NYPD Detective: ‘Watergate Was About DNC Pedophile Records—70% of Congress Compromised’

In the summer of 1972, the Watergate scandal erupted when five men were caught breaking into the Democratic National Committee headquarters. Among them was Frank Sturgis, a seasoned operative arrested by NYPD Detective James Rothstein.

But according to Rothstein, the official story—political espionage to swipe election secrets—was a lie. Sturgis confessed they weren’t after campaign strategies; they were hunting for “The Book,” a ledger exposing a sordid underworld of child prostitution, meticulously cataloging names, dates, and payments made by both Republicans and Democrats for sex with minors.

“Watergate wasn’t about politics,” Rothstein insists. “The break-in was strictly based on one thing—the pedophile records kept at the DNC headquarters.”

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Retired from the NYPD, he now claims this explosive document wasn’t just evidence—it was blackmail, a tool wielded to control Washington’s elite. If true, it suggests a chilling modus operandi: power preserved not through votes, but through the darkest secrets.

Picture this: a world where the powerful don’t just pull strings—they tie nooses around the necks of truth-tellers.

Fiona Barnett, an Australian survivor of child sexual abuse, thrusts us into this shadow realm, pointing to retired NYPD Detective James Rothstein as the man who saw it all.

In 1972, Rothstein arrested CIA operative Frank Sturgis mid-break-in at the Democratic National Committee headquarters—the infamous Watergate scandal.

But forget the official narrative about election dirty tricks. Rothstein, after a grueling two-hour interrogation, uncovered a darker mission: Sturgis and his crew were after “The Book,” a ledger so explosive it named names—Democrats and Republicans alike—detailing their payments, proclivities, and the children they raped.

Was this the real Watergate? A desperate grab to control a blackmail operation that held Washington in its grip?

Rothstein’s story doesn’t start there. Rewind to 1966, when he became the NYPD’s first detective tasked with cracking the prostitution underworld.

What he found wasn’t street-level vice—it was a sophisticated “human compromise” operation, a honey-trap run by the CIA, with the FBI sweeping the crumbs under the rug.

He estimated a jaw-dropping 70% of America’s top leaders were compromised, their secrets weaponized to keep them in line.

But who was pulling the levers? And why did every attempt to expose this—like serving CIA honcho Tippy Richardson a subpoena for raping and murdering three boys in 1971—end in a National Security Act brick wall? Richardson smirked as he waved off Rothstein’s subpoena, and sure enough, it vanished.

Sound like a one-off? Hardly. Rothstein says it was the norm: journalists at the New York Times and Washington Post hit dead ends, and cops, FBI agents, even IRS officers who dared chase this elite network saw their careers torched.

The plot thickens—globally.

British Intelligence came knocking during the Profumo Affair, begging Rothstein for dirt on UK VIPs bedding child prostitutes. He obliged, revealing a web of international pedophile rings, each hotspot tailored to twisted tastes, some even steeped in satanic rituals.

Australia wasn’t spared either; Rothstein told Barnett of prime ministers tangled in the same filth, vouched for by an intelligence insider named Peter Osborne.

Are these just coincidences, or threads of a single, sinister tapestry? Rothstein saw it as a global elite playbook: compromise the powerful, then bury the evidence.

Back in the U.S., he watched Nixon squash Watergate probes, destroy Oval Office tapes, and snag a pardon that screamed “untouchable.”

Why? Rothstein claims it was to shield “The Book”—and maybe himself. He hadn’t heard Nixon was a pedophile, but he didn’t flinch when Barnett asked about Reverend Billy Graham: “Multiple victims told me he was a rampant pedophile” he said.

So here’s the kicker: what if the global elite—politicians, spooks, even holy men—aren’t just covering up isolated crimes, but a sprawling, interconnected pedophile empire?

Here’s a sharper, more evocative version of your text, heightening the tension and probing deeper into the mystery:

“What else could explain Rothstein’s grim certainty—after 35 years of wrestling this monstrous network—that it would vanish into the shadows whenever it crept toward exposure? Why did the scales of justice always tip in favor of the untouchable, leaving truth crushed beneath power’s heel?

From Watergate’s murky depths to London’s scandal-soaked streets, the question lingers: how deep does this rabbit hole go—and who’s still guarding the entrance?