Last week, the Justice Department and the F.B.I. signed off on a memo that not only concluded that there was no evidence that Jeffrey Epstein was murdered but also stated that federal investigators found no support for the claims that he blackmailed powerful people or maintained a list of clients. Trump, who indicated on the campaign trail that he would be open to releasing Epstein-related files, now sounds incredulous that people are still talking about them. In a post on Truth Social, he dismissed the story, calling it something “nobody cares about.”

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Last week, the Justice Department and the F.B.I. signed off on a memo that not only concluded that there was no evidence that Jeffrey Epstein was murdered but also stated that federal investigators found no support for the claims that he blackmailed powerful people or maintained a list of clients. Trump, who indicated on the campaign trail that he would be open to releasing Epstein-related files, now sounds incredulous that people are still talking about them. In a post on Truth Social, he dismissed the story, calling it something “nobody cares about.”
“And yet, by this point, many of Trump’s supporters had established that they still care very much about Epstein, and were not willing to move along,” Jon Al writes. “If the Epstein blowup is revealing of Trump’s base—indicating that its worship of him is not unconditional but predicated on the idea that he’s a tribune of the people seeking to expose nefarious élites—it is also revealing of Trump himself, and his relationship to conspiracy theories, in particular. Over the years, Trump has not only amplified all sorts of lies but made a generalized distrust of élites and institutions a key building block of his political success.” So why is Trump no longer embracing the conspiracies surrounding Epstein? Read Allsop’s latest column.

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