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And it's been a very long time. I'm a very close friend who has been working with me for several years.
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in New York, a woman lies in a private room she will never leave on her own.
She's not on a respirator, she breathes without help. A tube feeds her through her nose, private nurses, watch her around the clock,
“and twice a week someone washes and sets her hair.”
There are scented flowers on the table and music playing softly in the room. Her name is Martha von Buelo, everyone who loves her calls her sunny, and she has not spoken a word since the winter of 1980. 90 miles away in Providence, a jury has just told the world that the man accused of putting her in that bed is not guilty.
The cross-vombilo trial is finally over, and he is not guilty. von Buelo was tried twice in a soap opera setting for the attempted murder of his wealthy wife. The first jury found him guilty, but he won a new trial, and this time he was cleared. How do you find guilty for their lives? Not guilty.
So ended the second trial of cross-vombilo accused of trying to murder his wife. But not as dramatic as the first trial three years ago.
“Tonight, Klaus von Buelo can go anywhere he likes.”
Sunny cannot turn her head. The murder trials are the part of this story that ends relatively quickly. Her is the part that does not. Her two children from her first marriage, Alexander and Olaf von oursburg, turn their grief into something that will outlast the case.
In 1985, they helped found a national organization for the victims of crime, and they named it for their mother, the Sunny Vombilo National Victim Advocacy Center. In time, it drops her name, but it grows into one of the largest victims' rights groups in America, known today as the National Center for Victims of Crime. That becomes the legacy of Sunny Vombilo.
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Class Bombulos acquittal ends the state's case. It does not end his stepchildren's. Alexander and Aala cannot put him on trial for the crime again, so they do the one thing the law still allows. They sue him in federal court in Manhattan, in a civil case.
The number they seek is enormous, $56 million, and the claim behind it is the one the prosecution
made twice that he tried to kill their mother for her money.
The man who has just cleared his name in a criminal court now has to defend i...
a civil one.
“His appellate lawyer Alan Durshowitz laid out the stakes back in 1986.”
Yeah, we see each other all the time. We talk about his ongoing cases being sued by his stepchildren for $56 million dollars. The case is not over, and indeed the American public still remains undecided. One of the reasons I wrote this book is, Class Bombulos not only wanted to be acquitted, he wanted to be vindicated.
In time, the civil case settles, and the settlement reads like a verdict of its own. Under its reported terms, Klaus gives up every claim to Sonny's fortune, and agrees
to divorce his wife, who will never know she has been divorced.
In exchange, the lawsuit against him is dropped. He keeps his freedom, he gives up the money the state always said was his motive. One person is caught between the two sides of the family, Kosaima, the only child of Klaus and Sonny, who stood by her father through both trials, and it caused her.
“Sonny's mother, Kosaima's grandmother, Annie Laurie Aiken, cuts Kosaima out of her will,”
and a state valued between $50 and more than $110 million. Kosaima lost a share worth about $25 million. The exact figure was never the point. The rift was about a daughter's loyalty to a man, the rest of the family, believed had tried to kill her mother.
The Estrangement is real, and for years, it holds. Through both trials, Kosaima and her half-sister Aala are not unspeaking terms. On the last day of the second trial, Dominic Dunn watches the two of them pass in a courthouse corridor. The first time the two women have laid eyes on each other in three years.
And neither one says a word. Later Aala tells him, "She's gotten so beautiful, my mother would be very proud of her. The affection is still there.
“The rupture is over money, loyalty, and a father the rest of the family cannot forgive."”
What finally closes the rift is not a scene of forgiveness. It's a legal document.
In December 1987, the same settlement that ends the $56 million lawsuit against
Klaus, reinstates Kosaima's inheritance. The grandmother who had cut Kosaima out was dead and her will stood. Aala and Alexander say they have no quarrel with Kosaima at this point, and they agreed to restore her to the one-third share their grandmother had first intended all three of them to have.
The thing that had split the three of them, Klaus' treatment of Sunny and her money, is no longer a concern. The deeper reconciliation comes the way everything in this family finally does through Sunny. Whenever the three of them feel about Klaus, they are bound to the silent woman in the hospital bed, and over the years all three keep coming back to her room.
When she dies in 2008 after 28 years in that bed, her children come together to bury her. Kosaima would also spend years caring for her own father, financing, and following him when he moves out of the country. She stays close to Klaus for the rest of his life.
So what becomes of Klaus' vambulo? Free and stripped of the fortune that made him who he wanted to be, he does not retreat. He gives interviews, he goes to parties. He lets the notoriety settle over him and carries it almost with relish. The image that fixes him in the public mind comes from the trial itself.
All through the second trial while a jury is weighing whether or not he tried to murder
his wife, Klaus spends his weekends back in New York. There his lover and public relations strategist Andrea Reynolds has moved into Sunny's own 14 room apartment on Fifth Avenue. There in rooms still full of Sunny's things, the couple entertains. Dominic Dunn who travels in the same circles sees what goes on inside.
He described it in an interview with the television Academy Foundation. She had moved into Sunny Vambulo's apartment on Fifth Avenue, one of the most beautiful apartments, and they gave a lunch party. This is during a murder trial with butlers, with white gloves and all this kind of stuff. Well that's right up my alley.
I have to tell you, I mean, and Helmet Newton, the great photographer, a wonderful man, genius, I think, and a great friend of mine. He photographed Klaus and Andrea in black leather. I don't know if you remember those famous photographs during the trial.
The audacity is the point, while on trial for trying to murder his wife, Klau...
a lunch party in her apartment with white-gloved butlers serving the guests, then poses
“in black leather for one of the world's most famous photographers.”
And when the acquittal comes, society does not shut its doors to him. In fact, it opens them. Klaus and Andrea make one of their first appearances at a party given by Lady Jean Campbell, a duke's daughter, and a former wife of Norman Miller. They take a box at the Metropolitan Opera on Monday nights, the house's old society night,
where white tie is still the custom, and the same families fill the same boxes they always
have. Klaus and Andrea turn up at Mortimer's, the restaurant where Manhattan goes to be seen. Not everyone will have him. At one dinner, a magazine editor says she will walk out if she is seated at his table, but most of the charm circle takes him back.
“Dominic Dunn would write that Vambulo's dark and spacious place in social history has”
been assured. It is Reynolds, who has stage managed this whole comeback. She's the one who decided that the cold, aristocratic figure, the first jury saw, needed softening, and she remade his public image for the retrial. She calls their courtship a ballet of seduction, and says he needs a witness to account
for his every move. But the romance does not last. Then a few years of the verdict, Reynolds and Klaus quietly part ways. She goes on to Marianne English aristocrat, the honorable Sean Plunkett. Klaus does not stay in New York to be talked about.
Dominic Dunn watches Klaus return to society, and remains convinced the jury got it wrong.
“Here he is again with the television Academy Foundation.”
So Klaus moves to London, the city where he first made his name, and settles back into its dinner parties and its opera boxes, as though the last five years had been a long, unpleasant weekend. He takes a job reviewing plays for a Catholic newspaper.
He never again mounts a public campaign to prove his innocence, and by all appearances,
he never needs to. He has his verdict, and he has received in the drawing rooms of London again, if not on the scale Sonny's money once paid for. He lives out his years quietly and comfortably on Kosoma's support. He follows the advice of his lawyer, Alan Dershowitz.
The same advice, Alan's given every client who wins a case, the public desperately wants them to lose. Alan told me this when we spoke. "I gave advice, the same advice I gave every adjacent, and when we won the both cases, I said disappear, nobody wants to see your face, they hate your guts, go away, and
Klaus took my advice, went to England, stayed out of the public light." Through it all, Klaus's reinvention and interviews and parties, Sonny Vombuleau does not change at all, other than to age. While Klaus dines out first in New York and then in London, his wife lies in the same hospital bed, and the argument over what she was and what was done to her carries on above her
head, and she cannot say a word.
Her care costs, a fortune, more than half a million dollars a year.
Dr. Richard Stock, who has been her physician for nearly 30 years, comes to see her several times a week, her room is kept as for a wife being welcomed home. Her own night gowns, her own skin creams, music in the air, and her children keep watch. Alexander and Alla visit their mother often. When Alla's own daughter is small, she brings the little girl named Sonny for her grandmother
into the room, so that Sonny might somehow know she has a granddaughter. They talk to her, they touch her, they tell her about their lives. The years pass, far more of them than anyone imagined. In 1998 at age 67, Sonny has moved to a Manhattan nursing home. Her hair still set, her night gowns still her own, fresh flowers still by the bed.
On December 6th, 2008, Sonny dies there, without ever having woken up. She is 76. Her children release a short statement calling her a woman of grace and dignity, and the most loving mother imaginable. A woman lost 28 years of her life. Whoever decided to hurt Sonny Vombulo that day in 1980, this can't possibly have been the desired outcome.
As for the public relations around her case, long before Sonny died, the case...
split into competing stories.
Alan Dershowitz wrote the defense account in a book called "Reversal of Fortune." Reporters like Dominic Dunn wrote the skeptical ones, among them Dunn's own fatal charm,
“and then came the version most people would remember, a Hollywood movie.”
The film, also called "Reversal of Fortune," arrives in 1990. It does the one thing neither trial could. It gives Sonny a voice. The filmmakers let her narrate the story from inside the coma that silenced her. This was my body. On December 27th, 1979, I lay in bed all day, whether I was asleep or in a coma,
later became a subject of dispute. Jeremy Irons, please close, and wins the Academy Award for it. He almost turned down the part. He explained why to the Hudson Union Society in 2009. When the movie "Reversal of Fortune" was offered to me, I thought it was a tasteless idea,
“because most of the family was still alive, and had been through a very difficult, awful”
time, and I thought to have a film made about that. It's all nightmare. So I passed on it a few times, and then my friend Glen Close persuaded me, she said quite rightly, if I didn't do it, someone else would. Irons would go on to win the Oscar for Best Actor in a Leading Rule in 1991.
This is great. Thank you, my co-stars, Ron Silver, and Glen, for finally persuading me to
do it. And lastly, if I may cut the call of a telephone to London, where my wife is trying to keep away from a hotel bedroom, I wish you were here to help me carry this, 'cause you helped me win it. Thank you all. Movie becomes the definitive version of the Vombule case. It makes sunny famous all over
“again, and dramatizes the doubt at the heart of everything, conveniently avoiding some of”
the more troubling facts for close, like his quick return to the new port home, three days after detective Reese asks him about insulin. What the movie fails to do is settle the doubt. No film could possibly answer what two juries could not. Those two juries did not judge the same case. The first heard the state's motive, the mistress, and the 14 million clouss to do inherit.
The second jury heard none of that. The judge in the second trial barred testimony from the family banker about the will, citing a lack of foundation. She said there was insufficient evidence that clowns' potential financial gain, quote, "impelled him to allegedly harm his sunny, the move was widely criticized at the time. The second jury did hear a medical
defense, the first jury never did. That the science behind the insulin reading was not
reliable, that one of sunny's commas may not have involved insulin at all, and that the needle with insulin found in the infamous black bag looked like it had been dipped in insulin, not used to inject an actual person. One jury convicted clousvombulo, a higher court, throughout that conviction. A second jury acquitted him, and that verdict was final. Two juries, two opposite conclusions, and in the end only the acquittal stood. Both were
asked the same question, did clousvombulo try to kill his wife? Beneath that question, a harder one, was either comba caused intentionally at all. Alan Dershowitz has never claimed to know the answer. The evidence points very strongly to a self-inflicted comb. That's the balance of evidence. Even if this were a civil case, not a criminal case, I would say that you couldn't prove even civil liability by a proponderance of the evidence.
A ponderance favors innocence. That doesn't mean he's innocent. That means the evidence isn't there to convert. I don't know whether he's guilty. Sunnyvombulo knew she was in the room, both times. The one witness who knew everything was unable to tell any of it. Frozen instead in an unreachable state, this is all you can know. Or you can be told. When you get where I am, you will know the rest.
More than a century ago, an American writer published a story called "Belady" or "The Tiger".
In the tale, a barbaric king decides guilt or innocence through a public spec...
person must choose between two identical doors. Behind one way is a tiger that would kill
“him. Behind the other, a woman he must immediately marry. When the king discovers that”
his daughter is secretly in love with a young man on the royal court, he sends the man into the arena to choose between a tiger and a beautiful woman his daughter deeply resents. The princess learns which door is which. From inside the arena, her lover looks to her for guidance. She signals toward the door on the right and he opens it without hesitation. The story ends
“without showing what lies beyond that open door. Did the princess save the man she loved?”
Knowing he would marry another woman or did jealousy cause her to send him to the tiger.
The writer never tells us, was it the lady or the tiger? The reader is left to decide.
“The vambulo case has its own two doors. Behind one is the defense's version, an unhappy,”
self-destructive woman whose medical crises became a murder case through fear, unreliable memory and flawed science. Behind the prosecution's door, a husband who twice tried to kill
his wife and whose money built a defense powerful enough to escape a second conviction.
The two juries in this case opened two different doors, but neither could say what actually happened inside Clarendon Court. The answer stayed forever with Sunny and Clouse, who died in London in 2019. Of course we all have our opinions. I have mine. What do you think happened to Sunny Von Buelo? Send me an email at Megankelly.com. We'll be back Monday evening with another case. This one out of the nation's capital. For MK confidential, I'm Megankelly.
