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The Epstein Files An index of PREVAIL's extensive coverage of Jeffrey Epstein, Ghislaine Maxwell, Donald Trump, and the most notorious child sex trafficking operation in recent memory. Greg Olear Feb 3 Every piece at PREVAIL is free to read and always will be. No paywalls, ever. Your generous support keeps it that way. Thank you! Confidence Man: The Jeffrey Epstein Story Greg Olear · June 7, 2022 Read full story A tale of princes, presidents, and predators. We’ve seen characters like this before. They are uncommon but not unheard of. They emerge out of nowhere and Tom Ripley their way into the highest strata of society. They speak into existence their own importance. They are relentless in their quest for fame and fortune and power. They collect influential friends and amass vast wealth, for sport. Their background doesn’t check out, but no one seems to mind as long as the checks clear and the champagne flows. And then, one day, inevitably, it all comes crashing down. Jay Gatsby is one such character. He came from nothing, traveled abroad, cavorted with criminals, built a fortune, went to great lengths to conceal the humble details of his past. He was decadent, but his tastes ran to the nouveau riche. He was interested only in himself. He believed the rules did not apply to him. He could be generous and charming, but beneath the veneer of old-sport respectability was insecurity, self-loathing, and rage. He lived the American dream and the American nightmare. He died a violent death. Gatsby is fictitious, of course, but the elements are all the same—and isn’t much of Epstein’s story also a work of fiction? Epstein is a real-life Gatsby, but a poisoned Gatsby, a Daisyless Gatsby, a Gatsby without the green light, a Gatsby from hell. He is a magic trick inverted. Now you don’t see him, now you do. One day he’s just there, in the thick of it all, possessor of an opulent Upper East Side townhouse, the most expensive residence in all of Gotham. He could not have acquired such a signature property if he was not rich. That’s what everyone thinks, at least. That’s the rationale. If he lives there, he must be legit. Money can’t buy you everything, but it can certainly bring you the benefit of the doubt. Rumors fly, but as with Gatsby, the rumors are little more than speculation. He’ a financier, is what the papers say. He must be very good at whatever it is he does. He must know how to play the markets. He must know how to invest. He must have the wealthiest clients in the world. He must be a magician with money. Rabbit from a hat. Now you don’t see it, now you do. Even now, we don’t fully know the origin of the money. Was he the beneficiary of the largesse of his earliest patron, the garment industry magnate? Was he a new-wave Meyer Lansky, laundering vast sums for organized crime? Was he an arms dealer—or rather, a broker between arms buyers and arms sellers, a conduit to move money without detection? Was he a modern-day pirate, his entire fortune purloined from some secret CIA slush fund? We don’t really know. We may never know. We do know about the posh mansion at 9 East 71st Street, just off Central Park, same neighborhood as Woody Allen and Bill Cosby. The townhouse is, essentially, a gift from the garment industry magnate: the underwear mogul, destroyer of healthy body images, prime mover of the insidious trend of female models to look less like voluptuous adult women and more like prepubescent boys. He and the garment industry magnate are close: intimates, some say, the same word used to describe the slinky wares the garment industry magnate has on offer. Pretty underage girls admire the young women (who look like younger boys) who model the underwear. He uses this as a recruitment tool. I can make you a model for my friend the garment industry magnate. I can make you famous. In the early years, the clumsy years, this is how he operates. He makes promises he has no intention of keeping. He develops a persona. He hides behind a cloak of money and mystery. He eschews suits and ties for more casual clothes. He cultivates friendships with high-powered individuals at the top of their fields: scientists, attorneys, politicians, actors, writers. He throws dinner parties, salons really, where these individuals can meet and talk shop. The conversations are stimulating. That’s his primary function: to bring interesting people together and make everything stimulating. The socialite, so-called, is on hand for most of these parties. She is with him all the time, but the nature of their relationship is hard to define. Are they boyfriend and girlfriend? Business partners? Just close friends? Journalists can’t decide, and no one cares enough to press the issue. There are rumors, but the rumors are mostly speculation. He likes the rumors. The rumors cultivate mystique. There were rumors about Gatsby, too. They say he killed a man. What he will wind up doing is much, much worse, and can’t be articulated so simply. [READ MORE] Sunday Pages: White Houses Musings on Jeffrey Epstein, Donald Trump, Evelyn Nesbit, and Jay Gatsby. Greg Olear Nov 09, 2025 https://gregolear.substack.com/p/sunday-pages-white-houses?utm_source=publication-search&utm_medium=email
Redacted: The Real Epstein List Redacted: The Real Epstein List Greg Olear · September 9, 2025 Read full story A survey of the rich & powerful individuals who elevated Jeffrey Epstein, hired him, funded him, enabled him, befriended him, and/or partook of his services. Jeffrey Epstein was not a self-made man. His success, especially in the early days, depended on the largesse of the rich and powerful men and women with whom he curried favor. He was an opportunist. His genius, if we can call it that, lay in cultivating and leveraging relationships with important people, both in the United States and around the world. He made himself indispensable to these individuals. Along the way, he invented his own mythology. Epstein the genius. Epstein the intellectually curious. Epstein the financial wizard. All carefully crafted mythos. All bullshit. Below is the real “Epstein list.” Not the men accused of raping and sexually abusing the girls trafficked by him and Ghislaine Maxwell—although there may well be a significant overlap on that odious Venn diagram. Here is a list, long but hardly exhaustive, of the individuals who elevated him, who hired him, who funded him, who enabled him, who befriended him, who partook of his services, and, in some cases, were his partners in crime. Let me be clear, right up front, that the inclusion of the names below DOES NOT imply guilt of rape or sexual abuse or any other crime, and should not be construed as such. With that said, it strains credulity to believe that all of these very smart, very successful, very well-connected people had no inkling of Epstein’s ephebophiliac predilections. Anyone who set foot in his mansion in New York or his house in Palm Beach could see it in the décor. And, like, he called his private jet the “Lolita Express!” None of these Ivy League graduates were familiar with Nabokov? Epstein hid what he was doing, sure—but not so well that, when he pleaded guilty in 2008, those who knew him were not much surprised. One of his friends even wrote, in the “birthday book” Maxwell put together for his 50th birthday in 2003, a limerick on the subject: “Jeffrey at half a century / with credentials plenipotentiary / though up to no good / whenever he could / has avoided the penitentiary.” That’s nothing but a rhyming version of the old lewd joke that “15 will get you 20.” How could they not have known? Really—how? As Annie Farmer, one of Jeffrey’s first known victims, said at the Lawmakers and Epstein Survivors Press Conference last week, “For so many years, it felt like Epstein’s criminal behavior was an open secret. Not only did many others participate in the abuse, it is clear that many were aware of his interest in girls and very young women and chose to look the other way because it benefited them to do so. They wanted access to his circle and his money.” Eternal shame on everyone who participated in this evil—or who looked the other way. [READ MORE] Ramble On: “The Epstein Files,” Season Finale November 15, 2025 What will the release of the Epstein files reveal? What surprises might we be in store for? Here are some possibilities. Justice Department releases redacted Epstein files amid ongoing probes Infrequently Asked Questions About Jeffrey Epstein, Part One: The Money Thing Infrequently Asked Questions About Jeffrey Epstein, Part One: The Money Thing Greg Olear · December 2, 2025 Read full story The first installment of a mammoth Epstein Q&A, featuring Ghislaine Maxwell, Douglas Leese, Adnan Khashoggi, Robert Maxwell, Ehud Barak, Prince Andrew, Les Wexner, and much more. Jeffrey Epstein is unknowable—by design. Unlike the bombastic Robert Maxwell, his model if not his mentor, Epstein kept a low profile. For decades, none of us peasants had ever heard of him—and if we had, he was yet another reclusive “financier,” indistinguishable from the other eccentric UHNWIs who live in those Bruce Wayne mansions on Billionaire’s Row. If not for Virginia Guiffre and the other survivors; the indefatigable Miami Herald reporter Julie K. Brown; and, of course, Donald Trump (basically the schmuck in Goodfellas who after being expressly warned not to flash his money after the Lufthansa heist bought the pink Cadillac and the fur coats), would we even be aware of Epstein’s existence? For decades, the press all but ignored him. There was the “Bachelor of the Year” snippet in Cosmopolitan in 1980, the Landon Thomas Jr. feature in New York magazine in 2002 (Trump: “He’s a lot of fun to be with. It is even said that he likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them are on the younger side.”), and a year later, Vicky Ward’s “The Talented Mr. Epstein” profile for Vanity Fair—shorn, at the eleventh hour, and over her vehement objections, of the bit about Epstein’s sexual abuse of the Farmer sisters, ostensibly because her editor didn’t think it was “earth-shattering” that Epstein was sexually abusing a 16-year-old. Aside from the occasional mention in the New York tabloids, usually citing Epstein’s proximity to Bill Clinton or Trump, that was about it. There was so little about him in print that the Palm Beach Post reporter filing the July 2006 news story about his indictment for solicitation got him mixed up with another Jeffrey Epstein—one who wrote bad checks. Even now, after God knows how many articles and podcasts and Michael Wolff media hits, what do we really know about Jeffrey Epstein? What can we say for certain? For many years, he and Ghislaine Maxwell ran an industrial-scale child sex trafficking operation. He was the “closest friend” of Donald Trump, who is currently moving heaven and earth to keep his activities with Epstein under wraps. His name was on JPMorgan Chase’s “Wall of Cash,” because he made the firm so much money. There were over a billion dollars’ worth of suspicious transactions on his accounts at JPMorgan Chase—and that was only one of the banks he regularly used. Dozens upon dozens of rich and powerful people—among them Larry Summers, Alan Dershowitz, Bill Gates, Peter Thiel, Steve Bannon, Kathryn Ruemmler, and Jes Staley—remained in close contact with him, well after his monstrous sex crimes became impossible to claim ignorance of. Most of the rich and famous people in his orbit did not participate in sex crimes—as far as we know. The child sex trafficking operation is so abominable, so unthinkably awful—and, critically, so well documented by the accounts of so many survivors—that it demands the lion’s share of the media’s attention. And rightly so. Release the files! Expose every last one of those monsters! But for Epstein—and this is painful to write and ugly to contemplate—the sex trafficking was a sideline from his core business. Because there’s one more thing we know for certain about Jeffrey Epstein: Sometime between 1981, when he left Bear Stearns, and 1991, when he joined forces with Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein went from being a rich dude to a wealthy dude. He leveled up. Graydon Carter, Vicky Ward’s then-editor at Vanity Fair, justified the excision of the Farmer sex abuse allegations in that 2003 feature by telling her, “I think the money thing is more interesting.” The money thing is not more interesting. The money thing, on the contrary, is intentionally boring. Half the reason offshores are so hard to unravel is because tracking shell company upon shell company upon shell company in tax haven upon tax haven upon tax haven is mind-numbingly dull. As the sociologist Brooke Harrington reports in her excellent book Offshore: Stealth Wealth and the New Colonialism, “Even those who do specialize in this system sometimes use the term MEGO (My Eyes Glazeth Over) to describe it.” So no, the money thing is not more interesting. But it is more important to understanding what Jeffrey Epstein really was. [READ MORE] Infrequently Asked Questions About Jeffrey Epstein,
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GREG OLEAR, AUTHOR OF "PREVAIL" composed a lengthy compilation of EPSTEIN FILES that were known at that time.
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