Trump Cannot Outrun Epstein’s Survivors

Epstein’s victims are done with silence. They’re naming names, demanding Trump release the crime files, and daring Washington to confront the rot it’s spent decades protecting.

Guest article by Michael Cohen

Imagine carrying around a secret so enormous it corrodes your soul, a story so radioactive that even whispering it could detonate reputations, governments, and dynasties. Imagine living four decades with the weight of knowing what Jeffrey Epstein did to you, or what you saw him do to others; knowing the names of the powerful who enabled it, joined in it, or looked the other way. Now imagine having the strength, after years of silence, shame, and survival, to finally stand up and tell it.

That is what Epstein’s victims did today, which you can rewatch uninterrupted on MeidasTouch Network. And make no mistake: they are the key to unlocking the darkest vault of secrets this country has tried to bury.

For years, Epstein’s crimes were dismissed, minimized, or hidden behind expensive lawyers, pliant prosecutors, and friends in high places. But this isn’t just about a dead financier or his accomplice, Ghislaine Maxwell. This is about power. This is about a sex-trafficking network that reached into the highest levels of politics, finance, and media—and the people who don’t want the truth to come out.

Now, forty years later, those secrets are clawing their way into the light. Survivors are speaking, some for the first time, their voices carrying across the marble halls of Congress and echoing on the steps of the U.S. Capitol. They are naming names. They are demanding justice. And they are directly confronting President Trump, who is sitting on the Epstein crime files like they’re nuclear codes.

Yesterday, Congress came back from recess, and with it came a political earthquake. Bipartisan lawmakers are openly defying Trump, demanding that the Department of Justice release the full, unredacted Epstein files. These aren’t fringe politicians grandstanding for airtime. Republican Congressman Thomas Massie has filed a discharge petition—a parliamentary Hail Mary that could force a House vote if 218 members sign on. He’s working with Democrat Ro Khanna, an unlikely alliance forged in the fire of outrage.

The victims are no longer silent spectators to their own story. Nearly 100 survivors and advocates rallied in Washington, chanting for transparency, holding signs, and refusing to be ignored. Ten survivors, some of whom have never spoken publicly, joined Massie and Khanna on the Capitol steps, demanding that Attorney General Pam Bondi stop playing gatekeeper and release the files.

“The voices of survivors have been omitted from the conversation for far too long,” said Lauren Hersh of World Without Exploitation. She’s right. Their silence wasn’t voluntary; it was engineered by a system built to protect men like Epstein and the people he entertained.

Here’s the political reality Trump faces: for years, he leaned into conspiracy theories about Epstein’s death, suggesting shadowy forces killed him to keep the truth buried. That line thrilled his base, hungry for someone to say what they were already thinking. But now that he’s in office again, the truth is a live wire—and Trump is gripping it with both hands.

His Justice Department insists Epstein’s death was suicide. His attorney general says there is no Epstein client list, no treasure trove of secrets, nothing to see here. And his loyalist Speaker, MAGA Mike Johnson, has tried every maneuver to block a vote that could force the files into daylight. Meanwhile, Trump dismisses the whole thing as a “hoax,” a distraction by Democrats from his so-called accomplishments.

But here’s the problem: his supporters don’t believe him. They believed the promises. They believed when Pam Bondi said the files were “on her desk.” They believed when Trump campaigned on “getting to the bottom” of Epstein. And now, with survivors begging for truth, many of those same supporters are asking: what the hell is he hiding?

The Oversight Committee is issuing subpoenas left and right, demanding documents from the DOJ, Epstein’s estate, even the Treasury Department.

Meanwhile, Ghislaine Maxwell is suddenly whispering about pardons, meeting with Deputy AG Todd Blanche, and being shuffled from maximum security to a minimum-security prison in Texas. What does she know? Who is she protecting? Or maybe the better question is: who is protecting her?

Every delay, every redaction, every excuse from the DOJ and the White House only sharpens the question. If there’s nothing in those files, why are they fighting like hell to keep them sealed?

This is no longer just about Epstein. This is about the survivors, standing in the heart of American power, saying: enough. Enough silence. Enough cover-ups. Enough excuses. They are daring Congress, daring Trump, daring the country to confront the ugliest truths of who Epstein was allowed to be and who let him get away with it.

And here’s the part that should terrify every politician clinging to the old order: survivors are impossible to spin against. They are women who endured unspeakable crimes as children, and they are uniting not just for themselves but for every victim of sexual exploitation who has ever been told to shut up. Their courage is the dynamite placed at the foundation of a rotten system.

The Epstein files are not just paper; they are accountability. They are proof of who knew, who enabled, who profited, and who preyed. If released, they will not only reshape public understanding of Epstein’s crimes but also expose the machinery of power that shielded him.

For this nightmare, Trump can stall, spin, and sneer all he wants. But he cannot silence the victims. Not anymore. They are here, they are loud, and they are demanding justice.

The question is whether this Congress, and this president, have the courage to face what happens when those secrets finally see the light.

Because one thing is certain: the truth is coming. And it won’t wait another forty years.

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