In 1991 I was working as a temp, at a booth that was set up in the Excelsior Hotel in Little Rock, Arkansas. I was 25 and single, and when the Governor of Arkansas, Bill Clinton, came by and chatted with me for a little while I was flattered. Later that day an Arkansas State Trooper came by to tell me the Governor wanted me to visit him in his hotel room. I didn’t know what to think, and agreed to go with the Trooper to Clinton’s hotel room.
The Trooper stayed outside as Governor Clinton invited me in. He then pulled down his trousers, exposing himself, and asked me for oral sex. I was amazed and horrified, and I got out of that room as fast as I could. I told some friends and family about what happened, and we were all disgusted with him, but there really wasn’t anything I could do about it. It would be my word against the Governor, and I wouldn’t have a chance.
In 1994, after Clinton had been elected President, I saw an article in the American Spectator magazine by David Brock. It mentioned me by my name, Paula, and it implied that I was a willing sex partner with Clinton. That was a lie, and I decided that the true story of what happened should be made public, and that I should file a lawsuit for sexual harassment. I wasn’t able to get a lawyer until two days before the Statute of Limitations would have barred my suit.
Clinton’s lawyers claimed he couldn’t be sued, as President, for something he’d done before he was elected, and this delayed things for three years. Then in 1997 the United States Supreme Court ruled unanimously in my favor, and in the process of legal discovery the whole story of Monica Lewinsky and the blue dress with the stain on it came out.
In 1998 the trial judge, Susan Webber Wright, dismissed the case on technical legal grounds, but my lawyers were confident her decision would be overturned on appeal. It was time to put all this behind me, and I agreed to settle the case for $850,000, the entire amount of my claim. Later Judge Wright ruled that I would only get $200,000, with the rest going to my lawyers.
A year later Judge Wright found Clinton in contempt of court for misleading testimony, and ordered him to pay my lawyers another $90,000. Wright then referred Clinton’s conduct to the Arkansas Bar Association, and the day before he left office he agreed to settlement which stripped him of his law license for five years and made him pay a fine.
From the day I filed that lawsuit in 1994 until now I have been subjected to ridicule and scorn by the entire Clinton political machine, up to and including Hillary Clinton herself. I was a bimbo, and my case was a bimbo eruption. A bimbo was anyone Bill Clinton had approached in his long career as a sexual predator, and an eruption was when one of them went public. Apparently there were a lot of bimbos, like me, and putting down eruptions was practically a full time job for the First Lady.
James Carville, a close friend of both the Clintons, called me, and women like me, trailer trash. He said all you needed to do was go to a trailer park, and show $100 around, and you can find yourself a Paula Jones. But that is all a lie. I never did anything wrong, I’m not a bimbo, and I’m not trash. I was a young woman who a powerful older man tried to take advantage of. But I refused. I didn’t deserve to be treated the way I was, not just by Bill Clinton, but by his wife as well.
I think it’s fair to say Bill Clinton was a serial sexual predator, and Hillary Clinton was his enabler in chief. She tries to destroy innocent women in order tpo protect him, and her own position as the wife of a powerful man. What does this have to do with this election? As much, or maybe more, than some South American beauty queen. That’s up to you to decide.
My name is Paula Jones, and this is my story.”
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