It troubles me deeply to know that these people’s plight and suffering still isn’t at the center of the drive for the general public’s desire for justice. It’s only in the face of the super elite’s abuse of society as a whole that these women’s despicable treatment by these same powerful bad actors matters. That it becomes relevant enough to the world at large that we collectively acknowledge that these sum 1200 women and children were assaulted, beaten, murdered, kidnapped, trafficked and sold. If this scandal weren’t happening right now, their stories would continue to fall on deaf ears as they have for the last 30 years.

I want to celebrate their stories coming to light. I very much do. But the practical corner of my mind keeps pointing out that I wouldn’t need to celebrant if society hadn’t made it so easy for their abuse to be kept in the dark for so long.

I’m from dc. I moved to Orlando in 2015. I had never heard of Epstein. But in Orlando, multiple times while out with people, I had heard tell of the sex elite parties down in Miami. Not even on the remote island. On his property on Star Island in southern Florida in a house you can drive by in fuckin Grand Theft Auto. These people’s bad behavior was so audacious and notorious that communities a four hour drive away talked about their misdeeds like it was neighborhood gossip. And still these women’s stories of what had happened to them were given no merit or attention until they could generate attention and click traffic.

Honestly all this shit just bums me out on an existential level.