George Soros’ Network Bankrolling ‘No Kings’ Protests: Report
George Soros’ network of organizations is helping bankroll the “No Kings” protests that Senate Minority Leader Chuck Schumer and tens of thousands of demonstrators plan to join on Saturday, according to new disclosures and archived grant data.
Soros, a billionaire investor and one of the Democratic Party’s most prolific donors, is the founder of the Open Society Foundations, which oversees the Open Society Action Fund. In 2023, that fund issued a two-year grant of $3 million to the progressive group Indivisible, according to public filings. The stated purpose was to support the organization’s “social welfare activities,” Fox News
Indivisible is currently serving as the group managing participant data and communications for the “No Kings” protests taking place in Washington, D.C., and in cities nationwide.
Soros’ foundations say they have distributed more than $32 billion globally to advance what they describe as “open and democratic societies.” His son, Alex Soros, serves as chairman of the board.
Indivisible’s website lists Ezra Levin as executive co-director, alongside his wife, Leah Greenberg. Greenberg previously served as policy director for former Virginia gubernatorial candidate Tom Perriello, who later became executive director of the Open Society Foundations from 2018 through 2023 — deepening organizational ties between the two entities.
In 2017, Indivisible also received a $350,000 grant from Tides Advocacy, an arm of the left-leaning Tides Network. The Tides Foundation, another affiliate, has previously faced criticism for funding groups accused of supporting anti-Israel demonstrations and campus unrest.
While the 2024 grant report has not yet been released by the IRS or Open Society Foundations, records show Soros’ network has provided Indivisible with more than $7.6 million since its formation in 2017.
A spokesperson for the Open Society Foundations told Fox News Digital that its grants are lawful and that the organization does not dictate or manage how recipients conduct their operations.
“We support a wide range of independent organizations that work to deepen civic engagement through peaceful democratic participation, a hallmark of any vibrant society and a right protected by the Constitution,” the spokesperson said. “Our grantees make their own decisions about their work, consistent with the law and the terms of their grant agreements.”
Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas, was the first to draw attention to the Soros ties in an interview Thursday with Fox News host Sean Hannity, warning that the “No Kings” rallies could become violent.
“There’s considerable evidence that George Soros and his network are behind funding these rallies, which may well be riots all across the country,” Cruz said.
Cruz cited his STOP FUNDERs Act — short for “Financial Underwriting of Nefarious Demonstrations and Extremist Riots” — which he introduced in July. The bill would authorize the Department of Justice to use RICO statutes to prosecute individuals or organizations that fund violent protests.
“This politicized march is being organized by Soros operatives and funded by Soros money. No one denies these basic facts,” Cruz told Fox News Digital. “The Trump administration and the Republican Congress are committed to countering this network of left-wing violence.”
The Open Society Foundations, in a statement on its website, emphasized that it does not pay or train protesters and “opposes all forms of violence, including violent protests.”
Indivisible’s own protest guide states, “Protests are most effective when we peacefully use our constitutionally protected rights of assembly and speech and properly prepare ahead of time.”
Republican lawmakers remain concerned about the network of funding that fuels mass demonstrations.
Rep. Buddy Carter, R-Ga., sent a letter Thursday to Attorney General Pam Bondi, urging an immediate investigation into the Open Society Foundations and other Soros-backed groups.
“The funding of organizations that engage in, support, or incite political violence must not be tolerated,” Carter wrote, citing a recent report that found Soros’ foundations distributed more than $80 million to groups accused of endorsing or participating in domestic extremism.
As protests prepare to fill streets nationwide this weekend, scrutiny over their funding — and Soros’ influence — continues to mount.
The Toddler Ran Past Three Rich Women and Called the Maid “Mommy”—Then One Sentence Exposed the Secret His Billionaire Father Had Buried
Daniel Sterling believed the party would solve everything.
That was his first mistake.
The grand hall of Sterling Manor glittered beneath giant crystal chandeliers, gold-trimmed walls, polished floors, and a roaring fireplace that made the whole mansion feel like something inherited from old kings.
Guests in tuxedos and evening gowns stood in perfect clusters, holding champagne and whispering as if wealth had taught them how to breathe more quietly than ordinary people.
At the center of the hall stood Daniel Sterling.
Thirty-eight.
Blue tuxedo.
Perfect posture.
A billionaire real estate heir with a little boy clinging to his leg.
Oliver Sterling was two years old.
Tiny black tuxedo.
Soft brown curls.
Big eyes.
A child too young to understand that everyone in the room was watching him as if he were a crown jewel.
To Daniel, Oliver was his son.
His heir.
His only tenderness in a house full of marble.
To everyone else, Oliver was the future of the Sterling name.
That was why Daniel had agreed to this ridiculous display.
Three women knelt several feet away from Oliver with their arms open.
Vanessa Hale in a glamorous red gown.
Amelia Cross in white.
Celeste Vaughn in teal.
All elegant.
All wealthy.
All carefully chosen.
Any one of them would have made a “suitable” stepmother.
That was the word Daniel’s lawyers used.
Suitable.
His board used it too.
His aunt used it.
His social circle used it.
Oliver needed a mother figure, they said.
The Sterling family needed stability.
Daniel needed to move on.
So tonight, in front of half of Manhattan society, Daniel had planned to turn his son into a symbol.
A cute moment.
A charming scene.
A little boy walking toward the woman he loved most.
The crowd would laugh.
The cameras would flash.
Daniel would choose a fiancée.
The Sterling name would look whole again.
Daniel placed a hand gently on Oliver’s shoulder.
“Go to the woman you love most, Oliver.”
The hall softened with amusement.
Vanessa smiled wider.
Amelia tilted her head with elegant confidence.
Celeste’s eyes gleamed like she had already imagined herself holding Oliver for the society pages.
Oliver took one step forward.
Then stopped.
His small face changed.
He looked past the three women.
Past the candles.
Past the gold décor.
Past the guests.
Toward the entrance.
A young maid had just walked into the hall carrying a serving tray.
Olivia Reed.
Twenty-seven years old.
Black-and-white maid uniform.
Hair tied neatly back.
Pale face.
Tired eyes.
The kind of quiet beauty rich people often noticed only when they wanted something from it.
She had been hired three months earlier.
At least, that was what the staff file said.
Daniel barely looked at her in the beginning.
He had trained himself not to.
Because every time he saw Olivia, something old and dangerous stirred in his chest.
Memory.
Guilt.
A room he had locked years ago and never cleaned out.
Oliver saw her and smiled.
Not politely.
Not curiously.
With his whole little heart.
Then he ran.
“No, no, Oliver!” Daniel shouted.
But Oliver was already past the three elegant women.
Vanessa’s smile collapsed.
Amelia’s hands froze in midair.
Celeste blinked as if she had been slapped.
The guests turned.
Olivia saw the child running toward her and went completely still.
The serving tray slipped from her hands.
It hit the polished floor with a loud metallic crash.
Glasses shattered.
The room gasped.
Oliver threw himself into her arms.
Olivia dropped to her knees and caught him.
Not like a maid.
Not like staff.
Like a woman catching the only thing keeping her alive.
Oliver wrapped both arms around her neck.
“Mom.”
The word crossed the hall like a blade.
Olivia closed her eyes.
Tears filled them instantly.
“Oliver…”
The guests froze.
Daniel could not move.
Vanessa stood slowly.
“What did he say?”
Oliver clung tighter to Olivia.
“Mommy.”
A whisper moved through the crowd.
Mommy.
The maid?
Why would he say that?
Vanessa looked from Oliver to Olivia, then to Daniel.
Her face sharpened with disgust.
“Daniel, what is this?”
Daniel’s throat closed.
He looked at Olivia.
She was on her knees, holding Oliver like the entire room could burn and she would not let him go.
And for one terrible second, Daniel remembered her the way she had been before the uniform.
Before the contracts.
Before the lawyers.
Before the lie.
A girl in a blue dress standing on a Brooklyn rooftop after a charity event, laughing because he had spilled coffee on his own shirt.
A girl who did not know he was Daniel Sterling when she fell in love with him.
A girl who believed him when he said, “I’m not like my family.”
He had been wrong.
Vanessa stepped forward.
“She needs to let him go.”
Olivia opened her eyes.
She looked directly at Daniel.
Hurt.
Accusatory.
Terrified.
“You promised he would never know.”
The room became so silent the fire seemed loud.
Daniel’s face drained of color.
Vanessa whispered, “Promised what?”
Olivia stood slowly, still holding Oliver.
“Ask him.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
For two years, he had told himself the secret was mercy.
A painful decision.
A necessary arrangement.
He had been twenty years too old for excuses, but he had collected them anyway.
Olivia’s voice trembled, but she did not stop.
“Ask him why his son recognizes a maid he supposedly met three months ago.”
Daniel opened his eyes.
“Olivia…”
“No.” She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
Oliver touched her cheek with his small hand.
“Don’t cry, Mommy.”
The words broke something in Daniel.
Vanessa turned on him.
“Daniel, explain.”
He looked at her.
At Amelia.
At Celeste.
At the guests.
At the whole machine of his world, waiting for him to smooth the scandal into something acceptable.
For once, Daniel did not know how.
Olivia’s story had begun four years earlier.
She had been a nursing student then, working nights at hotel banquets to pay tuition.
Daniel had attended one of those events under his middle name, Cole, because he was tired of women loving his last name before they knew his face.
Olivia had not cared who he was.
She laughed at his awkward jokes.
Argued with him about affordable housing.
Told him his company’s luxury developments were destroying neighborhoods.
He should have been offended.
Instead, he fell in love.
For six months, they lived in secret happiness.
Cheap diners.
Long walks.
A tiny apartment with a fire escape full of potted basil.
Daniel almost told the world.
Then his father, Richard Sterling, found out.
Richard was old money with new cruelty.
He called Olivia a liability.
A gold digger.
A passing shame.
Daniel fought him.
Weakly.
Then Olivia became pregnant.
That was when the Sterling machine woke up.
Doctors.
Lawyers.
Private investigators.
A family attorney named Preston Vale who smiled while destroying lives.
They told Daniel Olivia had accepted a settlement and wanted no contact.
They told Olivia Daniel had chosen his family and wanted the baby raised as a Sterling without her.
They put papers in front of a terrified pregnant woman and called them protection.
Olivia refused.
Then came the threat.
If she fought, they would claim she was unstable.
If she went public, they would destroy her nursing license before she earned it.
If she kept the child, Daniel’s father would make sure she spent the rest of her life in court until she had nothing left to feed him.
Daniel learned later that Olivia had signed.
But not the way his family described.
She signed after Daniel came to her once, drunk with grief and pressure, and said the sentence he hated himself for every day after.
“Maybe it’s better if he never knows.”
He had meant never knows the fight.
Never knows the scandal.
Never grows up between two worlds at war.
Olivia heard something else.
Never knows you.
She gave birth to Oliver.
She held him for one hour.
Then Sterling lawyers took him.
Daniel had been told she asked not to see the baby again.
Olivia had been told Daniel refused to let her.
The lie worked because both of them were too broken to question the pain.
Then Richard Sterling died.
Preston Vale stayed.
The records stayed sealed.
Daniel raised Oliver alone.
Olivia disappeared into low-wage work and private grief.
Until three months ago, when she saw a public photo of Oliver at a museum opening.
He had Daniel’s eyes.
Her smile.
And she could not breathe.
She applied to Sterling Manor under her mother’s last name.
Housekeeping.
Quiet.
Invisible.
She only wanted to see him.
Just once.
Then Oliver reached for her the first day she entered the nursery.
Not knowing.
Knowing.
A child remembers safety before language knows what to call it.
Daniel discovered it two weeks later.
He found Olivia sitting beside Oliver’s bed, singing the song she had sung in the hospital.
He should have brought the truth into the light then.
Instead, fear won again.
He begged her not to expose it yet.
He promised he would fix it privately.
He promised Oliver would never have to know until they understood what was best for him.
Olivia stayed because leaving would mean losing Oliver again.
Daniel delayed because truth would destroy the version of himself he had built.
Tonight, in front of everyone, his son made the choice Daniel had avoided.
Vanessa’s voice cut through the hall.
“You had a child with the maid?”
Olivia flinched.
Daniel turned toward her sharply.
“Do not call her that.”
Vanessa laughed.
“She is wearing the uniform.”
Olivia lifted her chin.
“Because men like you made sure it was the only door left open.”
Vanessa looked disgusted.
“This is obscene.”
Daniel’s voice hardened.
“No. What is obscene is that my son’s mother had to enter my house as staff to hold him.”
That sentence changed the room.
Olivia stared at him.
Not forgiving.
But listening.
Daniel turned to his security chief near the fireplace.
“Marcus. Find Preston Vale. Now.”
At that name, Olivia’s face went cold.
“He’s here?”
Daniel looked toward the side corridor.
“He arranged tonight.”
A figure in a dark suit appeared near the edge of the hall.
Preston Vale.
Sixty.
Silver hair.
Perfect smile.
Family attorney.
Professional liar.
He had been watching the scene with the calm of a man deciding which document to burn first.
Daniel saw him step backward.
“Stop him.”
Security moved.
Preston tried to leave through the private hallway.
He did not make it ten feet.
When Marcus brought him forward, Preston smiled at the guests.
“Daniel, this is emotional confusion. We should handle it privately.”
Olivia’s voice shook with rage.
“That’s what you said when you took my baby.”
Preston’s smile faded.
Daniel stepped closer.
“Open every file.”
Preston adjusted his cuff.
“I advise against that.”
“I’m not asking.”
“Those agreements are legally sensitive.”
Daniel’s eyes went cold.
“So was my son’s life.”
Preston looked around and lowered his voice.
“You are making a public spectacle of the Sterling name.”
Daniel laughed once.
Bitter.
“The Sterling name survived theft, cruelty, and lies. It can survive the truth.”
The guests were no longer whispering.
They were watching.
Really watching.
Vanessa, Amelia, and Celeste stood frozen beside the empty space where Oliver had refused them.
The perfect candidates.
The acceptable women.
The ones chosen by wealth to replace a mother who had never stopped loving her child.
Daniel took out his phone and made one call.
“Rachel, come to the main hall. Bring the custody file. And call the district attorney’s office. I want a full review of every document Preston Vale touched.”
Preston’s face went pale.
Olivia noticed.
So did Daniel.
Within twenty minutes, Rachel Kim, Daniel’s new corporate counsel, entered the hall with a laptop and a locked briefcase.
The first file was enough.
Olivia’s signature had been copied from a hospital intake form.
The settlement receipt was fake.
The psychological evaluation used to threaten her had never been conducted.
The custody waiver was notarized by a man who had been dead six months before Oliver’s birth.
Preston stopped smiling.
Daniel looked at Olivia.
“I didn’t know.”
She looked back at him with tears in her eyes.
“You chose not to know.”
That was worse.
Because it was true.
Preston tried to claim he acted under Richard Sterling’s instructions.
Then Rachel opened the final document.
A memo written after Richard’s death.
Signed by Preston.
Subject: Maintaining Maternal Separation Risk.
Daniel read the phrase three times.
Maternal separation.
Risk.
His son’s mother had been categorized as a legal threat.
Not a person.
Not a parent.
A risk.
Daniel closed the laptop slowly.
“Marcus.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Keep Mr. Vale here until police arrive.”
Preston’s voice sharpened.
“You cannot detain me.”
Daniel looked at him.
“I can preserve a crime scene in my own home.”
Police arrived before midnight.
So did reporters, though Daniel did not know who called them.
Maybe a guest.
Maybe Rachel.
Maybe justice simply had a way of finding doors once silence cracked.
Preston Vale was arrested for fraud, forgery, coercion, and conspiracy to interfere with parental rights.
The investigation later reached deeper.
Doctors.
Staff.
Old Sterling employees.
A private agency that had helped wealthy families erase inconvenient mothers for years.
Olivia was not the only victim.
She was simply the one whose child ran across a ballroom and called the truth by name.
Daniel ended his engagement search that night.
Vanessa left furious.
Amelia Cross sent a polite statement pretending she had always been concerned.
Celeste disappeared from society pages for a month.
None of them mattered.
The legal battle took nine months.
Daniel did not fight Olivia.
He fought the system his family had used against her.
The court restored Olivia’s parental rights.
Oliver’s birth certificate was amended.
Preston was convicted after three other mothers testified.
The Sterling estate settled multiple civil claims.
And Daniel made one public statement from the steps of the courthouse, standing beside Olivia and Oliver.
“I failed Olivia Reed because I trusted power more than pain,” he said. “I failed my son because I confused control with protection. That ends today.”
Reporters shouted questions.
Olivia did not speak.
She did not owe the public her grief.
One year later, Sterling Manor reopened its grand hall.
Not for a party.
For the launch of the Reed-Sterling Family Justice Fund, providing legal aid for parents pressured, misled, or priced out of custody by wealthy families.
The chandeliers still glittered.
The marble still shone.
But the room felt different.
Former maids stood beside attorneys.
Mothers beside judges.
Children ran across the polished floor without being told to slow down.
Olivia stood at the center of the hall in a soft blue dress.
No uniform.
No bowed head.
Oliver ran in circles around her, laughing.
Daniel stood nearby, not as the owner of the room, but as a man still learning how to be worthy of the people inside it.
When Olivia stepped to the microphone, the room quieted.
She looked at the place where she had dropped the tray.
Then at Oliver.
Then at Daniel.
“I was told my love was dangerous because I was poor,” she said.
Her voice trembled once.
Then steadied.
“I was told my child would be safer without me. But children know things adults try to bury. They know the voice that soothed them. The arms that held them. The heart that never left.”
Daniel lowered his eyes.
Olivia continued.
“Tonight is for every parent who was told they were too powerless to be believed.”
The applause rose slowly.
Then fully.
Oliver clapped too, delighted by the noise.
After the guests left, Olivia stood near the fireplace.
Daniel approached carefully.
He had learned not to rush toward forgiveness.
“Oliver fell asleep in the library,” he said.
“With cookies?”
“Two in his pocket.”
Despite herself, Olivia smiled.
Daniel looked at her.
“I can never give you back those years.”
“No,” she said.
“You can’t.”
He nodded.
“I know.”
She looked around the hall.
“The first night I came here, I hated this room.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“Tonight, I hate it less.”
For Daniel, that felt like mercy.
From the library doorway came a sleepy voice.
“Mommy?”
Olivia turned instantly.
Oliver stood there rubbing his eyes.
Then he saw Daniel and reached out with his other hand.
“Daddy.”
Daniel froze.
Olivia saw the tears fill his eyes.
Oliver looked confused.
“Come.”
So they did.
Both of them.
Daniel lifted Oliver into his arms.
Olivia stepped close, and Oliver leaned his head between them like the world had finally found the shape it was supposed to have.
They were not a perfect family.
Perfect had been the lie that started all of this.
They were something harder.
Something better.
Honest.
And in Sterling Manor, where wealth had once tried to replace a mother with three suitable women in evening gowns, a little boy had done what no lawyer, no billionaire, and no guest in that hall had been brave enough to do.
He ran to the truth.
And he called her Mommy.
