Alan Dershowitz Says He’ll Gladly Testify On Jeffrey Epstein

Harvard Law School professor emeritus Alan Dershowitz, who has faced accusations related to his former client Jeffrey Epstein, strongly stated on Newsmax on Friday that he would like the House Oversight Committee to call him in to testify publicly. He also demanded that the names of those accusing him and others be made public.
“I’m delighted that there are public hearings,” Dershowitz told “Bianca Across the Nation.” “I invite them to call me. I’m happy to testify.”
Former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and her husband, former President Bill Clinton, have agreed to testify before the committee. Hillary Clinton has called for the hearings to be conducted in public.
Alan Dershowitz noted that the former president is listed in connection with Jeffrey Epstein, but the names of Clinton’s accusers have been redacted.
“Clinton’s name is on the list,” Dershowitz argued. “It says Bill Clinton, not a victim in Epstein’s case, claimed she was invited to an orgy with Clinton but did not attend.”
“You know, again, let’s have a public hearing, but let’s name these accusers,” he added. “These accusers have no right to accuse and then hide behind anonymity.”
Dershowitz stated that in his own case, “it says not a minor,” so that factor should not be considered when deciding whether to release the identities of the accusers.
“What right does an adult woman have to level an accusation of false, totally false accusation against me and hide behind redaction and anonymity?”
Alan Dershowitz was part of Jeffrey Epstein’s legal team in 2007, during which they negotiated a non-prosecution agreement in Florida. He later continued to represent Epstein as civil suits against him expanded.
Dershowitz was no longer serving as Epstein’s legal counsel in July 2019, when Epstein was facing charges of sex trafficking involving minors.
One month later, Epstein died in a New York correctional facility, and his death was ruled a suicide.
In an interview with Newsmax, Dershowitz stated that it is “McCarthyism” and “unconstitutional” not to release the names of the accusers.
“I’m delighted that we’re going to see public hearings,” he said. “Let them call me to the public hearings. I’ll tell them the truth about what happened.”
Dershowitz added that he won’t claim any privileges.
“I won’t claim any inability to remember,” he said. “I remember everything, and I know a great deal about it. But they won’t call me because they’re not interested in the truth. They’re interested only in gossip.”
However, the ongoing controversy about Epstein “is really not about Jeffrey Epstein anymore,” said Dershowitz.
“This is about the worst form of McCarthyism that has afflicted America since the 1950s,” he said.
Dershowitz continued that the Justice Department has released a list of “prominent names,” but “every single name of every accuser has been blacked out.”
“So, for example, let’s turn to me,” Dershowitz said. “It says blank, blank, blank, blacked out. Stated she gave him a massage on Epstein’s plane. Parenthesis. Not a minor.”
“I was never on Epstein’s plane with a young woman,” he insisted.
“So let’s understand that this is an adult, a woman who was on Epstein’s plane, she says,” said Dershowitz. “I was never on Epstein’s plane with a young woman. I never got a massage. This is total defamation, a total lie.”
But he added that he can’t disprove the claim “because they won’t give me her name.”
Dershowitz also responded to allegations suggesting that Epstein had connections with Israel’s Mossad.
“It’s an absurd theory. He was not a Mossad agent,” said Dershowitz.
Dershowitz also insisted that Epstein “was not suicidal.”
“The lawyers told me that he was told he had a good chance of getting out on bail Monday or Tuesday, following the weekend when he allegedly killed himself, so there’s a good argument that he didn’t kill himself,” said Dershowitz. “But then you have to ask yourself, who killed him?”
SOMALI FRAUD MEGA-SCANDAL: THE FALL OF "THE $30 MILLION LADY" ILHAN OMAR?

Left-wing nightmare Ilhan Omar is not an honest person. We know that she committed fraud to enter the United States by marrying her brother so he could get in as well. We know she and her current hubby ‘came into’ a lot of money, something in the neighborhood of $30 million, that then suddenly vanished into thin air. We know the two of them claimed to have owned a winery that apparently never existed.
And now, there is good reason to believe she is neck-deep in the Somali fraud that has bilked probably billions of dollars from American taxpayers over several years:
“Squad” Rep. Ilhan Omar’s name appears at least six times in recently resurfaced court documents from the $250 million Feeding Our Future fraud case, fueling speculation about whether the Minnesota socialist had a hand in the widespread scam in her district.
The documents were part of the 2025 federal trial of Aimee Bock, the founder of the Feeding our Future nonprofit who was convicted of wire fraud, conspiracy, and bribery for masterminding the scheme that falsely claimed to serve millions of meals to children while pocketing federal funds through bogus food sites and shell companies. Bock is in custody awaiting a sentencing hearing on May 21.
Omar came up in a Feb. 5, 2021 email chain with Bock, with the subject line “help with USDA food program,” the trial exhibits show.
The Congresswoman’s MEALS act loosened oversight of federally funded food programs during the pandemic, which critics said paved the way for the Feeding Our Future’s fake claims and inflated reimbursements.
A few days after Bock’s email to Omar, on Feb. 28, Bock exchanged messages with Abdikerm Eidleh, a Feeding Our Future employee who fled the country after he was indicted in 2022. The subject line of their emails was “Ilhan’s Office,” according to the court documents.
While the list of exhibits is public, the contents have been sealed by the court.
The exhibits also include a text message string between Bock and Omar, which was uncovered during a raid of Bock’s Minnesota house, records show.
Bock has been leaking documents from behind bars through her college-age son ahead of her sentencing to try to shift some of the blame to elected officials, Minnesota federal prosecutors have alleged.
It’s unclear if those leaked documents were related to Omar.
I’m going to make a prediction here. When all is said and done, I believe we’re going to find out that the massive fraud linked to the Somali community in Minneapolis and beyond has a congressional connection, and her name is Ilhan Omar.
Chapter 1: The Echo of Shattered Porcelain

Chapter 1: The Echo of Shattered Porcelain

The crisp sound of antique porcelain shattering against the polished hardwood floor still reverberated through the penthouse. Elena’s chest heaved, her breath coming in jagged, shallow gasps. Her hands, still trembling from the adrenaline spike, hovered in the air as if she were trying to push away the very reality of what she had just done.
At the doorway stood Marcus, her husband, his eyes wide with a mixture of absolute horror and a cold, simmering fury that Elena had never seen before.
"What... in God's name... have you done, Elena?" Marcus’s voice dropped to a terrifying whisper, cutting through the heavy silence of the luxury apartment. He slowly stepped past the scattered shards of blue-and-gold ceramic, his gaze shifting from the broken heirloom to the nanny, Clara, who was clutching the crying baby protectively against her chest, and finally to Elena’s panicked face.
"She... she was going to drop him!" Elena stammered, her voice cracking as she pointed a shaky finger at Clara. "The baby was crawling toward the window ledge! I had to stop her! I had to make sure she understood the stakes!"
Clara, tears streaming down her face, shook her head vigorously. "Mr. Vance, I swear to you, I was right there! I had my arms out! Mrs. Vance rushed in screaming, startled the baby, and then—in a fit of rage—she smashed the Ming dynasty vase that belonged to your mother!"
Marcus didn't yell. That was what terrified Elena the most. His silence was a loaded weapon. He walked over to the console table, looking at the empty pedestal where the priceless heirloom had sat for over a decade—a gift from his late mother on their wedding day. He picked up a jagged piece of the porcelain, his thumb brushing against the intricate painted gold trim.
"My mother gave us this on the day we pledged our lives to each other," Marcus said softly, not looking at his wife. "She said it represented the fragile beauty of trust in a home." He slowly raised his eyes to meet Elena’s. "And you just shattered it because you couldn't control your temper."
"Marcus, listen to me, the nanny is lying, she’s incompetent, she’s trying to turn you against me!" Elena lunged forward, trying to grab his arm, but Marcus stepped back, a look of profound disappointment cutting deep into her soul.
"Pack a bag, Elena," Marcus said coldly, dropping the piece of porcelain back onto the floor with a sharp clink. "Go stay at the downtown penthouse until we can figure out what is happening to you. Clara is staying, and my son is staying right here where it's safe."
Before Elena could scream, plead, or argue, Marcus turned his back on her, walking over to gently take his baby from Clara's trembling arms. The door clicked shut behind him as he carried the child to the nursery, leaving Elena standing alone in the wreckage of her marriage.
Chapter 2: The Hidden Clause

Three days later, the high-rise apartment felt like a tomb. Elena paced the floor of the downtown penthouse, her phone pressed tightly to her ear. Her socialite friends were screening her calls, and her credit cards—she discovered with a sickening jolt—had been temporarily frozen by Marcus’s corporate legal team.
Desperate, she called Victoria Vance, Marcus’s formidable older sister and the chief legal counsel for Vance Enterprises. Victoria answered on the first ring, her voice as sharp as cut glass.
"If you're calling to beg for a spending allowance, Elena, save your breath," Victoria said smoothly from her corner office overlooking Manhattan. "Marcus is filing for a legal separation and evaluating custody options based on the psychiatric evaluation report we requested."
"Evaluation report?!" Elena shrieked, her nails digging into her palms. "Victoria, you can't do this! I am a loving mother! Marcus is being manipulated by that cheap nanny and your family's toxic obsession with perfection!"
"Perfection is one thing, Elena; throwing expensive antiques and endangering an infant in a fit of psychotic rage is another," Victoria replied coldly. "Furthermore, you might want to review the prenuptial agreement you signed five years ago. Clause 9, section b: Gross negligence, destruction of family heirlooms, or behavior endangering household welfare results in total forfeiture of spousal support and restricted supervised visitation."
The phone slipped from Elena’s fingers, clattering onto the marble floor. Total forfeiture. She wasn't just being sidelined; she was being legally and financially erased from the Vance empire.
Unknown to Elena, however, Victoria wasn't hanging up. On the other end of the line, Victoria picked the phone back up and sighed, rubbing her temples. She didn't actually hate Elena—she had known her since college. But Victoria had security footage from the hallway that didn't just capture the vase smashing; it captured something else entirely. Something subtle, hidden in the background of the nanny's movements, which hinted that Clara wasn't just an innocent, sweet-natured caregiver.
Victoria pulled up a secondary camera feed on her laptop—a private angle facing the grand hallway. She zoomed in on Clara whispering into her phone just minutes after Marcus left the room, typing out a text message that read: “Phase one complete. The wife is isolated, the heir is unsettled, and the husband is emotionally compromised. Ready for the next step.”
Victoria’s blood ran cold. This wasn't just a domestic dispute. It was a hostile corporate takeover disguised as a family tragedy.
Chapter 3: The Nanny’s True Agenda

Back at the main penthouse, the evening lights of the city painted long, glittering shadows across the living room. Marcus sat in the dark study, a glass of scotch untouched on his desk. The house was quiet, too quiet. Clara had put the baby down for the night an hour ago, yet Marcus couldn't shake the heavy sense of unease gnawing at his gut.
He stood up, walking quietly down the hallway toward the nursery to check on his son. As he approached the partially open door, he heard soft, melodic humming—not Clara’s voice, but a recording playing softly on a phone.
Marcus pushed the door open cautiously. The crib was empty.
His breath caught in his throat. Panic, sharp and blinding, surged through his veins. "Clara!" he roared, sprinting out into the hallway. "Clara! Where is my son?!"
From the shadows of the master corridor, Clara stepped out wearing a dark trench coat, holding the sleeping infant tightly against her chest. Gone was the timid, stuttering nanny with wide eyes; in her place stood a cold, calculating professional with a smirk playing on her lips.
"Don't make a sound, Mr. Vance," Clara said smoothly, pulling a small, encrypted burner phone from her pocket and pointing it toward a live video feed. "Your son is very comfortable. But one wrong move, one call to the police, and my associates outside will ensure your precious heir takes a very long, very permanent trip out of the country."
Marcus froze, his hands balling into fists so tight his knuckles turned white. "Who sent you? Is it the board? Competitors?"
"Let's just say old debts get paid, Marcus," Clara sneered, backing toward the private elevator service door. "You thought you were untouchable at the top of the Vance conglomerate. But you forgot that the easiest way to destroy a giant is to cut off his head—or in this case, steal his heart."
Before Clara could press the elevator call button, the main double doors of the penthouse burst open.
"Drop the child, Julianna," a sharp, commanding voice rang through the foyer.
It was Victoria, flanked by two armed private security guards and trailing closely behind her was a disheveled, frantic Elena, who had broken out of the downtown penthouse with the help of a sympathetic security guard.
Clara’s face drained of color. "How... how did you find out?"
"You forgot rule number one of corporate espionage, honey," Victoria smiled coldly, stepping forward. "Never hire a nanny whose criminal record in Chicago was only expunged on paper. My security team checks backgrounds twice."
Chapter 4: Unmasking the Conspiracy

Chaos erupted in the foyer. Clara, realizing she was cornered, lunged toward the service exit, but the security guards intercepted her instantly, pinning her to the floor and wresting the baby safely from her arms.
Elena rushed past them, ignoring everyone else, and dropped to her knees, crying hysterically as Victoria handed the unharmed baby straight into her trembling arms.
"My baby... oh, my sweet baby," Elena sobbed, kissing the infant's forehead over and over, all the arrogance and anger melting away, replaced by the raw, desperate love of a mother who had nearly lost everything.
Marcus stood frozen, watching his wife hold their son. The harsh fluorescent light of the hallway caught the tear streaks on Elena's face, and for the first time in days, Marcus saw past the pride, past the broken Ming vase, past the socialite armor. He saw a woman who had sensed danger before anyone else, who had tried to warn them, and who had been gaslit and manipulated into looking like the villain.
"Elena..." Marcus whispered, stepping forward.
Elena looked up, her eyes flashing with a mix of lingering hurt and deep sorrow. "Don't, Marcus. You believed her. You threw me away without a second thought."
"I was blind," Marcus said, his voice thick with genuine remorse as he knelt beside her on the hardwood floor, right next to the very spot where the porcelain shards still lay like tiny reminders of their broken trust. "I let my anger and my pride blind me. Can you ever forgive me?"
Victoria cleared her throat loudly from the doorway as the police marched Clara out in handcuffs. "Save the marriage counseling for a therapist’s office, you two. We still have a corporate board meeting in the morning to purge the remaining conspirators who hired her."
Marcus looked at Elena, extending a hand—not with the commanding authority of a CEO, but with the humble vulnerability of a husband asking for a second chance.
Elena looked at his hand, then down at their sleeping baby, who stirred peacefully, safe in his mother's arms. Slowly, she placed her hand in his.
Chapter 5: The Golden Kintsugi

Six months later, the penthouse looked entirely different. The grand living room was filled with warm, golden afternoon light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
On the console table where the ancient Ming vase once stood, there was now a new art piece—a masterpiece created using the Japanese art of Kintsugi: the practice of repairing broken pottery with liquid gold, highlighting the cracks rather than hiding them, making the object even stronger, more beautiful, and more valuable than it was before its destruction.
A small family portrait sat beside it, capturing Marcus, Elena, and their healthy, laughing baby boy smiling brightly.
The corporate conspirators had been exposed and prosecuted, Vance Enterprises was stronger than ever under a newly reformed leadership team that valued transparency over corporate image, and Marcus and Elena had spent the last half-year rebuilding their relationship from the ground up, attending counseling, and learning how to communicate through storms rather than build walls.
Marcus walked up behind Elena as she stood looking at the Kintsugi vase, wrapping his arms gently around her waist and resting his chin on her shoulder.
"Penny for your thoughts?" he murmured softly, kissing her cheek.
Elena smiled, leaning back into his embrace, her fingers intertwining with his. "I was just thinking... some things are worth breaking if it teaches you how to truly hold them together."
Marcus smiled, turning her around to face him, looking deep into her eyes with a love that had weathered the ultimate test. "To new beginnings," he whispered.
"To unbreakable bonds," Elena replied, leaning in as they shared a tender, passionate kiss, sealing their happily ever after under the golden glow of the Manhattan sun.