The trial of OneTaste executives Nicole Daedone and Rachel Cherwitz is set to begin with jury selection on Monday.
In an extraordinary show of force this week, the Department of Justice deployed 20 prosecutors to a Brooklyn courtroom on April 29—not to litigate, but to signal. It was an evidentiary hearing – ostensibly about a protective order.
They entered the courtroom. Twenty of them. It was a legal mob.
The courtroom was filled with fear. Nobody smiled. Nobody blinked. Perhaps the most scared was Judge Diane Gujarati. Once officially a prosecutor herself, the judge frowned like she’d forgotten what it meant to be a judge. She is an unofficial prosecutor now.
A girl named Ayries Blanck – the liar behind this whole prosecution – was somewhere in the air, even if she wasn’t in the courtroom.
In her stead, in a sense, were twenty prosecutors, sitting as if they were merely specatators – sitting in the gallery. They didn’t talk. They didn’t argue. They came to remind: The courtroom was their building.
Defendants Nicole Daedone and Rachel Cherwitz come to Brooklyn Court.
A OneTaste attorney, Ezra Landes, had sent a letter. From the context of the proceedings (the letter was not revealed) it was about the crimes the FBI and some of the prosecutors committed– obstruction of justice, evidence tampering, perjury, and suborning of it.
It was like the blue line of police. It wasn’t about the law. They’re not defending justice. They’re protecting their buddies. This was insuring that prosecutors and FBI agents are above the law.
It was messaging direct and without words: “We’re the DOJ, baby—and if you squeal, we squish.”
And the judge? Same script.
So this is how liberty dies. Not with a bang—but with 20 federal prosecutors showing up to intimidate an attorney for writing a letter. Poor Landes, he thought he was in America. But this is Brooklyn 2025; letters are crimes, silence is justice, and FBI Special Agent McGinnis prefers not to testify.
The scene would be laughable if it weren’t chilling: A private letter exposing alleged FBI misconduct triggered a prosecutorial flash mob. Not one of those 20 AUSAs verbally disputed the facts. Their presence was the only argument.
In the opaque corriders of federal court no cameras are allowed. We had to therefore rely on AI to creat a representation of the prosecutors coming to initimdate in the OneTaste case.
This AI representation shows the scene when 20 prosecutors come in force to cover up the conduct of their fellow comrades at the DOJ.
The act procedural. The effect totalitarian. The message: that dissent would not be tolerated.
Even the judge, a former enforcer of the same machinery, echoed the party’s unease—questioning the right of defense lawyers to speak publicly.
The truth was not on trial. Obedience was. It was a courtroom. But it felt like a mafia sit-down.
Ezra Landes wrote a letter and 20 prosecutors in Brooklyn freaked out.
Yes, Landes poked the DOJ bear with a letter, and twenty government suits showed up like he kicked the Pope. It was absurd, greasy, ugly.
And somewhere in the shadows, FBI Agent McGinnis sipped coffee and hoped no one would ever call him for the lies and crimes he committed – in the name of law enforcement.
The allegation—of FBI misconduct—was never addressed. The letter was never public.
You have to picture it – for it portends what the upcoming trial is going to be: A Show Trial.
All it was was a letter. That’s all it was. But they marched in like it was Pearl Harbor. Twenty. Young, cocky, overfed. Landes sat there, probably thinking justice had a spine.
FBI Special Agent Elliot McGinnis is trying to avoid the hot seat.
An attorney sends a letter to the DOJ, privately, saying, “Hey, your agent might’ve lied.”
And they say, “Great, let’s bring twenty lawyers to court and accuse you of a thought crime.”
But something went amiss. The attorney for Landes told the judge he would not say what he knew in front of the 20 – because after all it was privileged. Landes is an attorney and he wrote for his client.
And so the judge took them back into chambers – just Landes and his lawyers.
When they came back, she was a different person. Many crimes must have been revealed back in chambers.
And so the judge out for defense attorney blood calmed down. Now instead of the witchhunt – she told the prosecutors and the defense to work it out. Let’s not make this too public.
And thick and fast they came at last and more and more and more…
And all at once, the watchers realized this was not a place for questions.
A letter was written. It questioned power. And for this, the accused were surrounded and asked to answer for things they did not say.
The judge asked, not why—but who. Then she retreated. And the accused understood that their trial had already begun. Thank God for the jury – for the judge and the prosecutors have plenty to hide. And starting Monday it won’t be a trial held in chambers.
