A 2003 book compiled by Ghislaine Maxwell, now serving a 20-year prison sentence, has resurfaced, dragging powerful names into Jeffrey Epstein’s sordid orbit.
The 238-page memoir, titled “The First Fifty Years,” details an assistant’s encounters with global elites, including a jaw-dropping claim of sitting on Queen Elizabeth II’s throne. Its release by the Republican-led House Oversight Committee has sparked fierce debate, especially over a disputed note allegedly from Donald Trump.
The New York Post reported that the book, crafted for Epstein’s 50th birthday, chronicles the adventures of an unnamed assistant who met the disgraced financier at 22 while working at a hotel restaurant.
She claims Epstein whisked her around the world, introducing her to figures like Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton, and Michael Jackson. This curated glimpse into Epstein’s network reeks of privilege and raises questions about who knew what.
The assistant’s tales are as bold as they are troubling, boasting of skydiving, scuba-diving, and attending a Victoria’s Secret fashion show.
She even claims to have seen Buckingham Palace’s private quarters and sat on the Queen’s throne, a detail that feels like a calculated jab at propriety. Such anecdotes fuel skepticism about the elite’s moral compass.
Among the high-profile names dropped are Prince Andrew, the Sultan of Brunei, and celebrities like Naomi Campbell and Kevin Spacey.
The assistant’s handwritten note, possibly her own, gushes, “what else can I say but…” alongside risqué bikini photos. This mix of flattery and provocation suggests a culture of excess that’s hard to stomach.
Epstein’s ties to Prince Andrew deepen the story’s unease, with records showing the Duke of York hosted Epstein, Maxwell, and Spacey at Buckingham Palace in 2002. An image from 2020 confirms Maxwell and Spacey lounging on the royal coronation thrones, though it’s unclear if the assistant was present.
The assistant’s global escapades, from Concorde flights to racecar rides with Max Papis, paint Epstein as a puppet master dangling privilege before a young divorcee.
Her claim of meeting “brilliant scientists, lawyers, and businessmen” feels like a veneer over darker truths. The progressive elite’s darling icons, conveniently silent now, share this tainted spotlight.
The book’s release by the House Oversight Committee, after Democrats selectively shared a single page, has ignited partisan flames. That page, allegedly a birthday note from Trump, includes a crude sketch and the phrase, “may every day be another wonderful secret.” The White House branded it “FAKE NEWS,” and Trump’s team insists the signature isn’t his.
Trump, who severed ties with Epstein in the mid-2000s before the financier’s Florida conviction, dismissed the note as a “dead issue” to NBC News.
“I don’t comment on something that’s a dead issue,” he said, leaving staff to handle the fallout. Yet the Wall Street Journal’s analysis suggests the signature aligns with Trump’s past autographs, muddying the waters.
Karoline Leavitt, White House press secretary, doubled down, tweeting, “It’s very clear President Trump did not draw this picture, and he did not sign it.”
The note’s authenticity remains unproven, but its inclusion in Maxwell’s book smells like a setup to smear. Trump’s lawsuit against News Corp, The Post’s parent company, signals he’s not taking this lying down.
Epstein’s estate provided the full book to Congress, but its timing—released Monday evening—suggests political maneuvering.
The assistant’s claim of meeting Clinton, Diana Ross, and others underscores Epstein’s reach across politics and culture. It’s a stark reminder of how power shields itself from scrutiny.
The assistant’s provocative photos, including one on a beach, accompany her glowing tribute to Epstein. “And thought you might like … some bikini shots!” reads a handwritten note, its author unclear. This blend of adulation and exploitation exposes the moral rot at the heart of Epstein’s world.
Epstein’s 13-month Florida sentence, much of it on work release, followed his guilty plea to soliciting a minor. His earlier boasts of closeness with Prince Andrew, including stays at the Duke’s NYC pad, tie the elite to his crimes. The progressive push to sanitize such connections only deepens public distrust.
The 2002 Buckingham Palace tour, arranged by Prince Andrew for Epstein’s crew, raises red flags about access and influence.
The assistant’s throne-sitting claim, whether true or embellished, mocks the sanctity of institutions while highlighting Epstein’s audacity. Buckingham Palace’s lack of comment leaves the story unresolved.
The book’s release, driven by Republican oversight, counters Democrat cherry-picking but risks politicizing a tragedy. The assistant’s encounters with global powerhouses like Antonio Vergas and Chris Tucker show how Epstein wove himself into elite circles. Yet the focus on Trump’s note distracts from the broader scandal.
