Trump Addresses Rash of Scientists Who Have Di.ed, Gone Missing
The 2022 death of Amy Eskridge, a Huntsville, Alabama–based researcher, has resurfaced online as part of a series of cases involving scientists who have died or gone missing under unusual circumstances. The renewed attention follows at least 10 other recent cases involving individuals connected to U.S. military, nuclear, and aerospace research, prompting questions in some quarters about whether a broader pattern may exist.
Authorities have not confirmed any such link, Fox News reported, adding that President Donald Trump told reporters Thursday he had “just left a meeting” on the issue and pledged answers within days, describing the situation as “pretty serious.”
“I hope it’s random, but we’re going to know in the next week and a half,” Trump told reporters, as White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt wrote on X Friday that the White House’s investigation will leave “no stone unturned.”
“In light of the recent and legitimate questions about these troubling cases and President Trump’s commitment to the truth, the White House is actively working with all relevant agencies and the FBI to holistically review all of the cases together and identify any potential commonalities that may exist,” Leavitt wrote.
“No stone will be unturned in this effort, and the White House will provide updates when we have them.”
While officials have not confirmed any connection between the cases, the timing and the individuals’ links to advanced research fields have drawn increased public attention and speculation.
Eskridge died on June 11, 2022, in Huntsville, Alabama, at the age of 34, according to obituary records. Her death has been reported as a self-inflicted gunshot wound, though few additional official details have been publicly released, Fox noted further.
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Eskridge co-founded the Institute for Exotic Science and described her work as focusing on experimental propulsion concepts, including what she called “antigravity” research.
“We discovered antigravity, and our lives went to (expletive), and people started sabotaging us,” she said in a 2020 interview with YouTuber and paranormal researcher Jeremy Rys. “It’s harassment, threats. It’s awful.
“If you stick your neck out in public, at least someone notices if your head gets chopped off,” Eskridge added. “If you stick your neck out in private, they will bury you. They will burn down your house while you’re sleeping in your bed, and it won’t even make the news.”
In the same interview, she discussed the increasing pressure surrounding her work. “I have to publish because it’s only going to get worse until I publish,” she said, adding that the situation was “getting more and more aggressive.”
In her presentations and interviews, Eskridge noted that researchers working on unconventional technologies might experience pressure to remove their work from the public domain. She described a pattern where scientists who reported breakthroughs would “disappear” from public projects or cease publishing their findings.
Fox noted that Eskridge’s death is being cited alongside cases involving retired Air Force Maj. Gen. William “Neil” McCasland, NASA scientist Monica Jacinto Reza, contractor Steven Garcia, astrophysicist Carl Grillmair, Massachusetts Institute of Technology physicist Nuno Loureiro, NASA engineer Frank Maiwald, Los Alamos–linked employees Melissa Casias and Anthony Chavez, NASA researcher Michael David Hicks and pharmaceutical scientist Jason Thomas.
The Department of Energy’s National Nuclear Security Administration told the outlet that the agency is looking into the deaths and disappearances.
“NNSA is aware of reports related to employees of our labs, plants and sites and is looking into the matter,” a statement from the agency noted.
At the same time, there is no publicly available evidence linking the death of Eskridge to other recent cases, and authorities have not indicated any connection between her professional work and the circumstances surrounding her death, said Fox.
Her case has drawn attention in online and alternative technology communities, where some commentators have raised questions about the details. However, those claims remain unverified and are not supported by official findings, the outlet added.
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
"The vanilla buttercream hit the hardwood floor with a sickening, heavy thud.
I didn’t even register the sound of the custom glass platter shattering. All I could see was my ten-year-old son, Leo, standing over the wreckage of a three-tier cake, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides.
Pink and white frosting was splattered across the polished shoes of my business partners. It was smeared across the velvet chairs rented from the event company. And, worst of all, it was dripping down the front of my pregnant wife Vanessa’s six-hundred-dollar maternity dress.
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Vanessa let out a sharp, theatrical shriek, her hands flying to her mouth. ""My baby! He tried to hurt my baby!""
I saw red. The public humiliation, the disrespect, the sheer malice of ruining this celebration—it all boiled over in a fraction of a second. I lunged forward, grabbed Leo by the shoulder, spun him around, and slapped him across the face.
The smack echoed off the high ceilings.
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Leo didn’t cry. He didn’t run. He just stood there, the red mark blossoming on his pale cheek, staring at me with a look I had never seen before. It wasn’t defiance. It was pity.
Forty-five minutes earlier, everything had seemed perfect. We had just arrived at the country club, and Vanessa had been practically glowing, orchestrating every detail of the shower. But Leo had been quiet. He had been complaining of his seasonal allergies, so I had sent him to the bridal suite down the hall to find the emergency inhaler I kept in Vanessa's oversized leather tote bag.
I didn't know then what he had found when that bag tipped over on the vanity. I didn't know about the practice sheets of paper. I didn't know about the plastic capsule the caterer had been instructed to slide into the center of the cake's bottom tier.
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I had the silver cake knife in my hand. I was three steps away.
That was when Leo had sprinted out of nowhere, diving past the gift table and shoving the heavy cake stand with all the strength his eighty-pound body could muster.
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Instead, Leo slowly lifted his hand and pointed at the smashed remains of the bottom tier.
""Look inside it, Dad,"" he whispered. ""Before she hides it.""
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"The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened."""" The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
"""""""The perfect wife was about to commit the unthinkable. Then the front door opened.""""
The heavy bronze candlestick was raised high in the air.
Her target? A frail, elderly woman trapped in a wheelchair.
It was supposed to be a flawless plan. A tragic """"accident"""" while her husband was away at work.
But he came home early.
""""Put it down!"""" he shouted, his voice echoing through the kitchen.
In a split second, her murderous glare vanished, replaced by a terrifyingly bright, fake smile.
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She thought the sweet lie would save her. She thought she could manipulate him like always.
But he wasn't buying it. His eyes were cold, filled with furious disgust.
""""Don't you dare lie to me!"""" he roared, violently snatching the candlestick from her hands and slamming it down.
As the heavy metal crashed against the counter, a new sound pierced the dead silence.
Wailing sirens. Approaching fast.
Her mask shattered, leaving only pure, wide-eyed terror.
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"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
"When my husband shoved me into the freezing pool in front of his entire family, I thought the cold water would be the worst part.
I was wrong.
The worst part was hearing them cheer.
“After everything I paid for this weekend,” I said, standing on the deck in my emerald-green jumpsuit, “I think I deserve a chair at the table.”
My mother-in-law, Denise, leaned back in her white designer sweater and gave me a slow, insulting smile.
“This is a family vacation, Olivia,” she said. “Not one of your business meetings.”
The backyard fell quiet for a moment. The firepit crackled. Music played softly from expensive outdoor speakers. Around the long table sat my husband’s parents, his sister, two cousins, and friends I had met only once.
Every plate of steak, every bottle of wine, every room in the lakeside rental had been paid for by me.
Then my husband, Tyler, walked over from the grill.
He wore a black polo shirt, jeans, and the familiar expression he always had when his mother was unhappy with me: annoyance, not concern.
“Apologize to my mom,” he said.
“For what?” I asked. “For asking to be treated with basic respect?”
Tyler glanced at his relatives. They were all watching.
That was when his mouth curved into a smile.
“You think you’re better than us because you make more money?”
“I never said that.”
“No,” Denise interrupted. “But you act like it.”
I had spent four years ignoring comments like that. I paid for Tyler’s car when he lost his job. I covered his father’s medical bills. I even used my vacation days to plan this trip because Denise said the family “needed quality time.”
But the moment I asked for a seat, I became the villain.
Tyler stepped closer.
“Maybe you need a reminder that money doesn’t make you important.”
Before I could move, his cousins grabbed my wrists.
“Tyler, stop!” I shouted.
They dragged me across the wet grass toward the pool. My lavender jacket slipped from my shoulders. The water was dark beneath the moonlight, and the night air cut through my clothes.
For one second, Tyler looked at me.
I waited for him to stop them.
He didn’t.
He pushed me.
The cold stole my breath instantly. I sank beneath the surface, my shoes heavy, my arms flailing as panic tightened around my chest. When I finally reached the edge, I heard laughter above me.
Denise was clapping.
Tyler’s brother was recording on his phone.
And Tyler stood there smiling while his family applauded my humiliation.
I pulled myself out without help.
Water streamed from my hair and soaked through my emerald jumpsuit. I was shaking so hard I could barely unlock my phone.
But I didn’t cry.
I didn’t scream.
I opened the reservation app.
The rental house was in my name.
The two SUVs were in my name.
The private boat trip, the catered brunch, the concert tickets, and every remaining expense for the weekend were connected to my card.
Tyler saw my screen and suddenly stopped smiling.
“Olivia,” he said quietly. “Don’t be dramatic.”
I looked at him, then at the family who had just laughed while I fought to breathe.
“You wanted entertainment,” I said.
My thumb hovered over the cancellation button.
“Now you can watch what happens when the person you disrespect stops paying for your life.”
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