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The Invisible Ten Co-Conspirators

Ten possible co-conspirators sit buried beneath DOJ redactions, protected not by innocence but by silence, delay, and a Justice Department terrified of naming names.

Michael Cohen and MeidasTouch Network Dec 24

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I’ve seen enough cover-ups in my lifetime to recognize one blindfolded, hands tied behind my back and locked in a Trump Organization conference room. This latest Epstein file release isn’t transparency; it’s evidence laundering. It’s what happens when the government technically complies with the law while aggressively betraying its purpose.

They call it The Epstein Files. What they released is more like The Epstein Mad Libs, where the most important nouns have been ripped out and fed to a shredder.

Buried. Buried in the newly released documents is a quiet but explosive admission: the Department of Justice identified at least ten possible co-conspirators connected to Jeffrey Epstein after his 2019 arrest. Not gossip. Not speculation. Not “people he once shared a cocktail napkin with.” Co-conspirators. That word has a meaning in the legal world. It means you think these people helped commit crimes.

And yet, years later, the American public is apparently too fragile to know who they are.

Chuck Schumer, who rarely sounds alarms unless the building is already on fire, finally said what any sentient adult can see: protecting possible co-conspirators is not transparency; it’s obstruction wearing a flak jacket. Schumer is now pushing to sue the Justice Department for blowing past a clear congressional deadline. Because when Congress orders a full release and the DOJ responds with a blackout poem, that’s not compliance. That’s contempt.

The redacted emails show federal agents actively trying to contact these potential co-conspirators after Epstein’s arrest. Most names are blacked out so aggressively they look like CIA torture diagrams. Three names remain visible: Ghislaine Maxwell, now serving time; Jean-Luc Brunel, who conveniently died in jail; and Leslie Wexner, who insists, through lawyers—always through lawyers—that he wasn’t a target.

That leaves seven others floating in legal purgatory. Seven ghosts. Seven people apparently too powerful, too connected, or too politically inconvenient to name.

And if you’re wondering how we got here, allow me to reintroduce the Trump Justice Department, now starring Pam Bondi, whose approach to accountability has always been “minimum disclosure, maximum confusion.”

Remember February 27? When fifteen right-wing media figures were summoned to the White House and handed white binders theatrically labeled The Epstein Files? It was meant to placate Trump’s conspiracy-hungry base. Instead, it backfired spectacularly. There was little new information. The binders were more branding than substance. Even the true believers felt played.

So Trump reversed course, grudgingly, and signed a bill mandating full disclosure by December 19. Then the DOJ pulled the oldest trick in Washington: a Friday afternoon document dump right before Christmas, when the country is distracted, exhausted, and mildly drunk on eggnog.

Thomas Massey—yes, even Thomas Massey—called the release a gross failure to comply with the law. When you lose Massey on a transparency issue, you’re not just wrong. You’re exposed.

What is visible in the files is chilling. Epstein’s homes look less like residences and more like institutionalized abuse centers: massage tables, oils, walls of nude art, framed photos of adolescent girls. One law enforcement list labeled “Masseuses” is fully redacted except for the numbering, which climbs to 254. Two hundred and fifty-four. No names. Just proof of scale.

There are also receipts of catastrophic government failure. Maria Farmer reported Epstein to the FBI in 1996. 1996, for possessing nude images of her underage sisters and threatening to burn her house down if she spoke. The FBI did nothing. Zero. Zilch. Silence. Epstein continued abusing girls for nearly another decade while institutions looked the other way.

By the time authorities pretended to notice, the abuse was so normalized it fit on Post-it notes. “I have a female for him.” Or, written in bubbly handwriting: “Cannot come at 7 PM tomorrow b/c of soccer.” That’s not negligence. That’s moral bankruptcy.

Trump himself doesn’t appear frequently in the released files, but absence isn’t innocence, especially when records are selectively redacted. There are photos. There are witness complaints. There is a legal filing describing Epstein introducing a 14-year-old girl to Donald Trump at Mar-a-Lago like he was showing off a new watch. Trump’s long opposition to releasing these files doesn’t tell you everything you need to know, but it sure says a lot.

Bill Clinton, meanwhile, appears repeatedly, photographed with Epstein and young women. If the DOJ hoped dumping Clinton images would politically offset Trump’s exposure, they misunderstood the assignment. Democrats are not required to defend anyone connected to Epstein. Clinton’s reputation was already a house with bad wiring. No tears here.

But don’t let partisan finger-pointing obscure the real scandal: ten possible co-conspirators remain hidden. Ten people the DOJ once deemed worthy of investigation, now protected by black ink and bureaucratic cowardice.

The Epstein saga isn’t fading because it isn’t just about Epstein. It’s about how power insulates itself. How elites protect elites. How accountability evaporates when the accused have the right friends, the right lawyers, and the right leverage.

A decade ago, Donald Trump rode popular anger at this corrupt elite straight into the White House. The Epstein files reveal what many of us already knew: he wasn’t fighting the rot. He was standing inside it, pointing outward. This time it’s different.

Because no amount of redaction can disguise a Justice Department that knows exactly what it’s hiding and is praying that accountability never reads past the blackout ink.

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