“I’ve Got to Get the Nubiles”: The Real Ghislaine Maxwell

Ghislaine Maxwell doesn’t deserve clemency—let alone a say in whether grand jury documents in her case stay sealed.

She’s not a whistleblower. She’s a predator. One who weaponized her posh accent, her Ralph Lauren wardrobe, and her femininity to groom young girls for Jeffrey Epstein—and in many cases, she abused them herself.

So why is anyone treating her like a key to unlocking this case? Maxwell isn’t a truth-teller. She’s a self-preserving manipulator, angling for a pardon while carefully avoiding the third rail—Donald Trump.

If Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche is looking for the truth, he should be speaking to the victims, not the woman who helped build the trafficking machine. But that would require believing women. And we know how that goes.

Let’s be clear: Epstein’s sprawling sex ring couldn’t have existed without Maxwell. He was a Brooklyn-born math teacher with no polish. She was Oxford-educated, the daughter of media tycoon Robert Maxwell, with multiple passports and a socialite’s charm. She made the operation look safe.

“She would figure out what a girl wanted or needed,” Virginia Giuffre told me when she was still alive. “And because she looked like a nice Mary Poppins figure, you kind of trusted her.”

🔓 Keep reading for my exclusive reporting on what survivors like Maria Farmer told me about Maxwell’s sick recruitment tactics, how she hunted girls on the Upper East Side with her Yorkshire terrier, and why victims say she was “worse than Epstein.” Plus, what Maxwell’s silence really signals—and why the government might be falling for her trap.