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Some crimes are so heartbreaking or shocking, they change laws, change society, or even earn the label, Crime of the Century.

But the stories that made headlines and decades past aren't necessarily remembered today.

I'm Amber Hunt, a journalist and author, and in each episode of this show,

I'll examine a case that's maybe lesser known today, but was huge when it happened.

This is Crimes of the Centuries.

Once upon a time, there was a class of people who were considered above reproach.

Mostly, they were the artie set, the literati, those people who lived on the Upper West Side of the City that Never Sleeps. They went to museums on the regular and lunched

where others could see them and with whom they were lunching. Once upon a time, a writer could make a

living, rent a pretty nice, albeit small, apartment in Manhattan, and get by on her wits.

Once upon a time, before security cameras were everywhere, being a little light-fingered around other people's treasures was considered ill-mannered and bad form, but hardly amounted to something to be remarked upon

in good company. To do so would have been equally rude. But even the Hoy-Polloy had their limits.

That's when theft and fraud became crimes of moral turpitude, acts too egregious to overlook, acts that show a certain depravity

and a breach of accepted standards, which cannot be abided. As true as it is that one man's

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