What Virginia Giuffre Taught Me About Being Believed

I traveled around the country with Virginia Giuffre as she searched for someone, anyone, who would believe her story. In death, the world finally does.

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Virginia Giuffre’s memoir Nobody’s Girl hits bookshelves today, and the early passages are already shaking the world. I’m beyond thrilled that she’s finally having the impact she always deserved — once dismissed as a “teen prostitute” and a liar, now recognized as the warrior she always was. But my heart drops knowing that this moment had to come in her death.

I saw that fire in her up close. We traveled across the country together, knocking on the doors of people who had worked for Jeffrey Epstein. It took enormous courage to face them, to relive her trauma, not to blame, but to find meaning. She wanted to hear someone say, Yes, Virginia, I remember you. I see you now. It may sound naïve, but she believed even the smallest act of acknowledgment could help piece her life back together.

She writes about that journey we took in her memoir, and it means everything to me that she saw value in it — even after the dial tones, the slammed doors, and the silence. “I was so impressed by the team’s firepower,” she wrote. “And I liked that Palmeri didn’t give two shakes about Epstein — only about the women he’d hurt.” That was after nearly two weeks of tireless work that included endless calls, dead ends, and one door that opened revealing just a crack of truth.

🔐 What came next was chilling. One of the adult models Virginia was forced to have sex with answered the intercom at her Pacific Palisades home and said, “Jeffrey’s dead and you helped kill him.” From there, the journey only grew darker — doors slamming, memories resurfacing, and a desperate search for anyone willing to tell the truth.