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Where is My Baby?* by Elizabeth Yore – Brown Pelican Society of Lousiana

Where is My Baby?* by Elizabeth Yore

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Little girl alone in field. By Artur Aldyrkhanov. Free to use under the Unsplash License

By Elizabeth Yore, Substack, Feb 19, 2026

*From the diary of an Epstein victim, whose newborn was taken from her.

What lies at the throbbing, blood-soaked heart of the gut-wrenching Epstein disclosures? Not merely names on flight logs or grainy photos from a private island hellscape. No.

It is the savage, systematic slaughter of innocence itself—the precious, irreplaceable bloom of childhood, trampled, commodified, and discarded by the very men and women the world once hailed as its guardians and titans.

Presidents. Prime ministers. Nobel laureates. Rock-star academics. Billionaire scientists. The globe’s most celebrated philanthropists—smiling in their TED Talks, virtue-signaling from Davos stages—frolicked like devils in the predator’s sandbox. They didn’t just look away. They dove in. They paid for it. They laughed about it. They built empires on the broken bodies of girls whose only crime was being young, trusting, and poor. While the rest of us shielded our children’s eyes from the evening news, these titans of “enlightenment” turned playgrounds into hunting grounds and innocence into currency. ….

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