Jamaicans, who once worked at Okeelanta for Alfy Fanjul and his brother Jose, known as Pepe. As a result of more than a dozen cases filed by Tuddenham and his colleagues, the cane cutters are no longer Fanjul employees, but they are charging in connected class-action suits that the Fanjuls’ companies engaged in cheating them of their rightful wages in a contract which they argue is “a monumental bait and switch.” In May 1992, at the headiest moment in the litigation hell the case has turned into, a Florida judge awarded the workers $51 million in a summary judgment. That moment was fleeting, however, for three years later the decision was reversed on appeal and subsequently broken down into five separate jury trials. Now there are 90 crates of documents in the West Palm Beach courthouse. If nothing else, they provide an encyclopedia of a 50-year American labor scandal. Tuddenham calls the system “modern-day slavery.” The Fanjuls’ lawyers see the case as “a major loss of income to thousands of decent hardworking men.”

Like Henry Flagler, who brought the railroad to Florida and built the town of West Palm Beach for his laborers, the Fanjuls, after fleeing Castro’s Cuba, bought out scores of cattle and vegetable and sugar farmers in the Everglades and created nearly 180,000 acres of sugarcane fields, harvested by Jamaicans they imported under the government’s H-2 program. Cane was harvested by foreign workers because it was such brutal and dangerous work that no Americans would take it. Hour after hour the men chopped cane with machetes and stacked it in the fields. They wore metal arm and shin guards, and had to stoop over agonizingly to chop through stalks as thick as bamboo. Many were allowed only a 15-minute lunch break, to wolf rice down while standing up. Win or lose, the Bygrave cases have a powerful subtext: they are a morality play about the employment of foreign workers with marginal legal rights.

The Fanjuls are formidable adversaries. They control about 40 percent of Florida’s sugar crop, and last year they made contributions to 31 political candidates, giving more than any other sugar power. They deeply resent their nickname: the first family of corporate welfare. Little known to the American public, Pepe and Alfy Fanjul operate within the hidden world of implicit linkage, the grand club of the country’s power brokers, who routinely trade favors like baseball cards. “There is a rule to understanding life in South Florida,” author and Miami Herald columnist Carl Hiaasen tells me. “Alligators don’t give to political campaigns, and the Fanjuls do.” Last year the Fanjuls and Florida Crystals gave $486,000 to Democratic candidates and $279,000 to Republicans. (Alfy, who co-chaired Clinton’s Florida campaign in 1992, is the family’s Democrat; Pepe, who was on Bob Dole’s finance committee in 1996, is the family’s Republican.) “The most telling thing about Alfy Fanjul is that he can get the president of the United States on the telephone in the middle of a blow job. That tells you all you need to know about their influence,” Hiaasen says. At one time, the Fanjuls’ father, Alfonso Fanjul Sr., and their grandfather Jose Gomez-Mena presided over one of the largest sugar holdings in Cuba. “One of the reasons why we get involved in American politics is because of what happened to us in Cuba,” Alfy Fanjul tells me. “We did not get involved in the Batista government, and we do not want what happened in Cuba to happen to us again.”

There is little chance of that. Every few years the Fanjuls and the Florida growers lobby tirelessly for the reauthorization of the sugar program established under the 1981 Farm Bill. Of all the political handouts that campaign money forces through Congress, the sugar program is one of the most controversial. Each year Florida Crystals receives about $65 million in price supports; the Fanjuls’ chief rival, U.S. Sugar, takes in $55 million. Although the price of sugar on the world market is 10 cents a pound, American sugar growers by law are guaranteed 21 cents a pound. When the farmers overproduce—as they did last year—and the price of their crop dives, the government takes the surplus at the guaranteed price and holds it in warehouses.

The sugar program adds $1.4 billion to consumers’ bills and funnels about $560 million back to the growers, Harper’s magazine recently reported. Critics of the program believe that it has outlived its purpose and become a Frankenstein monster that is protected by a coalition of interests: congressmen and senators in both sugar and non–sugar states who rely on donations to finance campaigns, corn farmers who sell their high-fructose syrup to candy manufacturers in order to profit from the elevated cost of sugar, and labor unions that fear sugar jobs could go overseas. In the 42 years since the Fanjul brothers left Havana, they have become shrewd practitioners of the quiet ways of American corporate influence. They remain out of sight.

Although the courtroom is full of Fanjul executives and sugar society for the closing arguments of Bygrave v. Okeelanta, the Crili is the only visible sign of the Fanjuls during the entire trial. “People have spent millions of dollars fighting us. Skywriters even attacked us during the Super Bowl! the fanjuls and the $65 million sugar subsidy!” says Pepe Fanjul. “We consider ourselves the classic American success story,” adds Alfy Fanjul. “We came here and worked very, very hard.”

I am late to court the morning of the closing arguments, and as I walk in, Tuddenham is paraphrasing Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes. “A contract isn’t about saying what you meant. It is about meaning what you say.” He looks as if he slept in his green tweed jacket; his hair is askew. Tuddenham is tall and lean and has the distracted air of a wonk from the Roosevelt years. He is standing in front of easels filled with cane-price charts he had made on the cheap at Kinko’s. Invoking the elliptical Holmes for a jury that has sat through three weeks of sugarcane arithmetic provided by economists and industry executives is a sure sign that he is tanking. The courtroom is packed on the defendants’ side with Cuban exiles in expensive suits, aging farm managers, chic women in pastel linens and stiletto heels, and a platoon of young lawyers from Steel, Hector & Davis arguing for the Fanjuls. The plaintiffs’ side is represented by the entire staff of the Migrant Rural Legal Aid office of Belle Glade, all six of them. Their wardrobe is McGovern-rally casual—short sleeves and knapsacks.

“[This case] had been up and down the court system for 10 years.… Nobody could figure out what to do [with it],” Judge Edward Fine will tell the jury. The litigators on both sides have become like partners in a bad marriage, volatile and furious, stripped of the last hint of civility. By not settling years ago, the Fanjuls have generated reams of bad publicity about their business practices. And Tuddenham, in his epic quest to help his migrant clients, may have cost them their jobs.

Seated next to Tuddenham and his principal partner, David Gorman, at the plaintiffs’ table is a Jamaican named Adolphus Gordon, who once worked for the Fanjuls as a cutter. He has been a crucial witness in the trial. In the last moments of his closing argument, Tuddenham turns to Gordon. “Stand up, Adolphus. Let the jury see you. This case is about you.” Tuddenham’s eyes fill with tears. Walking out of the courtroom, he berates himself for this show of emotion, but it is plain that in Gordon’s face he has seen the panorama of the last decade of his own life—the files containing the stories of 10,000 men, the computer disks spelling out the arcana of migrant-worker law, the motions and last-minute appeals, the trips to Jamaica and St. Lucia charged on overextended credit cards.

He has always been sure that a jury would see the exploitation of these laborers as he does—a craven mistreatment of people who have no lobby and no leverage. He believes the trial has gone splendidly. “The beauty of this case is that it is so simple. It is based on a single piece of paper. It is not a complicated case, it is just not an obvious one,” Tuddenham says.

“We were slaves,” Gordon tells me softly. “There was no limit to the amount of work they had us do.”

From the Florida Crystals helicopter it is possible to see all the way to Lake Okeechobee, the shallow bowl of the Everglades which from the air is a vast sea of saw grass and sugarcane. Getting an interview with the Fanjuls is not easy. For months I have been trying to convince Joseph Klock, Flo-Sun’s general counsel and chairman of Steel, Hector & Davis, that it is in his clients’ interest to allow me to examine their side of the Bygrave cases. Klock looks like a young Charles Durning, and is not afflicted with self-doubt; partisan invective is his specialty. Klock’s firm has represented The Miami Herald and Florida Power & Light, and he is the Fanjuls’ closest adviser.

At the height of the Florida recount crisis last year, Katherine Harris turned to Klock to represent her. Immediately people who understand the vast power of the Fanjuls and the sugar lobby began to play connect-the-dots: was Klock’s scorched-earth advice to Harris tacitly dictated by Alfy Fanjul’s dislike of Al Gore’s conservation policies and sugar politics? Gore’s sympathy for Elián González’s Miami relatives did little to win him real affection within the power circles of the Miami Cubans, a community in which Alfy and Pepe Fanjul are the most revered members. They were major supporters of the late Jorge Mas Canosa, the ruthless Miami leader of the anti-Castro movement, who made a fortune in telecommunications and construction in Florida. “I thought Jorge Mas Canosa was a fine human being,” Alfy says. Some people believe the Clinton administration took a tough stance on Cuba in exchange for a donation reportedly close to $75,000 given at a Clinton fund-raiser in Little Havana in 1992. At that moment, Clinton’s relationship with the Miami Cubans was at its coziest. Later, after the Cubans shot down a Brothers to the Rescue plane, Clinton signed the Helms-Burton bill, which tightened the U.S. embargo on Cuba and allowed Cuban-Americans to sue foreign companies using or investing in expropriated properties in Cuba.

During last year’s presidential campaign, Joe Lieberman went to Florida and visited Mas Canosa’s grave, but nothing could calm the anger of the Cubans at the government’s decision to take Elián González from his relatives’ house in an early-morning raid. The Fanjuls, according to someone who knows them well, helped finance the legal strategy of the boy’s Miami relatives, and Pepe, Florida’s most prominent Cuban Republican, has told friends that he was outraged by the F.B.I.’s insensitivity in taking the child at gunpoint. “It paralleled their own experience in Cuba,” the friend says.

In a front-page story on December 1, The New York Times reported the odd chain of phone calls and meetings with influential Republicans which might have caused Miami-Dade’s mayor, Alex Penelas, to use his influence to stop the hand recount in Miami-Dade County. (Penelas denied the charge.) Penelas had been an Al Gore supporter until Elián González arrived in Miami. In the grand game of implicit linkage, power is often exerted subtly and indirectly. Helping George W. Bush get to the White House would be the ultimate favor a self-interested Miami politician could provide. Penelas, who relies on Miami’s Cuban-Republican voting base, understood the feelings of his richest supporters. According to this scenario, it was no accident that Joseph Klock showed up as Katherine Harris’s lawyer. “That is to make sure that there is a safe connection between her and the Cubans,” an insider says. But Klock, as one of the most powerful lawyers in the state, could just as well have been brought in by the other side. “I bet you I don’t like Gore even more than Alfy doesn’t like Gore,” Klock told me on the morning he announced his strategy to stop the Florida recount. “In terms of sugar policy, I get the impression that the industry thinks Gore might be better, but they just can’t stomach him.… For the Farm Bill, I think George W. would be a good president.” Klock maintains that there is no link between his role for the Fanjuls and what he did for the Republicans.

Klock’s invective is often hurled at reporters for Time and Forbes who characterize Pepe and Alfy Fanjul as sugar’s bad boys, milking their soft-money connections to protect their $65-million-a-year subsidy: “ Time is an asshole! I see red when I see the name Forbes. I think it is irresponsible of Forbes [to attack the Fanjuls]—the owners there are conspicuously consumptuous! The only thing Malcolm Forbes did not do with a $100 bill is light a cigar.”

As the Bygrave cases moved through the legal system, Klock was every bit as aggressive as he would be for Katherine Harris a year later. He takes full credit for persuading the Fanjuls to get rid of migrant labor and mechanize their fields. “I told Alfy, ‘Unless you want to move into Belle Glade, drive a pickup truck, and supply cars and two-bedroom apartments to all the workers, get out of this business.’ … The chairman did not want to mechanize the fields. I made him.… When all this started with the workers and they filed a lawsuit, Alfy said, ‘No one in this company cheats workers on their wages. It is against the policy of this company, and I want you to report it to me if it happens.’”

Klock has lost all patience with the tactics of Edward Tuddenham. “He is a crazed ideologue, isn’t he? My nickname for him is the windchill factor. When you are a philosopher king, you understand what is best for everyone in the world. It is unnecessary to be concerned with little details like whether or not people eat! What is important is principle! These guys are the foo-birds.… They want the big glory cases, the law reform, the precedent-setting cases!”

Before I am allowed to interview Alfy and Pepe Fanjul, I am given a tour of their sugar mills and refineries, the now spotless empty barracks of the former H-2 workers, and warehouses stocked with Florida Crystals’ products, especially rice and granulated sugar. There are so many products and varieties, the warehouses seem like a gargantuan A&P. The Fanjuls are justifiably proud of what they have created—it is American industry at its best. Twenty-four hours a day, their refineries pump the brown syrup that is turned into white crystals and bagged and shipped.

Flo-Sun’s offices are in a shopping center with a mock-Tudor front around the corner from the Flagler museum. The Fanjuls are known for their economies. According to Tuddenham, the company’s cost per ton for wages was generally, and remarkably, within a penny or two of what they budgeted. Although Pepe lives in a 30-room mansion near the Breakers, his office is surprisingly simple. The only sign of corporate wealth is the Flo-Sun steward who offers me Cuban pastries on a tray. At my request, Pepe has gathered 1950s photographs of the mansions and farms in Cuba that belonged to the Fanjuls’ father and their maternal grandfather, Jose Gomez-Mena.

The mansion where Gomez-Mena used to live with his wife, Elizarda, is now the Museo Nacional de Artes Decorativas. With its Palladian balconies, Ionic columns, and rooms preserved in the Louis XV and XVI styles favored by the Gomez-Menas’ decorator, Henri Samuel, the museum is intended to show Cubans how Spanish grandees once lived, surrounded by Staffordshire, Derby, Wedgwood, Sèvres, and Emile Gallé, in vast rooms with themes—Chinese, neoclassical, and English.

On a recent visit to Havana, I asked the young woman guarding the Chinese room, with its deteriorating coromandel screens, about the Gomez-Menas and the Fanjuls. “ Poderoso, ” she said softly, meaning powerful. Boldini’s portrait of Gomez-Mena’s sister the Countess Revilla de Camargo is still in place, but the collection of works by the Spanish painter Joaquin Sorolla has been moved to the National Museum of Fine Arts. The family’s former sugar headquarters, the Manzana de Gomez-Mena, an imposing, block-long Colonial building, is now a mall. Alfy and Pepe’s childhood home in the country-club section of Havana is today one of Fidel Castro’s residences.

According to la bola, the rumor mill in Havana, the Gomez-Mena family emulated the French aristocracy and were as oblivious to the conditions in the fields as their 18th-century counterparts. Sugar had controlled the Cuban economy since the 19th century. Of the ruling sugar families, the Lobos were thought of as the most decent, whereas the Gomez-Menas had a reputation for being ruthless. While Alfy and Pepe Fanjul attended dances at the Havana Yacht Club, Cuba’s 500,000 cane cutters virtually starved six months out of the year. In Havana, at the Museo de la Revolución, there are now special display cases showing the brutal conditions in the sugar fields, which helped bring about the fall of the Batista regime.

Home movies show Alfy’s and Pepe’s lives as young sugar princes, lolling around the swimming pool at their beach house in Veradero. Sent to college in America, they behaved like the caudillos they had been reared to be. In Cuba, society columnists chronicled the parties the Fanjuls threw for the Duke and Duchess of Windsor, and their golf games with Loel Guinness, but the Fidelistas began to refer to the family openly as “parasites and leeches.” “When I left Havana for the last time, Errol Flynn was on the plane with me with his girlfriend,” Pepe says lightly. The essence of the Fanjul brothers’ lives in exile has been their relentless determination to get back what they lost in Havana.

Pepe and Alfy grew up in the closed world of Havana’s colonial aristocracy. Their grandmother kept clippings from the magazine Social of the costume she had worn to a ball in 1926 where everyone dressed in the style of Watteau. The alliance of Alfy and Pepe’s father and mother brought together two of Cuba’s great sugar fortunes. An only child, Lillian Fanjul warred with her glamorous stepmother, Elizarda, and doted on her five children, Alfy, Lillian, Pepe, Alexander, and Andres. Family members believe that Alfy inherited his mettle from his mother. When Jose Gomez-Mena died in Florida without a will soon after the Fanjuls came to America, Lillian Fanjul told her stepmother coldly, “You don’t deserve any money.… Sell your jewelry—you have a lot of it.”

Pepe Fanjul’s conversation is as light as a meringue. He is a master of moving the dialogue along, an epicene flirt with a mustache who wears cashmere jackets and pastel socks. Pepe and his wife, Emilia, are fixtures on the New York social scene and often play host at the Fanjuls’ Dominican Republic resort, Casa de Campo, with its swimming pools, country club, 5,000-seat theater, and an architectural folly, Altos de Chavon, built to resemble a 16th-century village. Recently, Alfy filed for a divorce there. His wife, Tina, the mother of his children, countersued him in Florida, claiming that his assets were in America. (The divorce was finalized in Florida last year.) In Palm Beach, Pepe lives in a mansion that was formerly owned by the Krupp family, who had manufactured munitions for the Nazis. Each year, during the holidays, he mails out a list of the most social local families, a sort of Palm Beach 200. Pepe is fond of recounting amusing moments from the grand days, going back to the 19th century, when his relatives ruled Havana’s sugar society.

As Alfy Fanjul greets me, he says, “This is the first time I have given an in-depth interview.… We want you to show our side of the issue. I thought it was the time to do it.” He has a short neck, dark eyes, and an expression that is wary and opaque, Bogart-like in its intensity. His polite tone contradicts the palpable emotions churning underneath. He has the old-world manners of a Spanish aristocrat, a cool detachment that indicates he is accustomed to being in control. Seven years older than Pepe, Alfy was the architect of the family’s rise in America. There is about him an atmosphere of throttled energy, of a certitude that is indirect. “I have never seen Alfy emotional on any subject,” Klock says.

Once at a fund-raising dinner with Al Gore, Alfy Fanjul brought up the 20-year, $300 million plan to clean up the Everglades that Big Sugar had committed to in 1994. Gore’s reaction was fast and combative. He appeared irritated that this sugar baron—no matter how much money he had donated—would think that Gore could be massaged in this way. In 1996, Gore had proposed a penny-a-pound “polluter’s tax” to protect the Everglades, and had lobbied to turn 100,000 acres of sugarcane fields back into swampland. The Fanjuls had taken Gore on then, calling the president while he was telling Monica Lewinsky that their relationship was over. They also mounted a counterattack on the penny-a-pound ballot initiative which featured incendiary TV commercials saying that the penny a pound would put sugar farmers out of business.

Sitting at the table that night, Gore began multiplying tons of sugar by 10 cents a pound —sugar was then selling for about 10 cents above the world-market price—and made it clear that he felt Big Sugar had gotten off cheaply. Seemingly unimpressed by Big Sugar’s investment of $300 million over 20 years, Gore asked, “And how much sugar subsidy do you get every year?” “It’s not a subsidy,” Alfy replied. He kept trying to convince the vice president that the $65 million subsidy that enriches Florida Crystals was sensible policy, but when he saw that he was getting nowhere, he retreated into a cold silence.

The defining moment of Alfy Fanjul’s life came in 1959, when Castro’s rebels threw their machine guns down on the conference table at his family’s headquarters on the Avenida de Gomez-Mena, the Havana street named after his grandfather. The room was decorated with maps indicating the wide sweep of the Fanjul and Gomez-Mena properties, a total of 150,000 acres and 10 sugar mills. “They were trying to explain to us the process of what they were going to do and how they were going to take our property away. They circled a wall map and said, ‘This will be ours. All of it.’” Fanjul was 21 years old and had recently graduated from Fordham University in New York. “I said, ‘This is not the law.’ I was young, but I was not brash.”

He had grown up in a world of bribes, watching his father pay mordidas to President Fulgencio Batista, which, he says, were “the cost of doing business with dictators.” The Fanjuls stayed above the fray of Cuban politics and refused to listen to rumors of Batista’s brutal practice of torturing his enemies. Fanjul senior turned down the dictator’s offer to make him an ambassador. “He was above politics,” says Alfy.

It was inconceivable to the Fanjuls that a Communist could ever take over Cuba, no matter how much support he had from the middle class. On New Year’s Eve of 1958, as Alfy and Pepe Fanjul were watching the fireworks at the Havana Yacht Club, word spread through the party that Batista had fled. Soon after, armed militia arrived at the Fanjuls’ house and arrested Fanjul senior. They sealed off parts of the house and commandeered the family’s cars. Alfonso Fanjul was interrogated at police headquarters for hours, until finally a woman appeared and said, “Release him. He has nothing to do with the Batista government.”

That summer Pepe and Alfy Fanjul’s father left for America. He owned apartment buildings in New York, and he was convinced he could wait out the revolution and then return home. Alfy was left in charge of the business. He was persecuted by the Fidelistas, and even shot at in his car. Several times he had to lie down on the floor of his office to get out of the range of gunfire. Warned that he would be killed if he remained at home, he stayed with friends and moved from house to house. “The last day I was in Havana, I went to our house and discovered $10,000 in the safe. I had to decide whether or not to take it. I decided it was too dangerous.”

In New York, Pepe and Alfy’s grandfather told them, “You have an imperative to build up this business again. The money will not last until the next generation.” It was an opportune moment for anyone who understood the sugar industry. After Castro’s victory, the United States embargoed all Cuban sugar and created massive incentives for American production. In Florida, engineers drained thousands of acres of Everglades swamp, and U.S. Sugar, which was based in Clewiston, expanded rapidly. The Fanjuls settled in Palm Beach, and Alfy looked around for sugar mills to buy. He found three dilapidated plants in Louisiana and, after enlisting two partners, acquired them for $165,000. The Fanjuls had the plants dismantled and taken by barge to Osceola Farms, a 4,000-acre parcel of land in the Everglades. In 1959 the sugar industry in Florida was relatively small. But new types of cane and improved fertilizer were changing all that. Alfy Fanjul set up an office in a deserted schoolhouse, downwind from the plant. “The smell and the dust blew in for months,” he says. Their first crop, in 1961–62, brought in $1 million, but the second year there were floods. “We lost everything and then some,” Alfy recalls.

“What really made this thing take off was the development of the farmworkers program,” he continues. With the help of the Department of Labor, but with virtually no supervision by the department, growers brought in thousands of Jamaicans to cut the cane. Workers who could not cut fast enough were often labeled “Code One”—meaning “Refused work. Do not rehire”—and deported. The laborers had little recourse; they lived in remote camps on the farms and had no access to legal services. In the entire southeast area, there was only one official from the Department of Labor to monitor work conditions. The Fanjuls expanded their acreage through the Everglades. “I would lease land from anyone I could,” Alfy says, “but I always insisted on an option to buy the property. We were producing raw sugar and would sell it to anyone who would refine it.”

“For years we operated under the radar,” Pepe Fanjul tells me. They settled in Palm Beach, where many grandees such as Earl E. T. Smith, once the ambassador to Cuba, lived. Sugar had captivated the imagination of other ambitious men, most notably Charles Bluhdorn, the self-made, eccentric Austrian who had created Gulf & Western, the conglomerate that owned Paramount Pictures and a string of other companies. Bluhdorn’s office was in the G&W building on Columbus Circle in New York. During the filming of The Godfather in 1971, Paramount executives would walk in and try to discuss business with Bluhdorn, but he would just stare at his Quotron stock machine and make calls to trade sugar futures. His favorite venture was his South Puerto Rico Sugar company. “I watched him ride sugar up to 65 cents a pound,” recalls Barry Diller, a former chairman of Paramount. “In one day he sold all his positions—$150 million.” But sugar was a political football, and it was subject to the ups and downs of the world market. Since the Depression, Congress had set import quotas to protect American sugar farmers. Okeelanta, a subsidiary of South Puerto Rico Sugar, controlled 90,000 acres of sugar property in South Florida and 240,000 acres in the Dominican Republic. When Bluhdorn visited Nixon in the White House, he hammered him to raise the Dominican Republic’s sugar quotas, former commerce secretary Pete Peterson, now the chairman of the Blackstone Group, recalls.

In 1974 a price spike drove the sugar industry into overproduction, and the bottom fell out of the market. The government rushed in with guaranteed loans and financing, which became the basis of the current sugar program. If market prices fell short, farmers could make more money if they forfeited their crops, and it suddenly became clear to the Fanjuls—and every other potential sugar grower—that you could not lose if you converted cattle or vegetable acreage to sugarcane. In 1983, Charles Bluhdorn suddenly died of a heart attack. Gulf & Western was taken over by his second-in-command, Martin Davis, whose ferocious dealings with competitors and love-hate relationship with his mentor had been a staple of business reporters in the 1970s. One of Davis’s first big decisions was to unload Bluhdorn’s sugar holdings. “We all got together and tried to figure out how to put this up for sale,” says a lawyer close to Bluhdorn who had begun to read exposés on the sugar business and had gone down to look at the cane cutters’ barracks and found them “one degree short of Dachau.” “Then in one day walked Mr. Alfy Fanjul, a young man from Florida,” the lawyer says. “He floored us with his expertise.”

One former Paramount executive remembers Alfy Fanjul differently. “He sat in a room and negotiated with Marty Davis and the company and simply stole it. It was like watching Minnesota Fats walking away with the pot.” Pepe Fanjul recalls being left “for days” at a hotel, waiting for Martin Davis to give them their first audience. When they arrived at Gulf & Western, they noticed that half the offices on the elite top floor were empty. Davis told him, “Those were my enemies. I got rid of them when Charlie died.” Fanjul had leveraged $240 million to acquire the Gulf & Western holdings that included Okeelanta. “That put us on the map,” Pepe Fanjul tells me. By 1990, Florida Crystals had more acreage than U.S. Sugar, and at Casa de Campo in the Dominican Republic, Harper’s reported, the Fanjuls entertained a Bush-administration official. “My father spent the last years of his life trying to figure out how to get to Cuba, but I knew that our future lay in understanding American politics,” Alfy Fanjul says. Today, the Dominican Republic has the largest foreign quota of sugar exported to the U.S.—17 percent—and, not surprisingly, the Fanjuls’ Dominican subsidiary is the largest private exporter of Dominican sugar.

In the 90 cartons of material Tuddenham has accumulated in the Bygrave litigation, there are depositions from hundreds of former cane cutters alleging mistreatment in the fields. The Fanjuls’ fields were run by farm managers whose job it was to meet a budget set at the beginning of the season. While I am with Alfy Fanjul, I read him an excerpt from one of the workers, Elvis Porter:

Porter: “I work eight hours, and when I went in, I will see six hours and Code One which I don’t—I never refuse.”

“What was Code One?”

“Code One signify refuse.”

“Did you talk to your ticket writer?”

“Yes … I asked him, ‘Say boss, how did I get Code One today? I did not refuse.’ He said, ‘Don’t worry about it.’”

Alfy Fanjul’s face remains impassive. “From my point of view, none of this makes sense. The purpose of the program was an incentive.” Then his voice changes and he declares, “I am convinced we didn’t do anything wrong.… My conscience is totally clean.” Jorge Dominicis, the Fanjuls’ spokesman, interrupts him: “All of these workers have been coached.” Fanjul nods agreement. He radiates a caudillo’s lack of interest in the substance of what I have read him, as if Elvis Porter’s testimony were beside the point.

“We believed for the West Indians it was the best job they could get,” he tells me. “It made them middle-class in their countries.”

Earlier, Klock had said, “Is it possible that some people were accidentally shorted? Yes. It’s wrong. Did we say that we were going to pay them by the ton and then cheat them? No.” As I leave, Dominicis brings in a small bag of sugar that sells for $1.60 in England—twice what it would sell for in America because of trade restrictions imposed by the European Union. “We wish we could get that kind of money for our sugar,” Pepe Fanjul says.

Every November for nearly 50 years—from 1944 to 1993—about 10,000 workers arrived in South Florida from the Caribbean to harvest the cane. The season lasted until March, and the work was so dangerous that one in every three missed a day or more of work due to an injury. Some lost fingers and eyes. The mucky ground made machine-harvesting impractical, and until the last year of the program there were no time clocks in the fields. Under a formula that was supposed to comply with minimum-wage standards, the workers were paid not by the hour but by the task—or the amount of cane they cut on a row. Each day the price was determined by the foreman, who insisted that pricing the rows was highly subjective, and that it depended on how thick the cane was, how wet the ground was, how the cane grew in the field.

Jamaicans swore that their hours were routinely shorted by the ticket writers, who reported to the field bosses. Sometimes, they alleged in depositions, they were paid for only four hours when they had worked the entire day. Often the Jamaicans cut 10 or more tons of cane a day. “The row price should have been set high enough so that everyone would make the minimum wage,” says Tuddenham, but thousands were paid as little as $25 a day, about half the minimum wage. However, whatever they made, it was much more than they could make at home. At the end of the season, a cane cutter could take back enough money to buy the cinder blocks for a house. From all over Jamaica, men flocked to Kingston every year hoping to pass the physical exams that would permit them to go to Florida and work for Big Sugar.

*Dear Fatty,

How keeping? I hope all of you are well. I write you and send you $26. I don’t know if you get it.… You wouldn’t know what I’m going through. We get a cane row for $30. It takes 2 days to cut it. That works out to be some one dollar and some cents an hour. I spoke to the timekeeper … and he’s ready to eat me up. He says we just have to work fast enough and then we’ll make even more than the hourly wages they promised us. Imagine! To leave Jamaica, so many hundreds of miles, to come to America and work for one dollar and some cents an hour! Please, don’t tell Claudette what I’ve written. I don’t want her to worry, or think I’m coming home without anything.*

—Letter from a Jamaican cane worker.

Before leaving Jamaica, the H-2 workers were handed a one-page contract which said that they would be paid by the task system. In order to obtain a temporary visa for a worker, the sugar companies were required to file a document called a “clearance order” with the Department of Labor. No worker ever saw the clearance order, but it contained a concise description of the job: A worker “would be expected to cut an average of 8 tons of harvest cane per day throughout the season.” That simple sentence, and the fact that it can be interpreted in myriad ways, is the reason the Bygrave case has been going on for 12 years. Can the language of expectation—eight tons in eight hours—be interpreted as a worker’s right to receive $5.30 (which was the hourly minimum wage) per ton? Eight tons is an immense amount of sugarcane—16,000 pounds of stalks that are 10 to 15 feet high. By comparison, harvesters at the Fanjul sugar farms in the Dominican Republic were paid about $1.50 per ton and cut two or three tons per day, according to The Wall Street Journal. Sometimes the workers in America would cut close to two tons of cane an hour. In those cases, Big Sugar’s lawyers have argued, they were paid more. “We had an incentive system,” Alfy Fanjul tells me. “The more they cut, the more we paid.”

Klock says about the productivity standard, “No, no, no. The language of eight tons is language of expectation, not productivity requirements.… The Feds wanted us to write a description that was somewhere between reality and a worst-case scenario.”

Edward Lazear, a Stanford economist who is considered a leading authority on pay systems, analyzed the records of scores of crews employed by the Fanjul companies. In many cases, whole crews were recorded as having worked only four-hour days; it was almost as if they were on strike. Lazear, who is an expert witness for Tuddenham, is so convinced by the evidence in the case that he has stopped taking money for his services. Joseph Klock says, “They say that the experts’ game is a whore’s game. You can probably get one to say anything.”

Tuddenham believes workers should have been paid $5.30, the hourly minimum wage, for every ton of cane cut. He has calculated that the workers were in fact paid an average of about $3.70 a ton, and is adamant that the growers’ budgets were designed to meet only that amount. That doesn’t mean every worker every day, but over eight years, with 20,000 workers, the original lost-wages claim in the case was about $100 million.

Big Sugar’s dark history of labor controversy has been investigated by congressional committees, by documentary-film makers such as Stephanie Black in H-2 Worker in 1990, and most vividly by Alec Wilkinson in Big Sugar, which first ran as a series of articles in The New Yorker in 1989. In the 1940s, the government brought charges against U.S. Sugar, accusing it of violating “the right and privilege of … citizens to be free from slavery”—an allegation not often made since the Civil War. The charges were dropped when a judge ruled that the jury had been illegally selected. Soon after that, sugar companies in Florida were given permission to import “guest workers” from the Caribbean for the cutting season. In 1973, Solomon Sugarman, then a Department of Labor wage-and-hour analyst, led a team investigating working conditions in the fields. He discovered, he tells me, “a pattern of flagrant labor violations.”

Sugarman visited four growers and reported that at U.S. Sugar and the Sugar Cane Growers Cooperative the cutters were often counted as having started work 30 minutes later than their actual arrival time in the fields; similarly, there were examples of cutters quitting at 3:35 p.m. but being marked as having stopped cutting at 3. Sugarman reported that at the Sugar Cane Growers Cooperative the hours were issued “on the basis of satisfaction of the task.” He discovered that at one company three ticket writers were in fact asleep on the buses that carried workers to the fields. “They knew the bosses would change the tickets anyway,” Sugarman tells me. Sugarman’s report, filed while Nixon was president, had “incontrovertible value” in “that it documented the shaving of hours,” according to Wilkinson. Sugarman, like Tuddenham, quickly learned what happens when you take on Big Sugar. The Department of Agriculture, traditionally friendly to the sugar companies, soon issued its own report, exonerating Big Sugar.

In 1983, however, a congressional report criticized Big Sugar’s labor practices and pointed out that “foreign workers … can be summarily dismissed and sent home, never to return to the United States, for the slightest infraction or sign of organized protest over wages and working conditions.”

April is the end of sugar-harvesting time in Belle Glade. Located 90 minutes from the mansions of Palm Beach, the town celebrates with Bake-Offs and a pageant for Harvest Queen. Belle Glade is one of the poorest communities in America. Edward R. Murrow chose it for his 1964 documentary, Harvest of Shame, and the Peace Corps used to send volunteers there to train. In the spring, the air is often thick with smoke and ash, because sugar farmers burn off the cane leaves in the fields. The smoke was the first thing that Sarah Cleveland noticed when she arrived in 1994 to take a job as a lawyer at Florida Rural Legal Services—that and the alligators that would lurch out of canals and ponds by the cane fields. The ash and the alligators are still noticeable five years later when Cleveland and I visit Belle Glade together.

When Cleveland saw Harvest of Shame, she says, “I was amazed at how similar the conditions were. If anything, it was worse, because Murrow filmed white American farmworkers, and now Belle Glade had immigrants who could be deported with no access to lawyers.”

Touring the workers’ barracks back then with her boss, Greg Schell, Cleveland saw signs posted: beware of legal services. they are not your friends. Schell was circulating a newsletter explaining the workers’ right to have lawyers. “Most of the workers were scared to take it,” Cleveland recalls. “They refused to make eye contact.” She was horrified by the squalor.

Cleveland had been a sophomore at Brown University when she learned about the conditions in migrant farmwork. She was studying the politics of the legal system with Professor Edward Beiser when a Danish photographer came through Providence with a slide show he called “American Pictures,” which showed the terrible state of America’s underclass. That slide show set Cleveland on a journey that would ultimately take her to Belle Glade in 1994 to work for Schell, an expert on migrant-worker litigation and a brainy oddball with a ferocious committment to farmworkers. In the early years of his career, in Maryland in the late 80s, Schell had targeted the apple industry, filing a class-action suit against the growers who were found to have underpaid apple pickers—a case that foreshadowed Bygrave.

Schell did not have to look far to find Edward Tuddenham, who was then spending two weeks a month on a sofa in the Washington office of the Migrant Legal Action Program, scouring migrant workers’ contracts to help legal-aid lawyers around the country. His specialty was the H-2 temporary-foreign-workers program, and he was often on the telephone with lawyers from Idaho to Maryland. He was 36 and had complicated relationships with women; his girlfriends would call the office to make sure that he really lived there. He used the office shower and ordered dinner from the local takeout. Focused at that time on the apple growers of the eastern states, he found a kindred spirit in Schell, who had also gone to Harvard and who had taken off in 1979 for the citrus groves of Florida in a $300 car. The son of wheat farmers, Schell later said of himself that he had “the Peace Corps in his heart” and remarkable moxie. Married to the daughter of a migrant worker whose family had prospered sufficiently to run a camp for workers, he once even brought a lawsuit against his cousin for labor violations.

In Ronald Reagan’s Washington, Schell and Tuddenham were at war with the Department of Labor, which had backed away from a 10-year-old position on how workers got paid—the productivity standard—and sided with growers on issues ranging from wage rates to workmen’s compensation. The department had been wrestling with this issue for years. When Jimmy Carter was in the White House, his secretary of labor, Ray Marshall, fought for enforceable pay standards for the guest-workers program. Marshall was from Louisiana and knew sugarcane and farmwork; he was not fooled by what he viewed as the smoke screens put up by the sugar companies. “They will make people work forever and scared and hard, and that is pretty much what they did anyway,” he recalls. During his tenure, he had hoped to confront agriculture in a big way, but he was warned that he could spend his entire four years fighting just the sheep ranchers of Utah and Nevada—that’s how powerful the agriculture lobby was. Marshall did try, however, to lobby for standards in South Florida, believing, he tells me, that the growers should not be allowed to stand over the workers and tell them, “‘Unless you cut to this place in an hour, you are out of here. And if you are out of here, you are out of the country.’ … You could blacklist them!”

For Marshall, the question in Florida was simple: “Should we require the American workforce to have to compete with people who are prime-working-age males who are forced by the circumstances to work scared and hard? And my answer is no.… I talked to the president, and he agreed. He said that he was opposed to the continuation of the foreign-workers program. Our Constitution does not do much to protect temporary workers.” It was Marshall’s intention in a second Carter administration to make the workers permanent residents, because he understood immigration history. “First you get the young, unmarried people, then you get families, then preachers and cooks. Once you get to that point, then you have a community.”

The sugar companies soon figured out a way around the Labor Department’s attempt to make sure that the piece rate—the number of bushels of apples picked or rows of cane cut—would conform to minimum-wage standards. They offered complex explanations for their pricing methods. “People had been asking this same question for 40 years: How were the fields priced? The sugar companies were masters of obfuscation,” Tuddenham recalls. “You would think they were the Picassos of row pricing. They would say, ‘We eyeball a row of cane and we just know: Fifty-five dollars a row! Sixty-three dollars a row!’”

Schell and Tuddenham determined that the apple pickers in nine states were being underpaid by as much as 40 percent, and they brought a class-action lawsuit in federal court on this issue. A Republican judge, Charles Richey, ruled in their favor and awarded the workers $5 million. Five years later he ruled again, this time against Big Sugar. In a scathing opinion, he wrote that the Department of Labor had bent over backward to avoid enforcing the productivity standard for sugar. A court of appeals concluded, however, that this was a matter for a state court, not a federal court, so from then on Tuddenham would have to wrestle with the legal machinery of Palm Beach County, in the very heart of the sugar belt.

Of all the lawyers Greg Schell could have found to assist him, Sarah Cleveland seemed an emissary of destiny. The daughter of a Birmingham Social Security judge who had clerked for Supreme Court justice Hugo Black during Brown v. Board of Education, and of a prima ballerina at the National Ballet of Washington, Cleveland had inherited her mother’s willowy build and her father’s passion for social justice. At Yale Law School, she was part of a group that filed a case on behalf of the Haitian boat people, which ultimately went to the Supreme Court. She spent hours on the telephone with Schell, who had come to New Haven to recruit for the Belle Glade office.

He had plenty to talk to her about. Six years earlier, a Fort Lauderdale reporter had called Schell to say, “Something bad is going down at Okeelanta. Something crazy.” On November 22, 1986, a squad of Palm Beach County police in riot helmets with attack dogs had taken on a crew that refused to accept the pay conditions in the Fanjul fields. Some 100 cutters from St. Vincent had balked at the wages offered. As in all labor disputes, a liaison officer was called, but the two sides could not agree on a figure. The workers started to walk the eight miles back to the camp, and the next morning, still with no agreement, 40 of them refused to get on the bus. At that point the Okeelanta personnel manager called in the police. All in all, 384 workers, many of whom had had nothing to do with the argument in the fields, were deported. Cooks in the kitchen, cutters from other parts of the property—all were sent back to the islands. They were not even given time to gather their possessions. T-shirts and boom boxes were strewn all over the ground. “Some of the men had just completed the apple harvest,” Schell later recalled, “and they had bought household goods to take home. All of it was left behind.”

Reports of the “dog war,” as it came to be called, drifted through the newsrooms and law schools of America. Sarah Cleveland was enraged when she heard of it in New Haven in 1990. By then she had spent two years at Oxford on a Rhodes scholarship, studying British colonial African and Indian history. The dog war conjured up 19th-century slaves, the workforce the original Spanish sugarcane planters had imported to Cuba. “It honed me in some way toward sugarcane and the plight of these workers,” she later said.

Meanwhile, after their apple triumph in Judge Richey’s court, Tuddenham and Schell had begun to zero in on the closed world of sugar. But when they attempted to speak to workers in the Florida camps, they were met by frightened stares.

The sugar companies tried to swat down the mounting attack on their labor practices by Tuddenham, Schell, and Jim Green, an American Civil Liberties Union lawyer in West Palm Beach. Tuddenham understood that they would need a Florida contract-law specialist to argue his tonnage claim in the state courts, but he began taking depositions at the Labor Department and searching for evidence of violations of labor law to back up his belief in the one-ton-per-hour pay standard. Tuddenham drove to West Virginia after Garry Geffert, a local lawyer, found two migrant workers, Canute Williams and Bernard Bygrave, who had cut cane in Florida. At last Tuddenham could spend hours hearing stories of what had actually gone on in the sugar fields. Williams and Bygrave would later testify about the hour shorting, the lack of medical attention, the meager meals. Bygrave would become a class representative on the case, along with Williams and three others. Tuddenham would need hundreds more depositions, but he could not get near the fields. Jamaicans were shipped home on the last day of the harvest, and the sugar companies would not provide employee lists. “You could always tell the Jamaicans, because they were so terrified to talk to us,” says Schell.

By 1989, Tuddenham had enlisted David Gorman, a graduate of Cornell Law School. A Vietnam veteran who rode a Harley and had no history of public-law work, Gorman was certainly not an idealist, but he happened to be a specialist in Florida contract law. “He understood it in two minutes,” Tuddenham recalls. “Intellectually I thought it was interesting,” Gorman says. “How many people that know the system here would have assumed that the cane cutters were well treated in the first place? I got involved because I believed that the tonnage agreement meant what it said, and because these were people who were disenfranchised and had no political clout and who got screwed.”

At the first deposition, Gorman asked a U.S. Sugar manager, “How wide is a row of cane?” Tuddenham and Schell laughed at his naïveté, but, as Tuddenham now admits, “it turned out to be the key to the case. The answer was that you could measure a row by five-feet centers. The row of cane is only an inch or two wide. Then it is five feet to the next row.” Gorman hypothesized that with this precise measure the tonnage of a field could be computed, and he believed he could prove that the sugar companies were violating the language of the clearance order. The question would remain whether the clearance order would hold up as a binding contract in court.

By the end of his first year, Gorman, like Tuddenham and Schell, was set on a path that would change the course of his life, and his motivation deepened as he became aware of how the sugar companies had maneuvered their way through the intricacies of government politics. The lawyers say they were astonished by the level of indifference the Departments of Labor and Agriculture displayed at the treatment of the foreign workers, and they were incensed over a strategy engineered in 1988 by the sugar companies. In 1986, the U.S. government began offering an amnesty that permitted an agricultural worker to get a green card if he had worked 90 days in the United States. Having a green card meant that a cane worker could opt to do construction work or pick apples instead and still remain in the country.

In response, concerned that they would lose their workforce, the sugar companies showed their political muscle in Washington by fighting for an exemption that would deprive their workers of green cards. Their argument was flimsy: they claimed that sugarcane was not “a perishable.” At the Department of Agriculture, Al French, a labor consultant, weighed in on the final decision to exclude the cutters from the program. French, who is from South Florida, had a long relationship with the sugar growers. For years he had worked at the Florida Farm Bureau, and his father had been one of the original architects of the program to bring Bahamian workers to South Florida to work in the fields. In the 1960s, he had worked for the Management Research Institute, a farm-management consulting business run at the time by Rafael Fanjul, the uncle of Pepe and Alfy. French has always maintained that the charges against the growers were overstated. “I don’t think the cutters have such bad labor conditions,” he once told The Wall Street Journal.

This seemed to be one more case of connect-the-dots. Reporters soon theorized that the sugarcane-exemption order had come from the White House. “It was one of the most outrageous things they ever did,” Tuddenham declares. “Workers who had worked all over agriculture were given green cards, and sugarcane workers weren’t.”

In the two years the amnesty program did apply to sugarcane workers, however, scores of them had managed to get other jobs with their temporary green cards, and that allowed them to remain in America. It was from these men that the first stories of what went on in the sugar fields began to trickle out of Palm Beach County, and among them was Bernard Bygrave, who had made his way to West Virginia to pick apples. Irate that their friends and families had been denied green cards or had been deported in the dog war, these former Big Sugar employees slowly began to talk.

Tuddenham, meanwhile, wrote letter after letter to the Departments of Labor and Agriculture, insisting that they had a responsibility to enforce the piece rate in sugar. The department heads would write back and say that the sugar companies used a task rate, not a piece rate. “What is the difference?” Tuddenham demanded, but he got nowhere until Richey ruled in his favor and said he should be able to depose the sugar companies to find out how cane workers were paid. This took almost two years. The team of lawyers allied against Big Sugar was now a loose confederation fighting a war on several fronts. Schell and Tuddenham sent out thousands of letters asking anyone who had worked in sugar to write to them, and soon hundreds of letters began to arrive, postmarked St. Lucia, Trinidad, Jamaica.

*Dear Mr. Schell:

I received your letter. I knew we were being cheated. But I couldn’t say anything because if I did they would say that I was too smart or [that] I’m a ringleader to start a strike. So I just had to except their terms.

On several occasions I heard some of the workers ask the ticket writer for their 8 hours on the ticket and they were sent back home. If they didn’t sent them back home them, the next time.…

Another thing when you get sick or hurt on the job you had to still work or the worker had to give the company the first 7 days free without pay.

After the 7 days was up, they paid you just $18 a day instead of the amount for 8 hours. Sometimes we worked up to 12 hours, and we only got $18 for it.

Whenever you get cut, you go to the doctor, get it stitched and 2 days afterwards you have to go back to work not matter how bad the cut was.… This is only a few things that went wrong.…*

—Letter from a Jamaican cane cutter.

From the beginning of Bygrave, Edward Tuddenham had a problem: he had no ticket writers who would come forward and confirm shorting in the field. “At that time the ticket writers were still working for Big Sugar and wouldn’t tell us the truth,” Greg Schell tells me. “After they mechanized the fields, it was ‘let my people go’ time.”

They therefore made a decision that ultimately put the case at risk: Tuddenham would fight the sugar companies with contract law. Sifting through the archives storeroom of the legal-aid office, he discovered a letter written in 1972 by Fred Sikes, of the Florida Sugar Producers Association. “It was,” he says now, “the ‘Eureka!’ moment.” Sikes’s letter, written to the Department of Labor, said, “We will require all cutters to produce approximately one ton of cane per hour.”

But in depositions, no one would admit to using a standard of tons in the field. “No matter how many times you would ask, you could never get a straight answer,” says Tuddenham. So he shifted his focus and theorized that the mills were the center of the operation. “We have to feed the mill,” one official told him. “And that means we need a certain number of tons every single day.” That was better than nothing, but still it was pretty weak. The growers, however, were beginning to get a sense of how dogged Tuddenham and his group were.

Back in 1988, Tuddenham had been startled to get a phone call from Edward Fountain, a former supervisor at U.S. Sugar. Fountain had moved to North Carolina but had taken with him documents which, Tuddenham recalls, “basically confirmed what we were piecing together. It was a tonnage-based system. He kept meticulous records. What the estimates were. The cane that was burned. What the actual tonnage turned out to be. He claims to have been told: You have to stay ahead of the workers. You are supposed to be getting more tons than you are paying for.” “I even showed proof where they were shorting,” Fountain tells me. “In one year, my crew was shorted 11,000 tons. It makes me mad—$50,000 would have made such a difference in their lives. The sugar companies are all the same.” Fountain eventually decided to give Tuddenham an affidavit. “He was an Anglo from Belle Glade sticking his neck out for a black Jamaican,” Tuddenham says. “Never in your wildest dreams would you have imagined that.”

Contract law is a fundamental of Western democracies, but the argument made by Tuddenham and Gorman would seem contradictory to almost any jury: The document that no worker saw is nonetheless legally binding. Judges, however, are used to dealing with complicated legal parlance, and in August 1992, Judge Lucy Brown ruled in the Bygrave case that Tuddenham and Gorman’s 20,000 clients were owed $51 million in lost wages. Three years later, a Florida appeals court reversed Brown’s decision, saying that the facts were in dispute, and eventually Bygrave was divided into five separate cases.

The potential testimony from cane cutters in jury trials could have become a public-relations catastrophe for U.S. Sugar, and in 1998 the company settled the case and paid the cutters $5.1 million.

As Tuddenham and Gorman prepared to fight Bygrave in the state courts, they hoped that the administration of Bill Clinton would remove the legal stalemate they were confronted with at the Department of Labor. “If they had said it was a productivity standard, it would have been the end of everything. We would have won,” Tuddenham says. Although the standard was not enforced, all through the Reagan administration and most of the Bush administration the Department of Labor had made its position clear: the eight-ton statement was a productivity standard. Additionally, in a separate ruling, an administrative judge said that U.S. Sugar did in fact pay by the ton, and that the eight tons was a productivity standard. As soon as Bygrave was filed in 1989, however, the Department of Labor, according to Tuddenham, “got second thoughts. Then Clinton is elected. We think, Oh great! The secretary of labor under the last Democratic president was Ray Marshall. He had been consulting at the White House. We thought, Fabulous!” Tuddenham got Marshall to work on the case, and, like Lazear earlier, Marshall worked pro bono.

Marshall went to Clinton’s secretary of labor, Robert Reich, and got, he tells me, the cold wind that blew from the sugar lobby of the early Clinton years. “I am looking at this issue,” Reich told him at a meeting, but, Marshall recalls, “the impression I got was that he was not looking at it.” Marshall’s intuition, based on his own years at the Labor Department, was that Reich had been sandbagged by his staff or by the White House. “There was no pressure from the White House,” Reich tells me. “I did not get involved in legal cases. And if I thought that a sugar company was putting pressure on us, I would have hit them harder.” In his memoir, however, Reich is sharply critical of the swirl of soft money that tainted the Clinton White House. He does not mention the Fanjuls, but in the 1992 election cycle, Big Sugar donated $1.2 million to Democratic candidates.

At Steel, Hector & Davis in Miami, Elizabeth du Fresne attempted to talk sense into Greg Schell as a step toward settling all the sugar cases weighing down her desk. Du Fresne, the daughter of a citrus grower, worked with Joseph Klock, and the two considered Schell, Gorman, and Tuddenham one grand annoyance. Du Fresne, who had started her career at Florida Rural Legal Services, had once even written a brief attempting to get lawyers into the camps. However, since her idealistic days at Vanderbilt University, when she dreamed of working with her idol, Edward R. Murrow, on The Voice of America, she had moved on to being a litigator and eventually representing the Fanjuls. Du Fresne, a pragmatist who has made *The National Law Journal’*s best-trial-lawyers list, is voluble and likes to show off a jawbreaker aquamarine-and-diamond ring she bought when she won a $222.5 million settlement for Florida Power & Light. (Ironically, in that case she was pitted against Fanjul affiliates.)

“In the 1980s, the Fanjuls had a theory: You don’t suck up to the media,” du Fresne tells me. “U.S. Sugar had a different, go-out-and-suck-their-ass approach.” Du Fresne looked down the years that she would have to fight with Schell in court and finally decided to attempt a solution. “Everyone was painted with the same brush, and it was a brush that came from the 1960s,” she says. Since Schell and Tuddenham had started their separate campaigns, du Fresne had been fending off a dozen cases under four umbrella suits. One of them, a wage-claim case concerning guaranteed payments at Okeelanta, was already at the court of appeals; transportation cases, improper-wages cases, and the dog-war case were all grinding through the system. Hovering over Schell’s load was the Bygrave case, which had just been reversed in the appellate court. “I am targeting the sugar industry,” Schell had told her on the telephone. In a spirit of conciliation, du Fresne decided to get together with him. “I said to Joe and Alfy, ‘Let me meet with him. I am ex-legal-services. We want better conditions, they want better conditions. Let me see if I can straighten this out.’”

She drove to West Palm Beach on a Saturday. “I said, ‘Greg, at the current cost of defending these lawsuits, the choice will be made very soon. The cost of defending pointless lawsuits will make our decision to mechanize an easy one.’ He said, ‘I don’t care. You have brought in foreign laborers and exploited them. When you do that, all you do is depress the market for American workers. If you mechanize, you mechanize. I don’t believe you ever will. You like the system too much.’” As Schell recalls it, “At one point when we were arguing—maybe that day, maybe on the telephone—I said to Elizabeth, ‘You know, it is so interesting what money will do.’”

Du Fresne drove back to Miami. “I don’t think we are ever going to be successful with him,” she told the Fanjuls. “I think we have to choose our battles. The ones that are going to cost more to fight, I think we will have to mediate.”

Du Fresne especially wanted to settle Bygrave, and she set up a mediation with David Gorman. Both lawyers call the day and a half of wrangling “a fiasco.” “At the end of it, I asked David Gorman in the hall if he would settle for $7 million. That would have been a bargain, considering what this case ultimately cost,” says du Fresne. Gorman said no.

“We always knew whoever settled Bygrave first would settle cheap, and it would be a war chest for Tuddenham and Gorman,” said du Fresne later of U.S. Sugar’s $5.1 million settlement of the Bygrave litigation. Du Fresne went to see Alfy Fanjul. “I said, ‘Why don’t we settle first? It will be a lot cheaper than going to trial.’ He said, ‘Did we do anything wrong?’ I said, ‘This is a bullshit case. You did not do anything wrong.’ He said, ‘How much is it going to cost to defend it? If we did not do anything, I would prefer not to settle, but I am a rational businessperson.’”

Lawyers often trade stories of sprawling civil actions, cases such as Motorola and IBM, that stretch on for years. The standard for public-interest law has always been the Attica case, filed in 1974 to collect damages for inmates harmed as a result of a riot at a prison in upstate New York. As with Bygrave, the basis of it was the treatment of an underclass. Joseph Klock and his colleagues at Steel, Hector & Davis now refer to Edward Tuddenham as “Schlichtmann,” comparing his doggedness for the cane workers to Jan Schlichtmann’s campaign against W. R. Grace for the toxic waste that led to leukemia and death for several children in Woburn, Massachusetts—the basis of Jonathan Harr’s compelling book, A Civil Action. “I read A Civil Action for the first time just before the Atlantic trial,” Tuddenham says, “and I got so ill from it and what happened to Schlichtmann that I did not get out of bed for two days.” Tuddenham identified completely with the “small motions, loss of evidence being allowed, slippages and erosions in the legal system which prevented justice in the case.”

According to Peter Edelman, professor of law at Georgetown Law School, the concept of making social policy through the courts has changed. “The original romantic idea was that you could go into court and put the Constitution down on the desk in front of the judge,” says Edelman. In fact, he continues, this was never true. Edelman uses the nearly 20-year court history of Brown v. Board of Education to demonstrate the need for public-interest lawyers to be as diligent concerning public policy and media strategy as the most gifted litigators. Would Brown have gotten through the courts of today? The courts have already made constitutional adjustments—segregation has ended, legislatures have been re-apportioned—and the number of wins you can have using the Constitution has narrowed. According to a recent survey, 34 percent of Americans believe that federal judges are biased against the poor. “And that statistic is much greater in state court,” Edelman says.

Since the Reagan administration, the Republicans have attacked federal funding for legal-aid services, an initiative led by agribusiness because of the numerous farm-worker cases around the country. Before Newt Gingrich became Speaker of the House of Representatives in 1995, the American Bar Association had always been able to protect legal-services funding. “After Gingrich took over, that was the first time they had enough of a majority to do this slash-and-burn kind of change,” Edelman says, citing the passing in 1996 of an onerous law which prevented legal services from filing class-action lawsuits of any kind, and from taking cases dealing with abortion or welfare. Now these cases all have to be privately funded, mostly through foundation grants.

“It is difficult to get cases through the courts, but every year from the law schools I get hundreds of remarkably gifted graduates to do this kind of work,” says Susan Plum, who oversees the Skadden Arps law firm’s public-interest fellowships. Still, Edelman sees a major shift in values since the 1960s, when Ralph Nader, Thurgood Marshall, and his own wife, Marian Wright Edelman, inspired a generation. “Now the money is not there for this kind of work, the courts are not as receptive, but it is not a change from the clear light of sunshine to the dark of storm. It is more gradual, but it is definitely there.… What I teach is that you have to be three-dimensional. There is no gold standard and never was.”

When Sarah Cleveland arrived in Belle Glade in 1994, she viewed her time there as a sort of Peace Corps experience. She had spent the previous two years in elite clerkships, working under Washington federal judge Louis Oberdorfer and then for Supreme Court justice Harry Blackmun. Her view of Blackmun was as reverential as her father’s had once been of Hugo Black. Just after she passed the bar, she was at the Supreme Court to observe the arguments on her case protesting the deportation of the Haitian boat people. “Have you ever been to Haiti? Haven’t you ever read Graham Greene’s The Comedians ?” Blackmun demanded of a government lawyer. At that moment Cleveland, who had won a Skadden fellowship to work in Belle Glade, decided to delay going there in order to clerk for Blackmun.

Once she got to Florida, she was marooned in a storefront with no lawbooks; for all her research she had to drive to Fort Lauderdale to the law library at Nova Southeastern University. Belle Glade was filled with empty apartments, but as soon as she mentioned that she was a lawyer working for Florida Rural Legal Services, the vacancy signs disappeared. Finally she found a garage apartment owned by a Palestinian merchant.

“Here are your cases,” Schell told her, and handed her the fallout litigation from the dog war, which had happened when Cleveland was still at Brown. Called Malcolm v. Okeelanta , it consisted of claims made against Okeelanta by 355 workers seeking damages for lost jobs and possessions. It had been filed late by a legal-aid office that was overwhelmed by the number of plaintiffs, so the major wage claim had exceeded the statute of limitations. “The young lawyers were trying to think of every legal theory they could,” Schell recalls. “Finally, I just filed the damned thing so we wouldn’t lose it all.”

Cleveland was soon supervising three cases, including the claims of the 355 men deported during the dog war, and she began to comprehend the massive litigation history of the Fanjuls. The office kept a file of news stories of suits filed against them, brought by everyone from partners in their growers’ cooperative to Everglades conservation groups. “Everyone who does business with the Fanjuls winds up suing them,” Schell says. “It’s nonsense,” says Joseph Klock, who was galled by the public reaction to the dog war, claiming it “was only an incident after the fact, as it was replayed in the press.” Schell had informed the Fanjuls he wanted the wrongly deported workers to get their jobs back. “They never called me back,” he says, and they were adamant that they would not settle the claims. “There is no question we mishandled the dog war,” Alfy Fanjul tells me, “and I am sorry that it was handled that way.” “Did it ever occur to you to investigate what in fact happened at Okeelanta?” I ask him. “I spoke with the farm manager and the lawyers,” he says. In the end, for all the reporters and lawyers who made their way to Belle Glade, the dog war became emblematic of migrant workers’ troubles in the Fanjuls’ sugar fields.

One day Schell turned to Cleveland and said, “We are deposing the labor-division head of the Florida Fruit and Vegetable Association in our Bygrave litigation. Edward Tuddenham is coming to do it. You ought to drive over to Orlando to hear him.” As she and Tuddenham walked out of court together, Cleveland remembers, “I looked at him and I thought, You are so much like me.” He was 44 years old and engaged to another woman, but that day he asked Cleveland to fly to Washington and do research at the Supreme Court Library while he and Gorman were taking depositions.

Tuddenham was then living in Austin, where he worked in a small law firm. He sent Sarah his favorite novel, Vladimir Nabokov’s Ada, and she sent him Zora Neale Hurston’s memoir of her childhood in Belle Glade. Love letters followed, but the romance progressed slowly. Two years later, Sarah’s father took her aside and told her that men who wait until they are 46 to get married rarely do. Susan Plum told Cleveland in the course of a phone call that she had recently taken another Skadden fellow “diamond shopping.” When Cleveland told Tuddenham about the call, he said, “We could do that, too.” Six months later, on a trip to Jamaica to take depositions, they were married on a sugar plantation near Montego Bay.

In April 1999, Tuddenham and Gorman were standing in the hallway of the court in Palm Beach when they suddenly looked down and saw a long black limo. “Here comes Willie,” said Tuddenham. “You could see the front of the car about five minutes before you could see the back end,” he adds today. The appearance of Willie Gary startled Tuddenham. The son of migrant farmers, Gary regularly reminds reporters that he picked corn in grade school. Today he lives in a 50-room mansion in Stuart, an hour north of Palm Beach, and flies around the country in his own Gulfstream II, the Wings of Justice, pursuing a lucrative personal-injury practice. Gary, who has two Bentleys, wears $3,000 suits and custom-made crocodile shoes. One day in court he explains his theory of lawyering to me: “It is 15 percent what a jury hears and 85 percent what a jury sees.” He arrives in court with stacks of elaborate printed posters on Masonite boards.

Gary is a courtroom spellbinder, a shrewdy who understands the first basic truth of modern jury trials—the importance of spin. He wrote letters to Gorman saying that he had spoken to “Jamaicans involved in these matters,” who told him they felt “nothing but the highest regard” for the Fanjuls. Incensed that Gary might have violated a judge’s orders by speaking with members of the class action, Gorman asked Gary for a list of the workers he had spoken to. In response, Gary called Gorman’s office and told his secretary that he had spoken to only two Okeelanta employees, neither of whom was a class member. This was the beginning of Gorman’s education in the dramatic style of Willie Gary.

Du Fresne had understood only too well what it would take to sucker-punch the Ivy League lawyers in a Palm Beach County court. “There was no way I was going to face down a jury trying to argue against thousands of poor black Jamaicans without a black lawyer,” she informs me. Gary took one look at the complicated tables of numbers on the tonnage issue and anticipated an easy win. “This is all that they have?” he asked du Fresne.

As we were sitting in the courtroom one day, Joseph Klock jotted in my notebook: “This ridiculous case is a perfect four-part syllogism: A equals B, B equals C, A equals C. God is love, love is blind, Ray Charles is blind, Ray Charles is God. That is Edward and David’s case. You are expected to cut eight tons of cane a day, therefore you are entitled to be paid by the ton. Therefore, you will be paid the hourly rate by the ton. It makes no sense.”

There was, however, plenty of evidence that did make sense. It seemed that the workers were being paid by the ton because the company budgeted each field by the ton. Gorman and Tuddenham provided a cluster of witnesses who testified how the fields were priced and how they were divided by rows and tonnage. Each year Atlantic and Okeelanta hit their budget estimates, no matter what. One witness after another testified that their hours had been cut by ticket writers in order to make their hourly wages appear higher. Du Fresne and Gary overwhelmed the plaintiffs with Cuban ticket writers and black farm managers who denied shaving hours. “We are the preacher and the teacher,” du Fresne said playfully. Gary, sensing the jury’s frustration with the legal minutiae and semantics, held up at one point in his final argument an elaborately printed trial board that read, this is a frivolous lawsuit. Then he held up another, of Lady Justice in Day-Glo green, and announced, “I want to introduce you to a lady.” For all of Gary’s theatrics, it was du Fresne who came up with the clinching argument for the Fanjuls. The workers had a contract they had agreed to: They were paid by the row. Did anyone ever tell them that they were being paid by the ton? They called farm managers, former ticket writers, and company lawyers, who all said no, no one had ever told them they were being paid by the ton.

Du Fresne was convinced that her most compelling witness was the government representative from the West Indies who had worked out the laborers’ contract. “They had never negotiated a contract in tonnage,” du Fresne said. Despite the cane cutters’ accounts of the grueling conditions in the fields, the heart of the matter was that it was a contract action. “People promise to do things in a contract. The Fanjuls hadn’t promised anything they didn’t do.”

Judge Edward Fine’s instructions to the jury were a puzzle: Did the contract require the Atlantic Sugar Association to pay a minimum of $5.30 for each ton? There was no reference in the judge’s instructions as to what might have been Atlantic’s actual budgeting plan. The jury was to focus on the intentions of the company, not on the tonnage-based theory of the plaintiff. Gorman and Tuddenham were convinced that the jury instructions were stacked against them. “Did they intend to pay them $5.30 a ton?” asked Gorman. “No, they had budgeted $4 a ton. We knew that. On the other side, you have the cutters; did they intend to get, or expect to get, $5.30 a ton? No. They did not know that the document that required it existed. If you had said to these guys, ‘Come to the United States and we will pay you $3 an hour,’ they would have said, ‘Fine!’ For $2 an hour they would be there!”

Roger Gamblin, the jury foreman, later said that he had been “irritated” by the judge’s instructions, wondering more than once, Why have we been here for a month? He believed, he said, that the judge had decided the case. Gamblin, who owns a title company, had no problem understanding the charts and graphs of the cutters’ case. He would later actually consult Gorman on a contract matter, he was so impressed with him in court. Inside the jury room, Gamblin said to the other jurors, “Did the company cheat the workers?” They said yes. The instructions from the judge, however, were clear. They had to decide whether the company had intended to pay the workers what it did. That was all. “It was clear that the incentive system was a moving benchmark,” he tells me. “I don’t use the word ‘fraud,’ but there was no level playing field for the workers.”

When the jurors returned to the courtroom, one woman was crying. The foreman asked the judge to read an unusual statement, which would later be reported in the Palm Beach Post.

Atlantic Sugar consistently misrepresented to the cutters the incentive features of their task system of payment. It was shameful.

However, the scope of the verdict form presented to us by the court was limited to a single issue—“Does the contract require Atlantic to pay plaintiffs a minimum task rate of $5.30 per ton of harvest cane?”

This case was not frivolous.

A few miles from the courthouse, in the neighborhood known as Little Guatemala, a former cane cutter named Michael Cameron lives in a single room attached to a family’s larger room in a dilapidated boardinghouse. He has no telephone, and it takes him some time to come to the door. He peers out, unsure whether to speak to me. It is a steamy April night, and he is in his underwear, but he quickly pulls on a pair of shorts. Ascertaining that I am not a lawyer or a cop, he agrees to come out and talk in the car.

Cameron, who was known as Big Mike at Okeelanta, was one of the fastest workers, sometimes cutting 20 tons in a single day. Arriving in Florida at age 21, he considered himself lucky just to get hired. That was, he said, “better than yard,” the Jamaican expression meaning no work. “Gentlemen, if it were easy, you would not be here,” the supervisor told the workers on their first day at Okeelanta.

I ask Cameron what he would say to Alfy Fanjul if he were sitting in the car with us. “I would say to him that he hides from his dirty work. They try to pat you on the shoulder in order to get you to kill the other guy.… Most of their guys in the field are the lead men and the ticket writers. They take them ‘off the knife.’ They know that cutting cane is very hard, so they try to work on the boss’s side. The boss tell them to cheat us, and they say, ‘I have to do my job, man. I have to get away from the slavery.’ … I have seen men working for 30-odd years on the contract. That man is old and shaky. He cannot get up the row as fast as he could.… They use the term ‘car faster than car’—that man is old, I am young, faster than him.

“I have seen young guys who have never cut cane before.… I see guys crying and giving blood and coming out of the field crying because he has nothing on his check.… I have seen guys injured, got cut, and their back pulled out. I have seen them sent home with nothing.…

“Nothing lasts forever. And someday those billionaires are going to die, and they are not going to be able to carry a cent with them. Everyone is going to atone for what he done!”

“I am shocked,” says Joseph Klock in response. “The longevity of employment relationships at Alfy and Pepe’s companies contradicts that.”

After the Atlantic defeat, Tuddenham’s Austin partners met him with icy annoyance. “I told them, ‘This is the Titanic. I can’t abandon ship now. But the reality is we are partners. Do you want to get on the lifeboat?’” He recalls one partner, whom he had brought to the firm, saying, “Isn’t it time to give up? You’ve done enough! I have kids and I have a husband who hates this case. It is 10 years!” Tuddenham simply handed them an estimate of projected expenses—$100,000 to mount the appeal. Then he moved his office to the dining-room table at his house in South Austin, where he had started growing a row of sugarcane in the backyard.

His wife, Sarah, now a professor at the University of Texas School of Law, worked on briefs while she obtained tenure, aware that an increase in her salary would help to fund Bygrave. It was May 1999, and they had only four months until the next scheduled trial against another Fanjul company, Okeelanta.

A few weeks later, Tuddenham and Cleveland are in Jamaica on a fervid search for new witnesses to carry the October trial. They have a promising lead, a former ticket writer named Glenord Gordon, who worked at Okeelanta. A cane cutter named Adolphus Gordon, who is not related to Glenord, has already agreed to testify, but Glenord Gordon, as a ticket writer, would have far greater impact. Schell has told them that Gordon speaks without the thick Jamaican accent that American juries have trouble understanding, but there is no guarantee that they will find him. The district of Barbary Hall, where Gordon lives, has no telephone service, and mail is delivered only once a week. There are no road signs, no roads, and dirt trails cut through the bromeliad forests.

It is the monsoon season. Mosquitoes are swarming, the beaches are deserted. The map of Jamaica on Cleveland’s knees is crumpled from the humidity. At one hamlet, a Jamaican comes out of a shed with a tin roof and cinder-block walls to show us a silver machete he earned at the Sugar Cane Growers Cooperative when he cut more cane than anyone else in his crew. “Is this case still not won?” he asks Tuddenham. “Not yet,” Tuddenham says. “Are the jobs coming back?” “I am afraid not,” he says, “but we are fighting to get you some of what you are owed.” The cane cutter is silent. He has no work and is clearly desperately poor.

The next day, Tuddenham and Cleveland find the man they’ve traveled so far to see. “Are you Glenord Gordon?” Tuddenham asks. Gordon, who is middle-aged, is at home, waiting out a torrential rainstorm, with his children around him. To describe his dealings with the farm manager, he uses the phrase “back on the knife,” the same language Michael Cameron used. “Back on the knife” means returning to cutting up to 10 tons of sugarcane a day and risking the loss of an eye or a toe because you have to work fast or be deported. “The men were complaining that I was robbing them of hours, and that all of the ticket writers were robbing them of hours,” he says. “I told them that’s what we had to do, and that we did not have any choice.… The company definitely knew that the hours were being cut. They had to know, because every day the men would be out there working 8, 9, 10 hours per day.… The men often worked more than eight hours, but they were never paid for more than eight hours.” Glenord Gordon says he is willing to testify, and Tuddenham brings him to Palm Beach to take the stand in Bygrave v. Okeelanta.

Pointing his finger at Adolphus Gordon on the last day of the trial in October 1999, Willie Gary tells the jury, “He lied to you. I don’t mean to offend anybody by using the word ‘lie,’ but I don’t know any other way to put it.” The trial has begun on a bizarre note, with Gorman and Tuddenham moving for a verdict against themselves. “The judge’s instructions were not changing. Why spend weeks going through a case that would lead to a train wreck?” says Tuddenham. Judge Edward Fine is not amused, and rules against them. Time after time, despite Tuddenham’s and Gorman’s objections, the judge allows Gary to accuse Adolphus Gordon of perjury—of telling “whoppers.” At the lunch break, I follow Glenord Gordon out of the courtroom, and he tells me, “I wanted to go home. I know what this town is like. There is no way they are going to rule for a black man from Jamaica.”

Despite Gordon’s testimony, once again a jury is unmoved by the meticulous presentation by Tuddenham and Gorman of charts and graphs. Michael Cameron even takes the stand and testifies that sometimes he didn’t bother to ask what he was being paid on the row. “I didn’t want the heartbreak,” he says. After weeks of expert testimony on both sides, the jury comes back in four hours, finding for the Fanjuls. The National Law Journal will later cite Bygrave v. Atlantic as one of the most significant defense wins of the year.

“Have you ever cut sugarcane?” I ask Alfy Fanjul the last time we are together. He has invited me to lunch on the Crili and is in high spirits after his second court win in the long-running Bygrave litigation. “I have cut cane, and it was so brutal I couldn’t last 20 minutes,” he says, laughing. “I had just come to Florida, and the farm manager wanted me to understand what this was. I thought I was going to have a heart attack.” We are seated at lunch, and Fanjul’s steward is serving us pasta.

From where we sit, I can see the other yachts in the marina and the causeway leading to West Palm Beach. It is easy to understand how Alfy and Pepe Fanjul inspired Carl Hiaasen’s creation of the Cuban sugar-baron brothers, the Rojos, in Strip Tease. This characterization so vexed the Fanjuls that Jorge Dominicis once drove five hours to Hiaasen’s retreat in the Keys to demand of him whether in fact Pepe and Alfy were the models for the Rojos. “Why, Jorge,” Hiaasen said, “the Rojos are an invention of my sick and perverted mind.”

I ask Fanjul if he believes he has any residual moral obligation to the thousands of cutters who once worked in his fields. Would he ever consider a bold public-relations move such as setting up an educational fund for the children of the cutters? Fanjul looks at me oddly. “Why would I do that?” he asks. “We give a lot of money to charity.” I mention that it might be good for his image, and talk a bit about James Burke of Johnson & Johnson, who once stripped store shelves of all Tylenol because of tampering. “You have won the cases so far, but all these hundreds of depositions and your first jury indicate that something went wrong in those fields. Wouldn’t it be small change to you to give a few million dollars as a goodwill gesture?” Fanjul smiles but says nothing. “Do you reject that idea?” I ask. “I reject the idea,” he says.

For hours after I leave the Crili, I think about Alfy Fanjul’s response, which was totally authentic and consistent with his position from the moment he set up in the Everglades. Fanjul truly believes he gave 20,000 Jamaicans an opportunity to make money in America, and he does not for a moment accept that he has done anything wrong. From Fanjul’s point of view, Michael Cameron and hundreds of other former cane cutters now have green cards and live in America, while 20,000 other cutters live in squalor without jobs on the islands.

Edward Tuddenham, ever standing on principle, is just as convinced that his efforts are well placed. “Is it possible that you will spend the rest of your life working on this case?” I ask him one night in Jamaica. We are sitting outside under a full moon, and he waits a long time to answer. “Yes,” he says.

On a rainy morning this past December, Tuddenham awakened early in Austin to listen to Joseph Klock and Laurence Tribe argue in front of the U.S. Supreme Court over the Florida recount. The night before, he had been up late rereading Moby Dick, and after thinking for so many years that Captain Ahab was evil, he was surprised that he now identified with Ahab’s obsession. “Someone has to try for the whale,” he said to his wife, Sarah Cleveland. Six months pregnant, she had just been named professor of the year at the University of Texas law school, where she teaches civil procedure. One of the cases she uses is Edward’s 1980 battle with the onion growers of Hereford, Texas. Cleveland is appalled by the fact that in class discussions many of her students side with the growers. Listening to Klock tangle with Justice Scalia, Tuddenham was struck with another irony; he felt a surprising affection for his longtime adversary and experienced a certain wistfulness thinking about the passage of time. Laurence Tribe, who was arguing for Gore, had been Tuddenham’s professor at Harvard Law. “It is as if every piece of my life is suddenly aligned. I thought, Here is the family arguing again,” he told me. Still ahead of Tuddenham are two more Bygrave cases to try, and he is waiting for the Florida appeals court to rule on his Okeelanta defeat; the Atlantic decision went against him. Listening to the arguments in the Supreme Court, he looked around his living room, at an antique map of Jamaica and his collection of 19th-century photographs of sugarcane cutters, and he was overwhelmed. “The sugar companies are unbelievably powerful. Joe Klock has unbelievable power,” he said. “Reconciling one’s faith in the system is a difficult and ongoing task.… Call me Ahab.”

Marie Brenner

Writer-at-large.

• Global Affairs

Tech billionaire's sunken superyacht claimed to be 'unsinkable' by CEO after capsizing in storm, six bodies found

Giovanni Costantino, CEO of the company that built the superyacht which sunk off the coast of Sicily on Monday, said he was in "disbelief" upon learning of the vessel's tragic fate, revealing the yacht was meant to be "unsinkable". 

Tech billionaire Mike Lynch's sunken yacht has been touted as "unsinkable" by the CEO of the company that built it, with six bodies recovered since the vessel went down off the coast of Sicily in Italy.

The vessel, with 22 tourists and crew aboard, was caught in a ferocious storm in the early hours of Monday (local time) while anchored at the popular holiday destination.

It is understood those on board were asleep at the time, many in their cabins on the lower decks. 

Emergency services raced to the scene, rescuing 15 people, including a one-year-old baby and her mother.

CCTV footage shows the final moments before Mike Lynch’s superyacht capsized off the coast of Sicily. #Bayesian #MikeLynch pic.twitter.com/XqwohFubsO — Daily Mail Online (@MailOnline) August 21, 2024

Giovanni Costantino, CEO of The Italian Sea Group, the company that built the Bayesian yacht, told Sky News UK the vessel's structure and drift keel made them "unsinkable bodies".

"Being the manufacturer of Perini (boats), I know very well how the boats have always been designed and built," he said.

"And as Perini is a sailing ship, sailing ships, it is well known, are the safest in the most absolute sense." 

The body of Canadian-Antiguan chef, Recaldo Thomas, was located in the water near the shipwreck shortly after the incident.

Italian authorities have since recovered five more bodies since the $27 million superyacht sank including tech billionaire Mike Lynch,  Morgan Stanley International chair, Jonathan Bloomer, his wife Judy Bloomer, lawyer Christopher Morvillo and his wife Neda Morvillo. 

Mr Lynch's 18-year-old daughter, Hannah, is still unaccounted for, with divers continuing their search efforts. 

Mr Costantino said learning the yacht had sunk "put (him) in a state of sadness on one side and of disbelief on the other".

"This incident sounds like an unbelievable story, both technically and as a fact," he said.

Mr Costantino also told local television he blamed “human error” for the yacht’s sinking.

“It drives me insane,” he said.

“Following all the proper procedures, that boat is unsinkable.”

CCTV footage from a nearby villa emerged soon after the disaster, revealing the 56-metre luxury vessel, had sunk in less than a minute as a wild storm smashed the boat.

The 50-second clip showed the intense weather lashing the lit-up superyacht anchored some 200 metres from the shore before it disappeared and sank into the water.

“In just sixty seconds you can see the ship disappear," the owner of the villa told Italian news agency ANSA about the video.

“Of about twenty cameras installed in the house, only one was not disturbed by the wind and rain. You can clearly see what is happening. There was nothing that could be done for the boat. It disappeared in a very short time.”

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Former President Bill Clinton was spotted in the Hamptons spending time with two prominent sugar billionaires.

Clinton, who recently turned 75, was seen chatting and boarding a yacht with brothers Alfonso and Pepe Fanjul in Sag Harbor, New York on Tuesday. 

Pictured: Bill Clinton,Alfonso Fanjul Ref: SPL5250460 310821 EXCLUSIVE Picture by: Matt Agudo / SplashNews.com

HILLARY, CHELSEA CLINTON SPOTTED IN THE HAMPTONS AHEAD OF 'AMERICAN CRIME STORY: IMPEACHMENT' PREMIERE

The Fanjul brothers own a sugar and real estate empire in Florida that is estimated to be worth over $8 billion. Alfonso Fanjul, 84, is a longtime Democratic donor, while his brother Pepe, 77, donated to former President Donald Trump’s re-election campaign.

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Both Clinton and Pepe Fanjul were friends of convicted sex criminal Jeffrey Epstein and appeared in the late financier’s "black book" of wealthy and influential contacts.

BILL AND HILLARY CLINTON SPOTTED STROLLING IN THE HAMPTONS WEEKS BEFORE MINISERIES ON LEWINSKY SCANDAL

Chelsea, Hillary and Bill Clinton have been spending time in the Hamptons ahead of the release of the FX mini-series, "American Crime Story: Impeachment," which focuses on Bill's affair with Monica Lewinsky.

Pictured: Bill Clinton,Jose Fanjul,Alfonso Fanjul Ref: SPL5250460 310821 EXCLUSIVE Picture by: Matt Agudo / SplashNews.com Splash News 

The series is reportedly based on Jeffrey Toobin's book  " A Vast Conspiracy: The Real Story of the Sex Scandal That Nearly Brought Down a President."

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Lewinsky was also a producer on the show. Feldstein told Entertainment Weekly the anti-bullying activist was consulted on "every word" and "every script page."

The show is set to premiere Sept. 7.

The show, a 10-part miniseries, stars Clive Owen as Bill Clinton, Edie Falco as Hillary Clinton, Sarah Paulson as Linda Tripp, and Beanie Feldstein as Monica Lewinsky.

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Bill Clinton spotted on yacht with ‘Epstein-linked billionaire’ ahead of Impeachment series about Monica Lewinsky affair

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FORMER President Bill Clinton has been spotted on a yacht alongside billionaire brothers - one of whom has reported links to Jeffrey Epstein.

It comes ahead of the release of the series “American Crime Story: Impeachment,” which focuses on his affair with Monica Lewinsky.

Clinton, 75,  was pictured boarding a yacht with Alfonso and Pepe Fanjul in Sag Harbor, New York, on Tuesday. 

Both Clinton and Pepe Fanjul were close to convicted sex criminal Jeffrey Epstein and appeared in his “black book” with wealthy and influential contacts, reports claim.

The Fanjul brothers who own a sugar and real estate empire worth over $8 billion have been close to the Clinton family for decades.

Alfonso "Alfy", 84, is a longtime Democratic donor, while Jose "Pepe" 77, donated to Donald Trump’s re-election campaign.

In July a podcast claimed that the ex- President took two secret trips with Jeffrey Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell , and even flew on the convicted paedophile's infamous private jet.

Investigative journalist Vicky Ward claimed on  her podcast "Chasing Ghislaine" that Clinton flew on Epstein's jet, dubbed the "Lolita Express", in February 2005 while visiting Japan, Taiwan, and China.

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It comes ahead of the release of the series "American Crime Story: Impeachment," which focuses on his affair with Monica Lewinsky.

Chelsea, Hillary and Bill Clinton have been spending time in the Hamptons ahead of the release of the much-anticipated series.

The show covers the national crisis that led to the first impeachment of a U.S. President in over a century.

It is reportedly based on Jeffrey Toobin's book  " A Vast Conspiracy: The Real Story of the Sex Scandal That Nearly Brought Down a President." 

It is set to air on FX, September 7, 2021, at 10pm EST.

During the production of the show, the real  Monica Lewinsky  was an executive producer and even including the infamous  thong flash  that made headlines back in the day.

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EXCLUSIVE: Bill Clinton is seen hanging out with billionaire sugar baron brothers Alfonso and Jose 'Pepe' Fanjul - a one-time friend of Jeffrey Epstein - after spending the day on 95-ft yacht in Sag Harbor

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Published: 11:34 EDT, 2 September 2021 | Updated: 16:14 EDT, 2 September 2021

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Bill Clinton was spotted on Tuesday hanging out with two sugar baron billionaire brothers, one of whom was once friends with Jeffrey Epstein. The former president, 75, was pictured with influential political donors Alfonso 'Alfy' and Jose 'Pepe' Fanjul disembarking their yacht in the tony town of Sag Harbor, New York. The brothers, whose Florida sugar and real estate empire is worth $8.2 billion, have been close to the Clinton family for decades, with Alfonso co-chairing Clinton's Florida campaign in 1992.

A special prosecutor's report into Clinton's affair with Monica Lewinsky infamously noted how the president even interrupted his breakup conversation with her to take a 22-minute call from one of the brothers. Both Clinton and Jose, who goes by the nickname 'Pepe', appear in late Jeffrey Epstein's 'black book' of celebrity, wealthy and influential contacts. Pictured: Alfonso 'Alfy' speaking with Bill Clinton. 

Exclusive photos obtained by DailyMail.com show the former president hanging out with the Florida sugar baron brothers after spending time on Alfy's (pictured) yacht.

The Cuban-born brothers' companies, which include Domino Sugar, Florida Crystals and ASR Group, now give the Fanjuls an estimated wealth of $8.2 billion according to Bloomberg, and reportedly comprise 40% of the sugar refining industry in the state. Pictured: Pepe is seen wearing sunglasses while his brother speaks with Bill.

Clinton was seen talking with Alfy on a boat dock on Tuesday afternoon while Pepe (second from left) 77, stood nearby.

The Fanjuls have used some of their wealth to cultivate close political contacts from both parties - with Alfonso courting Democrats and Pepe pursuing Republicans.

Clinton at one point was seen taking a white paper Sag Harbor Books bag from one of the yacht crew as he stepped off the 93-foot vessel. A spokesman for Fanjul's company Florida Crystals told the Palm Beach Daily News in 2019 that Pepe and Epstein 'obviously knew each other and had some contact in the past. But there isn't any ongoing business or social relationship with Mr Epstein.'

The pair are seen stepping off Alfonso's boat, Crili, named after his daughters Crista and Lillian. The brothers also own a Gulfstream G-IV private jet. 

Elder Fanjul brother, Alfonso, 84, has donated to the Clinton Foundation for years, and acted as co-chair of Bill Clinton's Florida campaign in 1992. The brothers say they built their empire on American values. 'We consider ourselves the classic American success story,' Alfonso told Vanity Fair in 2001. 'We came here and worked very, very hard.'

Pictured: Pepe with Epstein's alleged procurer Ghislaine Maxwell in 2006.

Clinton has also been scrutinized for his relationship with the late disgraced billionaire, after appearing on flight manifests for Epstein's jet. He is pictured here speaking with Epstein and Ghislaine Maxwell at the White House in 1993.

The Fanjuls were born into pre-revolution Cuba's aristocracy, entertaining the upper crust at their mansion in Havana paid for by their father's sugar business on the Caribbean island. The brothers and their relatives are reported to have donated nearly $4 million to federal candidates, parties, and political action committees between 2004 and 2016. The brothers have a strong interest in maintaining their political clout, as their companies have taken hundreds of millions of dollars in controversial farming subsidies since the 1990s that have come under attack from politicians including former Vice President Al Gore.

Clinton's outing in The Hamptons comes ahead of the much-anticipated premiere of American Crime Story: Impeachment, which chronicles the Monica Lewinsky scandal. Lewinsky (pictured) had a sexual relationship with then-President Clinton as a 22-year-old unpaid White House intern, and the affair led to his impeachment in 1998.

Iconic: British actor Clive Owen recreates the infamous moment Bill Clinton addressed the nation claiming he did not have relations with Monica Lewinsky in first full trailer for Impeachment: American Crime Story. 

Owen's costume fit Clinton down to his red tie, though he was covered with prostheses to adopt the embattled president's distinctive nose and face. 

Subtle transformation: Unlike her costars, Beanie Feldstein did wear noticeable prosthetics to play Monica Lewinsky.

Beanie achieved the former intern's recognizable look with a wig and her business clothing.

Family affair: The Sopranos star Edie is seen for the first time in character with a young actress playing her daughter Chelsea Clinton.

The dramatic portrayal somewhat resembles the real mother-daughter duo. 

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Chilling footage captures superyacht's final moments before disappearing under the water as 6 people remain missing

By James Kay

Newly released security camera footage captures the final moments of the Bayesian superyacht as it sank on Monday.

As previously reported , the tragic incident unfolded off the coast of Italy on Monday morning when the 160-foot luxury superyacht Bayesian capsized during a violent storm near Sicily.

The yacht, carrying 22 people - 12 passengers and 10 crew members - was caught in a sudden and devastating waterspout tornado.

According to Italian media, the tornado’s fierce winds snapped the yacht's single mast, causing the vessel to lose balance and ultimately capsize.

The Italian Coast Guard and local authorities launched an immediate rescue operation, managing to save 15 people, but sadly one person has been confirmed dead while six are still missing, per the Independent .

Authorities are increasingly concerned that British tech tycoon Mike Lynch and five others who were with him on holiday may be trapped inside the yacht.

Among the rescued was a one-year-old child who was airlifted to a children's hospital in Palermo.

A spokesperson for Italy’s Coast Guard confirmed that weather forecasts had warned of potential storms across southern Italy on Sunday, with strong winds predicted for the area.

Newly released security camera footage from a location just 650 feet away from where the Bayesian superyacht sank shows the vessel's final moments as it vanished beneath the waves.

The chilling video reveals the yacht's lights slowly fading from view as the storm intensified, ultimately consuming the luxury vessel.

A witness, who reviewed the footage after hearing about the incident, shared their experience with Giornale Di Sicilia .

“Of about 20 cameras installed in the house, only one was not disturbed by the wind and rain. You can clearly see what is happening,” the witness said.

“There was nothing that could be done for the boat. It disappeared in a very short time,” the witness added, emphasizing the rapid and unstoppable nature of the tragedy.

The search for six missing individuals is ongoing. Among those unaccounted for are four Britons, two Americans, and one Canadian, according to reports from The Guardian .

Notably, British tech entrepreneur Mike Lynch is among the missing, though his wife, Angela Bacares, was rescued.

Also missing are Lynch's teenage daughter, Hannah, along with his American lawyer, Chris Morvillo - a former assistant district attorney in New York - and his wife, Neda.

British banker Jonathan Bloomer, chairman of Morgan Stanley International, was also still missing as of Tuesday.

The yacht’s captain, James Catfield, survived the ordeal and was seen outside an emergency room in Termini Imerese, described by sources as "limp" and visibly exhausted.

Reflecting on the disaster, he made a chilling five-word confession: "We didn't see it coming," per the Mirror .

Rescue efforts are ongoing with experts from Italy and the UK attending the scene.

As reported by BBC News , the wreckage is 50m (165ft) below the surface of the water.

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After nearly a week of perusing art and carousing parties in Miami, the wealthy retreated to their yachts for private parties over the weekend. Sugar baron Pepe Fanjul hosted Miami Beach’s new mayor, Philip Levine, Stavros Niarchos and girlfriend Jessica Hart, Alex von Furstenberg, gallerists Nick Acquavella and Adam Lindemann and Dori Cooperman, among others, on his yacht at Sunset Harbor Yacht Club in Miami Beach. Meanwhile, billionaire George Lindemann and wife Frayda threw their own yacht reception for guests including Simon de Pury. And on Saturday tech and nightlife entrepreneur Michael Hirtenstein and wife Christina invited a beautiful crowd to his 150-foot yacht Il Sole at Miami Beach Marina.

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South Africans Leah Randall, 20, and Katja Chicken, 22, are staying at a Sicily hotel alongside other survivors as four bodies were recovered from the wreckage.

According to local newspaper Giornale di Sicilia , both of them remained in shock days following the superyacht sinking.

They were spotted in the hall of the Domina Zagarella hotel in Santa Flavia, which has also become a makeshift headquarters for police and rescue crew.

The hostesses are quoted as saying: “We are alive by a miracle.”

Their trembling voices were accompanied by tears, seemingly unable to elaborate further amid their ongoing distress.

One of them then heads to the bathroom to wipe away tears, the local paper says.

She adds: “It was terrible.”

The survivors don’t appear to have given the paper more details of their rescue.

Leah’s mum Heidi told Sky News she was “beyond relieved” to hear her “daughter’s life was spared by the grace of God”.

“It doesn’t make it any easier living with the heartache of those who have lost their lives (or are) missing,” she added.

“My very deepest condolences to the chef’s family as they formed a great friendship.”

The Bayesian sank in Porticello after a freakish storm battered the boat.

It’s believed to have capsized when it was struck by a tornado over the water – known as a waterspout.

Fifteen people clung on to a lifeboat to escape the terror, but five have now been confirmed dead including the yacht’s chef, Ricardo Thomas.

Two bodies pulled from the sunken vessel were confirmed to be those of Brit tech tycoon Mike and his 18-year-old daughter, Hannah.

Mike’s wife Angela is also staying at the hotel after she survived the sinking at 5am on Monday morning when the storm hit.

Italian authorities are probing whether hatches were left open by crew members, which could’ve led to the yacht sinking at speed as it filled with water.

Given the forecast for bad weather, it’s unclear whether proper safety precautions were taken.

Survivors including captain James Cutfield, are being interviewed by investigators , who will also ask divers and rescue crew for evidence.

Luca Mercalli, president of the Italian Meteorological Society, said that in light of the weather warnings the crew should have woken the guests and given them life jackets.

The yacht was swallowed by the sea in minutes and the wreck now lies 50 metres below the surface.

Powerful water pressure at such depth means divers can only scour the debris for short 12-minute intervals before having to rise back up.

An engineer claimed there was a chance some of the missing passengers could be alive in air pockets, but a race against the clock to locate them proved to be challenging.

Divers had to force their way through a 3cm-thick porthole in one area, while other pathways are blocked by floating debris.

An underwater robot was also deployed to survey the wreck because it can last longer than human divers.

Mr Cutfield, 51, spoke from hospital and said he had no idea the tornado was coming towards the ship.

Mr Cutfield, from New Zealand, had captained luxury yachts for eight years and had previously worked on building them for 30 years.

He told La Repubblica: “We didn’t see it coming.”

Meanwhile Cutfield’s brother Mark told the NZ Herald his brother was a “very good sailor”.

And he added he was “very well respected” in the Mediterranean.

Mark said the skipper is still recovering in hospital, but managed to escape with injuries that were not “too dramatic”.

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Those on board said the mast collapsed in stormy weather, causing glass to shatter everywhere and the boat to capsize.

Witnesses said a 12-minute waterspout had struck the boat, bringing a furious vortex against the vessel.

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Fanjul family honored as everglades agricultural area (eaa) farm family of the year.

On November 9, Pepe Fanjul and his family were recognized by the Western Palm Beach County Farm Bureau as the Everglades Agricultural Area 2016 Farm Family of the Year. The award was presented by John Hundley, Chairman of the Board of the Sugar Cane Growers Cooperative of Florida, at Ray’s Heritage Packing House in Belle Glade.

The award is given to farm families who exhibit excellence in their commitment to agriculture and civic engagement in the Glades region of western Palm Beach County, where the Fanjul family has been farming since 1960. The family’s companies, Fanjul Corp. and Florida Crystals Corporation, produce sugarcane, rice and sweetcorn. They are also a longtime source of support for families in the Glades communities.

“We’re really humbled,” said Andres Fanjul upon receiving the award, echoing the sentiments of the rest of the Fanjul family. “It’s an incredible opportunity. When I read all the families that have won this award in the past, it’s an honor to be included as part of that group.”

The Everglades Agricultural Area (EAA) is among the most productive and sustainable agricultural basins in the world. In addition to providing thousands of jobs for farmers in the Glades region, the Fanjul family has been an integral part of the community for decades through their charitable support, particularly their efforts to improve access to high-quality education and to reduce hunger.

“The Fanjuls’ presence here in the Glades is a blessing to us all,” said Ashley Tripp, Vice President at Tripp Electric Motors, Inc.  “They have devoted their lives to excellence and showing us also how we, too, can acquire, through all of the work that they do in this community.”

The Fanjul family founded New Hope Charities , a grassroots nonprofit that provides services for children and families in western Palm Beach County ranging from daycare and health care to food distribution. The Fanjul family also founded two charter schools in Pahokee, Everglades Preparatory Academy and Glades Academy , to increase educational opportunities for families in the Glades.

Emilia Fanjul’s “A Night of Great Expectations” Supports Local Charter Schools

Pepe Fanjul was all smiles as he supported his wife’s annual fundraiser, “A Night of Great Expectations.”

The fundraiser supports two charter schools that were founded by Emilia Fanjul.  Everglades Preparatory Academy is a charter high school in Pahokee, Florida, and Glades Academy is a charter elementary-middle school, also in Pahokee.  Emilia Fanjul serves as chairwoman of the board of directors of both schools and has a passion for helping the children in western Palm Beach County.  Mrs. Fanjul told the Wall Street Journal of the schools’ focus on the children, “we mentor them, we nurture them and we educate them.”   Read more here .

Pepe Fanjul Proudly Stands by His Wife Emilia Fanjul As She Receives Vanidades Magazine’s Icon of Style of Philanthropy Award

Pepe Fanjul proudly accompanied his wife Emilia Fanjul to the Vanidades Icon of Style event in New York last Thursday.   Pepe Fanjul was there to support Emilia as she was honored as Vanidades’ Icon of Style of Philanthropy on September 27 at the Spanish-language magazine’s annual Icon of Style Awards.

Deborah Norville, anchor of TV’s Inside Edition, presented Emilia with the recognition during a night of celebration at the Mandarin Hotel in New York City.  More than 10 years ago, Emilia founded two charter schools in rural western Palm Beach County to give parents a choice in their children’s education.  Emilia serves as chairwoman of the two schools — Everglades Preparatory Academy high school and Glades Academy elementary school — in Pahokee.

“I’m a proud husband tonight,” said a smiling Pepe Fanjul, who is vice chairman, president and chief operating officer of Florida Crystals Corporation, a company whose sugar operations are also located in the western communities.  “I’ve watched Emilia work so tirelessly for the past decade to make sure the children in her schools receive the best education possible and do it in a safe and nuturing environment.”

Glades Academy earned an A rating in the last school year and was the only elementary school in the western area to do so.  The elementary school also achieved Annual Year Progress (AYP) the last three out of four years.  The charter schools are partially underwritten through an annual fundraiser at Palm Beach’s Café Boulud.  Pepe Fanjul is an annual benefactor, supporting his wife’s passion and helping the children in the communities excel.

“I’m grateful to Vanidades for the recognition as an Icon of Philanthropy,” said Emilia Fanjul.  “I believe a quality education is a fundamental right all children should have.  The time I spend working to give the students at my schools a better education is completely rewarding to me individually.”

Emilia achieved a long-time goal in December 2011 when she cut the ribbon at the grand opening of the brand new Glades Academy school campus.  Pepe Fanjul and the Fanjul family’s company, Florida Crystals Corporation, donated the land where the new school was built.

Other Vanidades’ Icon of Style winners include designers Carolina Herrera, Angel Sanchez, Sara Beltran and Gabriela Moya; Polo player Nacho Figueras, musician Ruben Blades; and artist Ruben Toledo.

Pepe Fanjul, Pepe Fanjul Jr & Alfy Fanjul Visit the Osceola Sugar Mill

Pepe fanjul and chris tucker, pepe fanjul congratulates glades academy elementary charter school for achieving an a grade and adequate yearly progress (ayp).

Pepe Fanjul sends out his deepest congratulations to Glades Academy’s school children, teachers, administrators and board members for the tremendous work they did to achieve the charter school’s first A rating.   Pepe Fanjul also recognizes the amazing effort that went into achieving Adequate Yearly Progress for the second consecutive year, as well as in three of the past four school years.

Pepe Fanjul has been closely involved in the school for 10 years.  Glades Academy Elementary charter school was founded by Pepe’s wife Emilia Fanjul in 2001 to offer children and parents in the rural communities of western Palm Beach County a wider range of school choice and options for education.  Emilia Fanjul serves as chairwoman of the board of the Pahokee school.

The results of the 2010 – 2011 school year show that Glades Academy Elementary school is excelling at both the state and federal levels.  The rating system is part of the state of Florida’s A+ Plan, while Adequate Yearly Progress, or AYP, is part of the federal No Child Left Behind Act.  Glades Academy was also the highest rated elementary school in the communities of western Palm Beach County.

Emilia expressed her excitement about the dual achievements, saying, “It is thrilling to reach an A rating and AYP; it shows just how far Glades Academy charter school has grown in its first 10 years. I’m so proud of the nurturing, safe environment our teachers and administrators have created for the students to be able to reach their highest potential.  Our staff has done a phenomenal job, and we will keep building on this for the future.”

Pepe Fanjul and Emilia Fanjul have been large sponsors of the school since it was established.  They are contributors at the school’s annual benefits, which are also hosted by Emilia.  Florida Crystals Corporation (of which Pepe Fanjul is vice chairman of the board, chief operating officer and president) also donated the land where Glades Academy built its brand new school.  The school will open this coming school year (2011 – 2012) and is equipped with state-of-the-art technology, including internet access in all the classrooms and interactive board that will assist students by allowing them to take advantage of the latest educational tools.

Fanjul Family and Florida Crystals Corporation To Present Another Annual Gift to Liga Contra el Cancer/League Against Cancer in Miami

The Fanjul family and their company, Florida Crystals Corporation, will give another annual donation of $10,000 to Liga Contra el Cancer (League Against Cancer) during the non-profit’s signature 2011 fund raising drive.

“My family and our company, Florida Crystals, strongly believe in supporting the communities and helping to fund the work of community-based organizationslike Liga Contra el Cancer that give tremendous assistance to those in need,” said J. Pepe Fanjul, Florida Crystals’ vice chairman of the board, chief operating officer and president. “For more than three decades, Liga Contra el Cancer has provided quality medical care free of charge to Floridians who could not otherwise afford it.  We are happy to be associated with an organization that does so much for so many people.”

Florida Crystals’ contribution will be presented at the non-profits well-known annual telethon on June 5, 2011 at the Miami-Dade Fair Expo Center.  The telethon, which the charity says is the cornerstone of their annual fund raising drive, broadcasts from 5 p.m. to midnight and features singers, actors, bands and check presentations.  For the 11th year, the popular Spanish-language television station Telemundo will give seven hours of prime time, which will mean Liga Contra el Cancer will reach more than half a million households.

Liga Contra el Cancer was founded in Miami in 1975 as a community-based, not-for-profit organization providing free medical care to Cancer patients in need. More than 350 board-certifiedphysiciansvolunteer their services to the not-for-profit organization.

Florida Crystals Corporation has been an active member of South Florida’s community since 1960.  The Palm Beach-based sugar producer celebrates its 50 th anniversary this year.  Starting from humble beginnings, the company has grown with its subsidiary, American Sugar Refining, the world’s largest sugar refining company, to be a global producer of sugar.  Florida Crystals Corporation is led by Alfonso Fanjul and J. Pepe Fanjul.

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Zeiljacht met Britse techmiljonair aan boord zinkt bij Sicilië: één dode, zes vermisten

Een luxe Brits zeiljacht is in een zware storm gezonken voor de kust van Sicilië. Daarbij viel minstens één dode, vijftien opvarenden wisten zich met een reddingsvlot te redden. Een van de zes vermisten is de befaamde Britse techmiljonair Mike Lynch.

Maandagavond meldde het hoofd van de burger bescherming op Sicilië, Salvatore Cocina, dat ook Lynch’ achttienjarige dochter Hannah en de chefkok van het jacht, Ricardo Thomas, nog worden vermist. Lynch’echtgenote, Angela Bacares, was een van de vijftien geredden.

De identiteit van de andere opvarenden van het schip, de Bayesian, is niet bekendgemaakt. Wel meldden de Italiaanse autoriteiten dat de dode en de zes vermisten afkomstig waren uit het Verenigd Koninkrijk (vier van hen), Amerika (twee) en Canada (één). Onder de geredde personen was een Nederlander, bevestigt het ministerie van Buitenlandse Zaken. Ook een Britse vrouw werd gered. Zij hield haar 1 jaar oude baby boven haar hoofd tot ze uit het water werd gevist.

Over de auteur Michel Maas is buitenlandredacteur van de Volkskrant . Eerder was hij correspondent in Oost-Europa en Zuid-Oost Azië.

Mike Lynch was in 1996 mede-oprichter van het softwarebedrijf Autonomy, een onderneming die zou uitgroeien tot een van de grootste Britse techbedrijven. In 2011 werd Autonomy voor 11 miljard dollar (een kleine 10 miljard euro) opgekocht door Hewlett-Packard Autonomy. Lynch ontving daarvan ruim 580 miljoen.

Het sprookje veranderde in een nachtmerrie voor Lynch toen HP de waarde van Autonomy een jaar later terugschroefde met 8,8 miljard en Lynch aanklaagde omdat hij de waarde van het bedrijf zou hebben overdreven. De zaak maakte veel los in het Verenigd Koninkrijk. Pas twee maanden geleden, in juni, werd Lynch door een Amerikaanse rechtbank vrijgesproken van alle aanklachten.

Felle storm voor kust

Het jacht was volgens de BBC eigendom van een bedrijf van Lynch’ echtgenote. Lynch en een aantal medewerkers en vrienden hadden volgens de BBC zondag een bedrijfsfeestje gevierd. De Bayesian was een 56 meter lang zeiljacht uit 2008, met een enorme mast van 72 meter. Volgens de BBC won het in 2008 gebouwde schip prijzen voor het opmerkelijke slanke ontwerp.

Het schip lag 700 meter uit de Siciliaanse kust toen het om ongeveer 04:00 uur werd getroffen door de felle storm. De schipper van een naburig schip, Karsten Bonner, moest zijn best doen om ervoor te zorgen dat de golven zijn schip niet tegen de Bayesian zouden werpen. Volgens Bonner werd de mast van de Bayesian gegrepen door een plotselinge wervelstorm. De boot kapseisde en zonk.

Een vuurpijl leidde Bonner naar het reddingsvlot met de vijftien opvarenden, die later door de kustwacht werden opgepikt. Met duikers en helikopters wordt gezocht naar de vermisten. Maandagavond arriveerde een gespecialiseerd duikteam uit Rome om het wrak, dat op 50 meter diepte ligt, te doorzoeken. Volgens de autoriteiten zal het zoeken de hele nacht doorgaan.

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Seriously this sounds like a real-life version of To Catch a Thief . Last Friday, according to LA Weekly , Fanjul answered a knock on his hotel door to a man in a blue uniform (with whom he had just chatted in the elevator). The thief claimed to be the air conditioner technician. When he was welcomed into the room, he scooped up jewelry and other assets worth millions of dollars and fled, right before their eyes. Poor Pepe!

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Nothing says you’ve made it quite like sitting on your own boat in the middle of the open sea while sipping on a glass of champagne.

For a select few, getting a boat means shelling out a lot of spare change — millions of spare change to be exact.  But it’s become a norm for a select number of ultra-wealthy individuals to splurge on swanky yachts that are literally like moving villas at sea. So you can’t help but wonder: What exactly do these expensive yachts look like and how much are they? (I mean, we can only dream right?)

Here are some yachts bought by local personalities and some others available in the Philippine market:

Chavit Singson’s P600 million yacht

The most publicized yacht in the Philippines to date is Chavit Singson’s 600 million-peso superyacht named M/Y Happy Life. It’s notably known to be the boat that transported Miss Universe 2016 candidates to Batangas. The three-storey yacht has a total of six hot tubs and 16 executive rooms that can service up to 200 people. One of the living room’s tables is made from imported Indian railway wood that’s said to be 300 to 400 years old.

Monte Carlo’s P225 million yacht

Italian brand Monte Carlo carries semi-custom yachts. The brand, along with four others, was just recently introduced to the Philippines by Asia Yachting , a Hong Kong-based yacht dealer. It boasts a spacious outer deck that can accommodate large groups. But the star of the show? The interior’s bespoke accessories made from French design houses like Hermès and Armani.

Willie Revillame’s P80 million yacht

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Fountaine Pajot’s P41 million yacht

French brand Fountaine Pajot is known to have the most luxurious catamarans in the market. It was also introduced by Asia Yachting to the Philippines earlier this month. One of their yachts such as the MY 44 has three bedrooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, a sunbathing lounge, and a terrace or pool overlooking the sea. It retails for around €689,000 or about P41 million.

Manny Pacquiao’s P25 million yacht

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