Ghislaine Maxwell Dropped New Detail About Big Bill Clinton During DOJ Interview
Ghislaine Maxwell provided a heretofore unknown detail about former President Bill Clinton regarding his relationship with the late convicted pedophile Jeffrey Epstein earlier this year.
Maxwell told U.S. Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche that she does not believe former Clinton ever received a massage aboard Jeffrey Epstein’s private plane, according to transcripts of her testimony released by the Justice Department.
The DOJ on Friday released the transcript of Maxwell’s interview with Blanche, in which she discussed her ties to Epstein during a two-day session. At one point, Blanche asked whether Clinton had ever been given a massage, The Daily Caller reported.
“I don’t believe he did,” Maxwell replied. Asked what made her doubt it, she said: “Well, because I don’t—so that’s a good question. The time that Epstein and President Clinton spent together, the only times I believe—well, obviously they traveled. There was that, you know, the plane, they went on the plane 26 times or whatever … So they spent time on the plane together, and I don’t believe there was ever a massage on the plane. So that would’ve been the only time that I think that President Clinton could have even received a massage. And he didn’t, because I was there.”
Photographs from September 2002 appear to show Clinton receiving a massage from Epstein accuser Chauntae Davies during a humanitarian trip to Africa aboard Epstein’s plane. Another Epstein accuser, Virginia Giuffre, told an attorney that Clinton had visited Epstein’s private island, though she did not accuse him of committing any crimes.
Clinton has denied having knowledge of Epstein’s crimes. In July 2019, a spokesperson said Clinton knew “nothing about the terrible crimes” attributed to Epstein and denied that the former president ever visited Epstein’s island.
Maxwell also described her involvement with Clinton Global Initiative.
Blanche asked Maxwell whether she was part of the launch of the Clinton Global Initiative, which its website describes as hosting annual gatherings of “leaders of nonprofit and philanthropic organizations; prominent voices in business, labor, and finance; youth leaders and grassroots activists; heads of state and prominent government officials; global citizens; and more,” Fox News reported.
“I was,” Maxwell said. “I would say very central to that, yes.” She added that Epstein was “very enthusiastic” about her work with the initiative.
“[Epstein] supported me to help them, but then I think he may have tried to use that to insert himself in some way, that would not have surprised me at all,” she said. “And I know that he was annoying, in terms that I could catch him on the phone and he wouldn’t always agree with what I wanted to do. And I was like, it’s not your idea. I don’t really care what you think, but that didn’t go over so well.”
Maxwell said she went to Davos with Clinton at least once, insisting he never visited Epstein’s private island. She said she first met Clinton at a White House event and later became friendly with him through former Miami Beach Mayor Philip Levine.
“Once for sure. And I think maybe twice, but I don’t remember,” she said of her trips to Davos with Clinton. Maxwell also emphasized that Clinton was her friend, “not Epstein’s friend.”
She recalled meeting former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton once on a flight, possibly from Nantucket or Martha’s Vineyard back to New York, though she was not certain. Maxwell also said she attended Chelsea Clinton’s wedding with a former boyfriend, adding that Epstein was not present.
In a statement, Maxwell’s lawyer David Oscar Markus defended her cooperation and credibility.
“Ghislaine Maxwell is innocent and never should have been tried, much less convicted, in this case,” Markus said. “The materials newly released by the Department of Justice make this clear. Ms. Maxwell answered every question. She did not refuse to respond and did not dodge any question.”
part 1
The black duffel bag hit the porch with a heavy thud.
Its zipper burst open.
Everything inside spilled across the wooden boards.
At first, nobody moved.
Then Sheriff Daniels stepped forward.
A black handgun slid across the porch until it stopped against the front step.
His hand instantly went to his holster.
"Nobody move!"
Gasps rippled through the crowd.
The cameraman zoomed in.
Beside the handgun lay dozens of unopened envelopes.
Every one of them carried military postage.
Every one of them was addressed to:
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Parker
The return address read:
Sergeant Emily Parker
Camp Arifjan, Kuwait.
The dates stretched across four years.
Some envelopes were faded from heat.
Others were still sealed with military tape.
Mrs. Ellis whispered, "Those are her letters..."
Pastor Ray slowly picked one up from the porch.
"It hasn't even been opened."
Another envelope.
Still sealed.
Then another.
Twenty.
Thirty.
More than anyone could count.
Mr. Greer's face turned pale.
"I delivered every one of those."
Nobody answered.
Inside the house came the sound of something crashing.
Emily couldn't breathe.
"I wrote every month."
Her voice barely carried.
"I never missed a birthday... never missed Christmas... never missed Mom's anniversary after her surgery."
She looked toward the windows.
"You never read them?"
Silence.
Sheriff Daniels carefully picked up the pistol using a handkerchief.
"This weapon isn't loaded."
Deputy Harris stepped beside him.
"Serial number's still intact."
Daniels stared.
His expression changed.
"I know this gun."
The deputy frowned.
"What?"
"It was reported stolen."
"When?"
"Almost six years ago."
He looked toward the Parker house.
"By Richard Parker."
The entire crowd turned toward the front door.
Inside, someone shouted.
"No!"
Then another crash.
Mr. Greer suddenly remembered something.
"I have something."
He hurried back to his mail truck.
People watched him disappear into the driver's seat.
A moment later he returned carrying a thick leather folder.
"I wasn't sure I'd ever need this."
He handed it to the sheriff.
Daniels opened it.
Inside were photocopies.
Certified mail receipts.
Postal forwarding forms.
Rejected delivery notices.
Every document carried Richard Parker's signature.
The sheriff flipped page after page.
"Refused."
"Refused."
"Refused."
"Forward to sender."
Again.
Again.
Again.
Mr. Greer's voice trembled.
"Four years ago your parents came to the post office."
"They told us you were dangerous."
"They said if any military mail arrived, they didn't want it."
Emily stared at him.
"They said that?"
He nodded sadly.
"They claimed you'd threatened the family before you went away."
Mrs. Ellis burst into tears.
"Oh my God..."
Pastor Ray slowly removed his glasses.
"I told the congregation to pray for Richard and Linda."
"I thought they were grieving."
Across the street, whispers spread through the neighbors.
"I remember..."
"They said she assaulted someone."
"I heard she'd robbed a store."
"No... they told me she'd attacked her own father."
Every rumor.
Every lie.
Every cruel glance Emily had imagined while overseas...
Suddenly made sense.
She felt her knees weaken.
Mr. Greer caught her before she fell.
"You don't owe these people an apology."
Emily wiped away tears.
"I kept wondering why nobody answered."
She laughed bitterly.
"I thought everyone had forgotten me."
The sheriff continued examining the folder.
Then he stopped.
One document had a different heading.
Application for Declaration of Death in Absentia.
Daniels frowned.
"What is this?"
He read farther.
The filing claimed Emily Parker had been "missing with probable criminal activity."
Attached was a request to transfer ownership of her college trust, vehicle title, and military survivor benefits.
The application carried two signatures.
Richard Parker.
Linda Parker.
The crowd gasped.
"They tried to declare her legally dead?" someone whispered.
"No..."
"They couldn't..."
Emily's head snapped toward the house.
"My college trust?"
Her father had promised that account would always belong to her.
She had worked two jobs through high school because they insisted every dollar mattered.
Now...
Her stomach twisted.
They had tried to erase her completely.
Inside the house, another loud bang echoed.
Deputy Harris looked toward the sheriff.
"They're moving."
Daniels nodded once.
"Cover the back."
Two deputies sprinted around the sides of the property.
The cameraman followed until another officer pushed him back.
Suddenly the upstairs curtains flew open.
Richard Parker appeared for only a second.
His face was drenched with sweat.
He looked directly at Emily.
Not with guilt.
With hatred.
"You should've stayed gone!" he screamed.
Then he disappeared.
Mrs. Parker's terrified voice echoed from somewhere inside.
"Richard, stop!"
Another crash.
Glass shattered.
Deputy Collins shouted from the backyard.
"Sheriff!"
"They're trying to get out!"
The crowd surged toward the sidewalk before officers forced everyone back.
Sheriff Daniels drew a slow breath.
"This isn't about an escaped convict anymore."
He looked at the house.
"This is now a criminal investigation."
Emily stood frozen.
Four years she'd dreamed about coming home.
Four years imagining hugs.
Laughter.
A family dinner.
Instead...
Her own parents had spent those same four years convincing an entire town that she was a criminal.
And judging by the fear inside that house...
The lies were only beginning to unravel.
