I was dismayed to read Robin Abcarian's article about Dylan Farrow's public accusations against Woody Allen.
She blames New York Times columnist Nicholas Kristof for the public resurrection of the charges, which -- it should be emphasized -- never were proven in court.
However it should also be emphasized that sexual predators of 7-year-olds rarely get prosecuted.
Also that child victims overwhelmingly keep quiet rather than "make this stuff up."
Finally that it is implausible at best to believe a mother can "coach" a nearly 30 year old to spend a lifetime being traumatized.
Sadly, victims are disbelieved until they are believed, while alleged perpetrators enjoy the opposite privilege.
It is not surprising that a writer at the LA Times -- situated as it is in the home of fantasy, exploitation and image -- regrets the indelicate nature of all these allegations and counter-allegations.
After all they spoil the illusion that is Woody Allen. The one Diane Keaton tried so hard to maintain at the Golden Globes.
Woody Allen the filmmaker has given the world a rare and precious gift. (Even though one could psychoanalyze his portrayal of women in film...the feminists who are too neurotic to love, the underage girls who are overly mature, the evil ex-wife who must suffer.)
But Woody Allen the person has left some real human wreckage in his path. Whether or not the accusation of sexual abuse is true (and there are those who make intelligent arguments against it) he clearly way violated appropriate adult-child sexual bounds (though he didn't think so) by marrying his adoptive daughter, Soon-Yi.
We were not at the house that day with Dylan, in the attic.
But too many children unfortunately are, and in the age of rampant human trafficking, continue to be.
I believe Dylan Farrow 100 percent. And I urge other survivors, past and present, to come forward.
More importantly I urge their families and friends: If you see something, say something to somebody immediately.
No child should ever have to sleep in their parent's bed.
* All opinions my own. Photo by me.