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Woody Allen, 41, raped 16-year-old girl

I stopped watching Woody Allen movies years ago, after his girlfriend of 12 years, Mia Farrow — with whom he had a biological child, Ronan, and adopted two others — discovered evidence of Allen (then 56) screwing her 22-year-old adopted daughter, Soon-Yi Previn. Allen never expressed regret or remorse about his conduct, which a judge called “grossly inappropriate.”

Ronan Farrow said about Allen, 83: “He’s my father married to my sister. That makes me his son and his brother-in-law. That is such a moral transgression.”

In 2010, Allen told the Spanish-language magazine La Vanguardia: It would be good…if (Obama) could be dictator for a few years because he could do a lot of good things quickly. I am pleased with Obama. I think he is brilliant. The Republican Party should get out of his way and stop trying to hurt him.”

In 1992, Mia accused Allen of sexually molesting 7-year-old Dylan Farrow, Mia’s adopted daughter whom Allen had legally adopted as his own. In retaliation, Allen sued for full custody of Ronan and two of Farrow’s adopted children, Dylan and Moses, with whom Allen had assumed a parental role.

Dr. John Leventhal, the lead doctor of Yale–New Haven Hospital Child Sexual Abuse Clinic’s investigation into the sex-abuse allegations who did not meet with Dylan but used only interviews conducted by others, testified in a sworn deposition that, in his opinion, Dylan “either invented the story under the stress of living in a volatile and unhealthy home or that it was planted in her mind by her mother”.

In June 1993, the presiding judge, Elliott Wilk, rejected Allen’s bid for full custody and denied him visitation rights with Dylan because Allen’s behavior toward Dylan was “grossly inappropriate” and “measures must be taken to protect her”. (Wikipedia)

Dylan Farrow has consistently and persistently maintained that Allen indeed sexually molested her.

On February 1, 2014, in an open letter in the New York Times, Dylan, who is now married and living in Florida under a different name, wrote:

For as long as I could remember, my father had been doing things to me that I didn’t like. I didn’t like how often he would take me away from my mom, siblings and friends to be alone with him. I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. I would hide under beds or lock myself in the bathroom to avoid these encounters, but he always found me….

Woody Allen was never convicted of any crime. That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself. That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to…pretend that nothing was wrong. Actors praised him at awards shows. Networks put him on TV. Critics put him in magazines.

Now, Dylan is corroborated by another underage victim of Woody Allen, Babi Christina Engelhardt.

Gary Baum reports for The Hollywood Reporter, Dec. 17, 2018, that in October 1976, blonde, emerald-eyed aspiring model Engelhardt, 16, caught 41-year-old Woody Allen’s eye at New York City power restaurant Elaine’s.

Allen invited Engelhardt to his Fifth Avenue penthouse. He never asked her age, but she told him she was still in high school, living with her family in rural New Jersey. Within weeks, they’d become physically intimate at his place. She wouldn’t turn 17, legal in New York, until that December.

Sex with an underage girl is statutory rape.

Two of Engelhardt’s close friends from the period affirm they were aware of Engelhardt’s relationship with Allen at the time — one would even drop her off at his penthouse. Photographer Andrew Unangst, who was dining with her at Elaine’s the night she made her move on Allen, also says he knew about the long-running tryst. Engelhardt’s younger brother Mike remembers Allen calling their parents’ home: “I’d holler out, ‘Babi, it’s Woody!’ My brain didn’t think something romantic; I was 11 or 12 and a huge fan.”

Engelhardt has written an unpublished memoir of her time with Allen, in which she portrays a relationship of unequals. From their first rendezvous, terms were decreed by Allen. They could only meet at his place. By her count, on more than 100 subsequent occasions, she’d visit him at his apartment at 930 Fifth Ave., where she’d invariably make her way to an upstairs bedroom facing Central Park.

About a year into the relationship, Allen occasionally began bringing in two other “beautiful young ladies” for threesomes. After they’d been “sleeping together” for four years, Allen beamingly announced that he wanted to introduce her to his new “girlfriend” — Mia Farrow. What followed was a “handful” of three-way sex sessions at Allen’s penthouse, where the three smoked joints and bonded over a shared fondness for animals. Engelhardt writes in her memoir:

There were times the three of us were together, and it was actually great fun…. It wasn’t until after it was done when I really had time to think of how twisted it was when we were together … and how I was little more than a plaything. While we were together, the whole thing was a game that was being operated solely by Woody so we never quite knew where we stood…. I used to think this was a form of mother-father with the two of them. To me, that whole relationship was very Freudian: how I admired them, how he’d already broken me in, how I let that be all right.

Engelhardt last heard from Allen in January 2001, when he sent her a letter thanking her for sending him a copy of a documentary she’d appeared in about the making of The Voice of the Moon, Fellini’s final film. Below is the letter:

Even with hindsight, though, Engelhardt is unwilling to indict Allen, who declined to comment for this story. She considered him then, and still considers him now, a Great Man. She said: “I’m not attacking Woody. This is not ‘bring down this man.’ I’m talking about my love story. This made me who I am. I have no regrets.”

Engelhardt and Dylan Farrow are not Woody Allen’s only victims.

On September 25 2018, Crazy Days and Nights published this blind item revealed:

If you are ever thinking of taking the child molester’s side because you want him to be able to work steadily or something, or don’t believe the victims, take a look at this from a mom who had a daughter working on one of his films. She enclosed a picture of how he had her dress on set from the actual set, but it is creepy and I don’t want her recognized.

I let my daughter work on ____________. She had done Broadway but this was her first feature, and it was literally just a feature background role. Non speaking. The child molester invited my daughter to eat lunch with him. She was 7 at the time. I’ve been on MANY sets. I have NEVER seen a director ask a background actor to lunch, let alone a child.

Cafe Society/Woody Allen

After years of looking the other way, it appears Hollywood is finally ostracizing Woody Allen:

  • In October 2017, the red carpet premiere for Allen’s Amazon Studios release Wonder Wheel was canceled. Amazon has also cut off financing for Allen’s next movie.
  • n January 2018, the entertainment section of Canada’s largest newspaper, The (Toronto) Star, ran an AP article detailing how many in the movie business regret having worked with Woody Allen, and having given him a pass.
  • In January 2018, two stars of Allen’s A Rainy Day in New York — Timothee Chalamet and Rebecca Hall (who previously had appeared in Allen’s Vicky Cristina Barcelona) — apologized for working on it and donated their salaries to anti-harassment organizations.
  • A Rainy Day in New York, originally expected to debut this year, is still without a release date.

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~Eowyn

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Dylan Farrow: Woody Allen sexually abused me when I was 7

Sun, 02 Feb 2014 13:07:17 +0000

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Director Woody Allen was given a Golden Globe lifetime achievement award last month and, once again, is an Academy Award nominee.

In May 2010, Woody Allen also declared he wants Obama to be dictator.

In 1980, Allen began a supposedly-committed relationship with actress Mia Farrow. Together they adopted a boy and a girl, Moses and Dylan Farrow. Some years later, Mia discovered that Allen was having a sexual relationship with her adopted daughter, Soon-Yi. The two parted, and Mia accused Allen of having molested Dylan, then seven years old. Although Allen has adamantly denied the charges, in September 1993, Connecticut State Attorney Frank Maco announced that, while he had “probable cause” to prosecute Allen on charges of sexual molestation of Dylan, he was dropping the case to spare the girl the trauma of appearing in court.

Now Dylan Farrow is finally speaking out, exposing Allen for the creep that he is.

~Eowyn

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An Open Letter From Dylan Farrow

By Dylan Farrow

Feb. 1, 2014

What’s your favorite Woody Allen movie? Before you answer, you should know: when I was seven years old, Woody Allen took me by the hand and led me into a dim, closet-like attic on the second floor of our house. He told me to lay on my stomach and play with my brother’s electric train set. Then he sexually assaulted me. He talked to me while he did it, whispering that I was a good girl, that this was our secret, promising that we’d go to Paris and I’d be a star in his movies. I remember staring at that toy train, focusing on it as it traveled in its circle around the attic. To this day, I find it difficult to look at toy trains.

For as long as I could remember, my father had been doing things to me that I didn’t like. I didn’t like how often he would take me away from my mom, siblings and friends to be alone with him. I didn’t like it when he would stick his thumb in my mouth. I didn’t like it when I had to get in bed with him under the sheets when he was in his underwear. I didn’t like it when he would place his head in my naked lap and breathe in and breathe out. I would hide under beds or lock myself in the bathroom to avoid these encounters, but he always found me. These things happened so often, so routinely, so skillfully hidden from a mother that would have protected me had she known, that I thought it was normal. I thought this was how fathers doted on their daughters. But what he did to me in the attic felt different. I couldn’t keep the secret anymore.

When I asked my mother if her dad did to her what Woody Allen did to me, I honestly did not know the answer. I also didn’t know the firestorm it would trigger. I didn’t know that my father would use his sexual relationship with my sister to cover up the abuse he inflicted on me. I didn’t know that he would accuse my mother of planting the abuse in my head and call her a liar for defending me. I didn’t know that I would be made to recount my story over and over again, to doctor after doctor, pushed to see if I’d admit I was lying as part of a legal battle I couldn’t possibly understand. At one point, my mother sat me down and told me that I wouldn’t be in trouble if I was lying – that I could take it all back. I couldn’t. It was all true. But sexual abuse claims against the powerful stall more easily. There were experts willing to attack my credibility. There were doctors willing to gaslight an abused child.

After a custody hearing denied my father visitation rights, my mother declined to pursue criminal charges, despite findings of probable cause by the State of Connecticut – due to, in the words of the prosecutor, the fragility of the “child victim.” Woody Allen was never convicted of any crime. That he got away with what he did to me haunted me as I grew up. I was stricken with guilt that I had allowed him to be near other little girls. I was terrified of being touched by men. I developed an eating disorder. I began cutting myself. That torment was made worse by Hollywood. All but a precious few (my heroes) turned a blind eye. Most found it easier to accept the ambiguity, to say, “who can say what happened,” to pretend that nothing was wrong. Actors praised him at awards shows. Networks put him on TV. Critics put him in magazines. Each time I saw my abuser’s face – on a poster, on a t-shirt, on television – I could only hide my panic until I found a place to be alone and fall apart.

Last week, Woody Allen was nominated for his latest Oscar. But this time, I refuse to fall apart. For so long, Woody Allen’s acceptance silenced me. It felt like a personal rebuke, like the awards and accolades were a way to tell me to shut up and go away. But the survivors of sexual abuse who have reached out to me – to support me and to share their fears of coming forward, of being called a liar, of being told their memories aren’t their memories – have given me a reason to not be silent, if only so others know that they don’t have to be silent either.

Today, I consider myself lucky. I am happily married. I have the support of my amazing brothers and sisters. I have a mother who found within herself a well of fortitude that saved us from the chaos a predator brought into our home.

But others are still scared, vulnerable, and struggling for the courage to tell the truth. The message that Hollywood sends matters for them.

What if it had been your child, Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? What if it had been you, Emma Stone? Or you, Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton. Have you forgotten me?

Woody Allen is a living testament to the way our society fails the survivors of sexual assault and abuse.

So imagine your seven-year-old daughter being led into an attic by Woody Allen. Imagine she spends a lifetime stricken with nausea at the mention of his name. Imagine a world that celebrates her tormenter.

Are you imagining that? Now, what’s your favorite Woody Allen movie?

UPDATE (Feb. 5, 2014):

Disgusting denizens of Hollywood and the MSM are protecting the disgusting and appropriately-named Woody Allen.

On her execrable show The View, a shouting Barbara Walters vehemently defended Woody with “the statute of limitations [on pressing charges] … is over”; Dylan Farrow “is doing it now because he’s [Woody] up for an award”; and “you can’t judge!”.

Cate Blanchett, Oscar-nominated for her performance in Blue Jasmine, which is directed by Woody, told reporters: “It’s obviously been a long and painful situation for the family, and I hope they find some sort of resolution and peace.”

Blanchett’s co-star, Alec Baldwin, also tiptoed away, telling reporters: “You are mistaken if you think there is a place for me, or any outsider, in this family’s issue.”

Hey, Walters, Blanchett, Baldwin! Would you still say “you can’t judge” and “I hope they find some sort of resolution” and this is a “family’s issue” if this were a case of a priest sexually molesting a 7-year-old?

You disgusting Hollyweirdos make me want to puke. svomit_100-121

UPDATE (Feb. 8):

Woody Allen is denying all this and says Dylan, 28, is mind-controlled by Mia Farrow and that Mia actually wrote Dylan’s tell-all. But Maureen Orth has an article on Vanity Fair, “10 Undeniable Facts About the Woody Allen Sexual-Abuse Allegation,” which uses facts to rebutt Woody’s self-righteous lies.

~Eowyn

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