In a chilling peek into unimaginable privilege, Jeffrey Epstein’s private 50th birthday book—a lavish 238-page scrapbook compiled by Ghislaine Maxwell in 2003—hides nine deeply disturbing entries laced with sexually explicit drawings, raunchy fantasies, and fawning tributes that expose the financier’s intimate access to global icons like presidents, princes, and billionaires.

In September 2025, the U.S. House Oversight Committee released a redacted version of Jeffrey Epstein’s lavish 50th birthday album, titled The First Fifty Years. Compiled in 2003 by Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein’s former girlfriend and convicted accomplice, the 238-page leather-bound book contains personalized messages, photos, drawings, and notes from dozens of high-profile friends. While many entries offer flattering tributes, at least nine stand out for their lewd, suggestive, or unsettling content, underscoring Epstein’s deep entanglements with power brokers and raising questions about what favors or secrets underpinned his influence.

The most controversial is an alleged message from President Donald Trump, featuring a hand-drawn outline of a naked woman’s body with typed text inside and a signature reading “Donald J. Trump.” Trump has vehemently denied authenticity, calling it a “fake” and suing media outlets reporting on it. Another entry shows Epstein holding an oversized fake check signed “DJTRUMP” for $22,500, captioned “Jeffrey showing early talents with money + women!”—a joke implying Epstein’s prowess in both finance and seduction.

Billionaire Leslie Wexner, Epstein’s longtime financial patron, contributed a simple note accompanied by a crude drawing of breasts, signed “Happy Birthday, your friend, Leslie.” Apollo Global Management co-founder Leon Black penned a rhyming poem calling Epstein a “wet dream and cauchemar” (French for nightmare), while labeling him a “dear friend.” Former Bear Stearns CEO Alan Greenberg praised Epstein’s “meteoric success.”

Other disturbing pages include unsigned sketches: one contrasts Epstein in 1983 handing lollipops to young girls with 2003 scenes of him receiving massages from topless women, one bearing “JE” tattoos. A Vanity Fair cover parody inserts Epstein’s name, and photos depict him shirtless or in speedos. An unidentified woman’s entry boasts meeting Prince Andrew, Bill Clinton, and Trump through Epstein, claiming she toured Buckingham Palace’s private quarters and sat on the Queen’s throne.

Maxwell’s prologue expresses hope Epstein would enjoy the book as much as she did assembling it, filled with “stories and old photographs to jog your memory.” Yet the sexual innuendos and crude imagery paint a portrait of a man whose charm masked depravity.

These entries highlight Epstein’s unparalleled access to elites—presidents, princes, tycoons—who celebrated him years before his 2008 conviction. No evidence in the book implicates contributors in crimes, but the tone raises chilling questions: What did Epstein offer in return for such intimacy? As more files emerge under transparency mandates, the true cost of his influence lingers.