September 3rd: The Day Silence Ends

The day is coming; only two days away. While America barbecues, Epstein’s victims prepare to speak, shattering silence and forcing Washington to confront the files they fear most.

Guest article by Michael Cohen

A protester calling for a release of the Epstein files holds a sign while awaiting the arrival of Trump administration officials who are expected to discuss strategy amid the deepening political crisis over the administration’s handling of files related to convicted sex offender Jeffrey Epstein, at the U.S. Naval Observatory, Vice President JD Vance's official residence, in Washington, D.C., U.S., August 6, 2025. REUTERS/Kevin Lamarque

I know it’s Labor Day. We should all be out there enjoying the long weekend; grilling burgers, soaking up the last rays of summer, stealing one more lazy afternoon with family and friends before life and politics come roaring back. One day. Just one damn day to relax.

But not so fast. Because while you’re flipping ribs on the grill or sneaking another cold beer from the cooler, the ghost of Epstein’s past is still looming over us all. You can’t barbecue away a scandal this big. Not when the survivors of his abuse are about to step forward and remind America that their trauma doesn’t take holidays. And not when the files—the real evidence—are still locked away in the government’s vault like radioactive waste no one wants to touch.

How many times have you heard me say it? Release. The. Files. The words have become a mantra, shouted into the void, met with shrugs and excuses. People assume because I once lived inside Trump’s orbit that I’ve got the magic key to every locked box in America, especially when it comes to Jeffrey Epstein. Let me set the record straight: I don’t. If I did, you’d already have seen it splashed across every front page in the country.

But someone does have them: the government. Those files exist, they are complete, and they are sitting behind bureaucratic walls while survivors of Epstein’s abuse are left waiting for justice. And it’s not just about satisfying curiosity. These files aren’t tabloid fodder; they’re evidence. They hold the names, dates, connections, and decisions that explain how a predator built his empire, who enabled him, and who looked away. That’s the truth Washington is so terrified of releasing.

Enter Pam Bondi, Trump’s Attorney General, the current gatekeeper of those secrets. If you think she’s about to champion transparency, you’ve mistaken her for someone she’s never been. Bondi didn’t climb into power to shine sunlight on corruption; she climbed in to shield it. And the Epstein files are the darkest corner she’s been asked to protect.

But here’s the part they didn’t plan for: September 3rd is coming. Just two days away. On that day, Epstein’s victims will hold a press conference on the steps of the Capitol. Not lawyers. Not politicians. Not journalists. Victims. Human beings who lived through hell, many of whom have never spoken publicly before, are about to look into the cameras and tell their stories. And when they do, the lies and the cover-ups and the whispered excuses will be worth less than Monopoly money. (Editor’s Note: The press conference will be streamed live on the MeidasTouch YouTube channel.)

Congressman Ro Khanna called it “explosive.” That’s not spin. That’s a warning. He and Congressman Thomas Massie—yes, a Republican—are co-leading a bill to force the release of Epstein’s files. They need 218 votes. Every Democrat is already in. That means six Republicans need to step up. Six. And when these victims speak, the American people will be watching. Any lawmaker who still says “no” after that is effectively telling the country: I’d rather protect predators than listen to survivors.

Now let’s talk about Epstein and his world for a second. His was not a partisan kingdom. It was a billionaire’s playground, a grotesque networking event for the rich and powerful. You had princes, prime ministers, CEOs, Hollywood moguls, financiers—and yes, politicians from both sides of the aisle. That’s why these files are so dangerous. They don’t target one party or one faction. They pull back the curtain on an entire elite culture of complicity.

And here’s the thing about Epstein’s death: it was not just suspicious, it was insulting. A high-profile prisoner with damning evidence against some of the most powerful people in the world, “left alone” in a Manhattan jail with broken cameras and guards who conveniently “fell asleep.” Please. The mob has cleaner cover stories. Epstein’s death was the state saying: We’d rather deal with conspiracy theories than the truth.

But the victims aren’t going to let them get away with it anymore. And that’s what makes September 3rd so dangerous for the powerful, and so necessary for the rest of us. Once these survivors speak, the debate isn’t about whether Epstein killed himself, or whether Ghislaine Maxwell’s 20-year sentence is enough. The debate becomes: Who else was involved? Who else enabled this? Who else needs to face justice?

That’s the moment the game changes. Because victims don’t have political parties. Trauma doesn’t care about red states or blue states. Their voices will cut through the noise in a way politicians never could. And when Americans see their faces, hear their stories, they won’t give a damn about partisan spin. They’ll want names. They’ll want answers. And they’ll want those files.

So here’s the uncomfortable truth: September 3rd is not just another press conference. It’s the day the survivors seize back their narrative. It’s the day the walls start to close in. And it’s the day Pam Bondi realizes that no matter how many walls she builds around those files, no matter how many distractions the administration throws at the media, they can’t silence the truth forever.

Mark my words: after this press conference, the question won’t be if the Epstein files come out. It’ll be when. And every single politician in Washington is about to be forced to pick a side. Stand with the survivors, or stand with the predators.

So, yes. The day is coming. Two days away. And when it hits, it won’t be quiet. It won’t be clean. It will be explosive. Because on September 3rd, silence dies.

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