I have gotten some pushback for sharing sexual assault allegations from the Epstein files. The line usually goes like this: “None of these allegations were confirmed, so you shouldn’t share them.”

I reject that logic outright.

Hundreds of women walked into police stations, courtrooms, and lawyers’ offices and said the same thing out loud: me too. They described the same patterns, the same men, the same machinery of abuse. That collective act of courage is not gossip. It’s evidence of something rotten that powerful people worked very hard to bury.

These claims remain “allegations” for one simple reason: they were never properly investigated. Not because they lacked credibility, but because the institutions tasked with investigating them chose not to. Waiting for the government to verify what it deliberately ignored decades ago isn’t skepticism—it’s willful blindness.

The DOJ didn’t fail accidentally. It chose not to do its job. So now we’re left with a choice: believe thousands of survivors who risked everything to tell the truth, or believe a small circle of billionaires who had every incentive—and every resource—to silence them.

When you say “none of these allegations were proven,” what you’re really saying is that you’re more comfortable siding with the billionaires. And that, too, is a choice.