Virginia Giuffre’s posthumous memoir comes out today. I read it. Ok, I can’t read it, its not available here. Not sure I want to anyway. I like reading happy books. Like Stephen King. Slow Horses. Not the memoirs of a dead bird famous for shaggin’ a Prince.

But in fact, its much more than that. Its a truly tragic story of a lovely girl used and abused by exceptionally rich and powerful men for their pleasure and gratification. Not the sort of men who might have the teeniest shred of empathy sufficient to understand that what they were doing for their selfish enjoyment would scar their victims. For life. As all child abuse does. It is truly the worst crime. So much so that those convicted for it have to be kept away from the prison’s ‘general population’. Because even murderers, rapists, serial killers and burglars find child abusers immoral. They steal the lives of children.

Virginia Giuffre never got over what was done to her by Ghislaine Maxwell, Jeffrey Epstein, Prince Andrew and possibly Donald Trump. Virginia was ‘spotted’ whilst working at Mar-a-Lago, when she was just 16. And whisked away to become a ‘private masseuse’ for Epstein.

I always want to know what the parents were doing at this time. Same as the ‘grooming scandals’ over here. Or Michael Jackson’s ‘young men friends’ who frequently had ‘sleep overs’ with the superstar. What the fuck were the parents doing? Who would allow a 16 year old girl to be flown up to New York to provide ‘rub downs’ for a sleazy billionaire? Either Epstein and Maxwell were amazingly credible in their duplicitous ways or the fact that it was probably Epstein’s private jet flying her up which provided a temptation they couldn’t resist. I make no judgments. But reserve the right to ‘imply’ a few.

Virginia was so scarred she never got over it. And finally killed herself. At 41. Either because of those terrible mental scars or because of the fact that getting people to believe her was so incredibly difficult in the face of all the money and power calling her a liar.

Her siblings are now trying to get Andrew’s ‘Prince’ title ‘removed’. Apparently only King Charles can do this. I mean, whatever his (so many) shortcomings (no pun), Andrew was born to a monarch, therefore is a Prince. Personally, I couldn’t give a shit either way. His title is now ‘The Right Disgraceful’, and whether you put ‘Andrew’ after that or ‘Prince Andrew’, the message is still the same. The crimes were bad. The arrogance worse still.

Happy Monday

A xxxx