Mary Harrington
3 Feb 2026Poor Starmer. Finding himself accused of looking the other way during one grooming gang scandal might be attributed to misfortune. But two?
That seems, at the very least, like carelessness. As the furore deepens
around new revelations on the favours traded between Labour peer Peter
Mandelson, and paedophile financier Jeffrey Epstein, opposition MPs are
calling for a Cabinet Office investigation. What did Starmer know, when
he picked Mandelson as US Ambassador?
But the Epstein horror show has more in common with Britain’s rape
gang scandal than just Starmer’s apparent wish to avoid grasping any
awkward nettles. Both involved the grooming and trafficking of
vulnerable girls. Both convened a close-knit network of depraved
insiders, some bonded by sexual degeneracy and linked through a host of
further personal and economic ties. Both have a way of bubbling to the
surface at intervals, triggering horror and disgust, then disappearing
off the front pages again.
Both scandals also implicate the entire political regime in which
they occurred. By rights, both Rotherham and Epstein ought to be
extinction-level events for these respective (in fact, interlocking)
regimes. But somehow, public life staggers on. After all, how would we
go about purging an entire national ruling class, let alone a
transnational billionaire one with a combined net worth greater than
many nation states?
It’s a bit like that joke about a rickety house, only standing
because the termites in the woodwork are holding hands. If you booted
everyone touched by this corruption from public life, would there even
be anyone left? The list of luminaries connected to Epstein reads like a
Who’s Who of the overclass. Epstein claimed Bill
Gates caught an STD from Russian girls, and tried surreptitiously to
slip his then-wife Melinda antibiotics. Prince Andrew pulled strings at RAF bases for Epstein’s private jet, and pumped him
for investment in a warzone where British soldiers were still being
killed. Bill Clinton; Woody Allen; Mick Jagger; Kevin Spacey. Bankers,
plutocrats, lawyers, politicians, stars of music and film. Those exposed
insist that — in Clinton’s famous words about being handed a joint at
college — they didn’t inhale. They were just at the parties, and somehow
didn’t register all the little girls being served up like Ferrero
Rocher.
In the public reaction, it’s generally been the sexual depravity that
has elicited the most visceral disgust. This is understandable,
especially when this comes with a backbeat of still-darker rumours, that
shade from sex trafficking into Gothic horror. Buried amid the files,
for example, is one in which a man alleges he was raped by “George Bush
1” and that he witnessed babies dismembered and faeces eaten. Another alleges that Donald Trump witnessed the killing of her newborn baby, whom she birthed aged just 13. Then there’s the
video footage of a hysterical Mexican model in Monterrey in 2009,
screaming in the street after attending an “elite” party about how “they
ate a person”, only to vanish off the face of the Earth that very
night. No one knows much about the context, or if it’s even related to
Epstein, but especially in the light of the latest revelations it’s
doing the conspiracy rounds again.
The Epstein files contain many documents that are unverified, and
could be hearsay or libel. High-profile abuse cases sometimes attract
fantasists. It is eminently possible that many of the more baroque
papers in these millions of documents may be untrue. But conspiracy
theories can both be factually false, sometimes with grossly exaggerated
or fantastical details, while still speaking poetically to something
that is true. It can both be pure fantasy that anyone was literally
killing babies on yachts — and also accurate that real children had
their lives destroyed by Epstein. Horror and disgust is the right
response.
But what is harder to parse, and yet is arguably more consequential,
is the social picture that emerges from these files. Epstein’s emails
convey the sense of a world that operates on terms completely alien to
those by which normal people live. This is, I think, the real source of
the swirling conspiracy theories about occult cabals and the like: the
correct intuition that something doesn’t have to be “occult” in the
sense of pentagrams, to be occult in the sense of being hidden.
Epstein was a node in a world that is precisely occult in this sense,
available only to those with table-stakes high enough to participate.
He emerges as a consummate flatterer, adept at brokering links between
cultural and financial capital. One novelist reported,
after attending a dinner arranged by Epstein for Les Wexner, his first
billionaire client, that “Les seemed like this rumpled, sweaty schlub.
He was so ill at ease. And there was Jeffrey facilitating the
conversation.” Later, as Epstein’s power increased, he’s revealed as
bartering favours, introductions, and insider access in every
direction, majordomo for an intricate interpersonal economy of perks and privileges.
Everyone is now trying to make the revelations a scandal for their
enemies in particular. But it’s clear that at the level on which Epstein
operated, political “sides” are not real. To take one illustrative
example, the Financial Times reports that
Epstein pulled strings in 2019 to obtain an exclusive golf-club
membership for Brad Karp, chair of the prestigious Wall Street law firm
Paul, Weiss — and that he did so with the help of Trump’s former
strategist Steve Bannon. Yet the same report also shows that Epstein set
out to arrange meetings with himself, Karp, and Kathy Ruemmler, now at
Goldman Sachs and former general counsel under Barack Obama.
Money, though, was real, in Epstein’s network; money and influence.
In Mandelson’s case, for instance, emails between him and Epstein show
him putting pressure on the British government to water down proposed
curbs on bankers’ bonuses, in the wake of the financial crash.
Geopolitics is real, but can be transcended if you know how: Sergey
Belyakov, a Russian FSB officer, wanted Epstein’s advice on
evading sanctions. Clout is real too: for Wexner, Epstein provided
glittery guests. Karp wanted an exclusive golf-club membership. Elon
Musk wanted “the wildest party”. Richard Branson wanted the
“harem”. Sarah Ferguson wanted a lifestyle she couldn’t afford. The
mind recoils from what Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor wanted.
For everyone, their heart’s desire; the thing they will do almost
anything to get. Identifying and trading in such desires seems to have
been Epstein’s superpower. But surely this miasma of upscale corruption
didn’t touch everyone, or did not taint everyone to the same degree? The
insurance mogul Robert Meister, who introduced Epstein to his first
billionaire client, told Vanity Fair that the last straw in his
mounting dislike of the financier came when Epstein turned up at his
house with a bevy of young models, apparently for his sexual
entertainment. Meister was, he said, not tempted: he told Epstein to
leave and never come back. Angel Ureña, a spokesman for Bill Clinton,
recently claimed that
this was also the case with Clinton, and that he cut ties in 2005,
before Epstein’s 2008 conviction on a charge of procuring a minor for
prostitution.
Who knows. Mandy Rice-Davies, another teenage girl molested long ago
by a powerful man, famously said when told that Lord Astor denied it:
“Well he would, wouldn’t he?” Andrew Mountbatten-Windsor also would,
wouldn’t he, claiming to have cut ties with Epstein long before he
actually did. Trump likewise claims
the latest document drop “absolves” him, though his enemies retort that
millions of files remain under wraps. Mandelson claimed he’d cut ties
with Epstein some years back, only for the latest document drop to show
that far from doing so, he was asking Epstein for advice on property
buying and may well have leaked confidential government documents to
him, even after Epstein’s conviction.
Now, whether it’s the influence-peddling or the snapshot in his
scanties, the game seems to be up. Now, the once apparently unassailable
“Prince of Darkness”, already fired as Keir Starmer’s man in Washington
due to Epstein ties, has resigned from the Labour Party and declared
that he won’t be returning to the House of Lords. Starmer, ever on the
communications front foot, responded to this statement by indicating he does not think Mandelson should sit in the House of Lords.
So that’s all fine then. Except it isn’t. There is no suggestion that
Mandelson was implicated in sexual abuse. But the girls were never the
main action anyway. For what’s also clear is that Mandelson was just one
actor in a sprawling, incestuous web, that will outlive Epstein, and in
which I suspect the household-name celebrities and public figures
currently making headlines (and headaches for the Prime Minister) often
counted for less in power-broking terms than those less high-profile but
seriously influential in politics, finance, or law. For some in this
group, raping trafficked children may have been a fun diversion. But the
real frisson — and Epstein’s real work — lay in the subtler and more
varied trade, in things that money can’t buy.
The nihilistic overclass of transnational kleptocrats and their
hangers-on Epstein catered to in this occult marketplace operated, and
still operates, at a level where political principle simply does not
feature, let alone the moral or spiritual kind. There’s only whatever
you want, and whatever strings you are willing or able to pull for
someone else, in exchange for it. This was the real feast; those
poor violated girls were just the amuse-bouche.
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Source: https://unherd.com/2026/02/jeffrey-epsteins-corrupt-overclass/