By Stella Morabito
February 5, 2014
Dylan Farrow began and ended her damning case against her father, filmmaker and serial award-winner Woody Allen, with a query: “What’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?”
It’s a scathingly rhetorical question aimed especially at those who brush off Farrow’s reports that Allen sexually assaulted her as a child. Dylan Farrow’s open letter – published Saturday on Nicholas Kristof’s New York Times blog – describes Woody Allen secretly taking her into an attic to indulge his sexual appetites when she was just seven years old. She also writes that Allen’s behavior towards her was habitually yucky before then. And that a criminal case was never prosecuted even though the State of Connecticut found probable cause.
Whatever your reaction, there can be no doubt of one thing: Dylan Farrow bids us to feel the suffering of any child – any person — who has been violated in body and soul, and then made to watch as the world heaps praises upon the violator.
“Imagine a world that celebrates her tormentor,” Dylan implores. Indeed, there’s something utterly wrong with such a picture.
And that’s really the heart of this matter. Farrow’s point goes far beyond whether or not you believe her. It’s really all about the noxious effects of idol worship. We’ve allowed the virus of idolatry to infect society as never before. The symptoms are cult-like behaviors that end up coddling the guilty while pulling the innocent into a vortex where they get sucked down the drain.
For the rest, see:
http://thefederalist.com/2014/02/05/god-complex-why-hollywood-thinks-sex-crimes-are-no-big-deal/
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