This is not a partisan issue. The American people – and Epstein’s many victims – deserve transparency
In 1986, my life went from black-and-white to color. It was the year I taped a Duran Duran poster to my rural Pennsylvania high school locker, and then months later hung out with band members backstage at the Paris runway shows. It was the year I went from cleaning bathrooms for $3.35 an hour to making $50k in a day for a Maybelline shoot. Modeling opened a door into a gorgeous, creative, elite world – a dream born of a biological accident.
It is also what led me, decades later, into the very uncomfortable position of speaking out about the horrific legacy of the child sex offender Jeffrey Epstein, whom I briefly dated in 1993.
Stacey Williams is a former model
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