It was just a little over two weeks ago that Melania Trump ever helpfully took it upon herself, and – apparently, only herself, to remind her husband and country that she squared the Don-Jeff-Ghislaine geometry, having had the front row seat to the systematic desecration of the adolescent bodies of beloved real kids. Melania took to microphones with an old-school “Me, too” story. But, ever Melania, in her story, a predatory media preyed on a powerless princess.
In Melania’s world, “Me, too” means she is also a Trump, first and last. True, she went out of her way to make clear she was not clearing Donald, but she left no doubt that she’s not talking about a haunted past, more concerned about a future hell.
Too bad. Because it didn’t, and still doesn’t, have to be this way.
There is an alternate timeline somewhere in which Melania is a victim with a torrid story, one bringing down governments and the men who own them. For whatever else she is, Melania remains nuclear in her power; she is a Trump, but more importantly, she was there.
Mel was practically a spinster when pervy Paolo Zampolli fed a 20-21 year old Melanija Knaves into New York’s seamy sexual underbelly, a world in which men paid top dollar for very young Eastern European “goods” (AKA “Pretty white girls”), promised modeling contracts, promoted as sex slaves.
We all know the story from there, risque photos, light porn, the type of stuff that we’d sympathetically nod along if she told the tale upfront; she was broke, young, scared, alone, and abandoned in a city as uncaring as overwhelming. Tough to blame her, some of it almost admirable.
But any feels end when she hit Epstein’s radar, landing on Trump’s personal runway, as a runaway, and not to model. We have all seen the pictures: she, Trump, Epstein, Ghislaine, the parties. And no matter how inexplicably messy Melania’s English, there is no chance that she, Ghislaine, the girls, didn’t “talk” about the men, their men, their men preying on someone else’s kids. No. Way. They talked, the women knew, Ghislaine served, Melania,,, Well, that’s the problem.
The sexual trafficking was ugly enough, but if Melania and Ghislaine made peace with all of it so long as they got the money, the trips, the planes, and the plans – and thus what those men did with those kids remained their business, it all goes to another level. The past remains Melania’s business, meaning it always was and ever will be our business. Two weeks ago, Melania gathered microphones to talk Epstein. Great. We have a question for Maxwell’s mate.
“Et, tu,” Melania?
We don’t know what Melania knows, only that we need to know. Melania is a bright bulb ready to light up a darkened subculture, where girls were as nameless as the bodies priceless. A little over two weeks ago, Melania needed us to listen to cry about her media mauling.
Fine. It is possible there’s a scintilla of truth to her claim. But in this world, it’s possible to be a victim, enabler, monster, and still an inchoate hero. Whither Melania?
She had the chance to stand where she stood, five inches pumped above the rich White House carpet, clothed in all the right names, covered by her clear terms, to tell us a blameless rendition, tasking Congress with finding her truth. We, the American people, give her that opportunity, but it comes at the cost of a debt to us.
Melania addressed only Melania’s concerns and then implored Congress to investigate the men on behalf of other women, ones just as concerned, far less protected. Well, yes, do. But let it begin with Melania, the woman who was there, the fourth in the square, and a practical grown-up compared to others. She always owed the truth; now she owes us.
So, let’s start. You were saying something about “Me, too,” Melania?
Jason Miciak is a Rawstory Columnist at Large, former Associate Editor at Occupy Democrats, an attorney, author, and single parent girldad. He can be followed on Bluesky, and reached at [email protected]
Based on your words above, Big M comes across as being morally cooked, and proactively makes use of deflective and deceptive words set in language that makes her truth malleable, so it heels to her smoke and mirrors purposes. One possible result is where Big M manages to be exposed simply by asking “Et, tu,” Melania?: revealing Melania likely “couldn’t lie straight in bed” either.
Well said, Jason! Write more often!