Dylan Farrow, de geadopteerde dochter van Woody Allen en Mia Farrow, schrijft voor het eerst over het vermeende misbruik door haar adoptievader toen ze 7 jaar was.
In een open brief aan the New York Times schreef Dylan Farrow het volgende:
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.
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.
(MCU) Uiteraard is dit het zelfde probleem waar wij met z’n allen ook voor hebben gestaan, wordt je gelooft of niet? Komen andere mensen voor je op of gaan ze zeggen ‘anderen hebben er nooit iets van gemerkt’!
En dan Hollywood, wanneer geeft Hollywood een signaal af en wie belt Woody Allen, welke van zijn Hollywood vrienden: Cate Blanchett? Louis CK? Alec Baldwin? Emma Stone? Scarlett Johansson? You knew me when I was a little girl, Diane Keaton’, schrijft Dylan Farrow.
“Hey Woody is dit waar, wil jij voor een commissie verschijnen? Bestond dat kamertje? Zolder met treintje?