1. LA TERRIBILE ACCUSA DI DYLAN: ‘’QUAL È IL VOSTRO FILM PREFERITO DI WOODY ALLEN? PRIMA DI RISPONDERE, DOVETE SAPERE: QUANDO AVEVO 7 ANNI IL MIO PATRIGNO, WOODY ALLEN, MI PRESE PER MANO, MI PORTÒ IN UN STANZA, MI DISSE DI STENDERMI E DI GIOCARE CON IL TRENINO DI MIO FRATELLO. POI ABUSÒ SESSUALMENTE DI ME, SUSSURANDOMI CHE ERO UNA BRAVA RAGAZZA, CHE ERA IL NOSTRO SEGRETO, PROMETTENDOMI CHE SAREI ANDATA CON LUI A PARIGI E SAREI STATA UNA STAR NEI SUOI FILM’’ 2. DOPO IL FRATELLO RONAN, ANCHE DYLAN FARROW, FIGLIA DI MIA FARROW OGGI 27ENNE ROMPE IL SILENZIO IN UNA LETTERA APERTA PUBBLICATA SUL SITO DEL ‘’NEW YORK TIMES’’ LA VIOLENZA SUBITA DAL CELEBRE AUTORE DI “IO E ANNIE” E “BLUE JASMINE” 3. “ALLEN È LA PROVA VIVENTE DEL MODO IN CUI LA NOSTRA SOCIETÀ NON RIESCE A DIFENDERE LE VITTIME DELLA VIOLENZA SESSUALE’’ (IL TESTO DELLA LETTERA DI DYLAN FARROW)

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‘'Quando avevo 7 anni il mio patrigno, Woody Allen, mi prese per mano, mi portò in un stanza, mi disse di stendermi e di giocare con il trenino di mio fratello. Poi abusò sessualmente di me, sussurandomi che ero una brava ragazza, che era il nostro segreto, promettendomi che sarei andata con lui a Parigi e sarei stata una star nei suoi film». Così Dylan Farrow, figlia di Mia Farrow oggi 27enne racconta in una lettera aperta pubblicata sul sito del New York Times la violenza subita dal patrigno, il celebre registra e attore Woody Allen, oggi 73 enne.

«Allen - scrive la ragazza - è la prova vivente del modo in cui la nostra società non riesce a difendere le vittime della violenza sessuale». Già un paio di settimane fa, il fratello di Dylan, Ronan, in occasione della vittoria di Allen del Golden Globe alla carriera ribadì queste accuse di pedofilia twittando la sua indignazione: «Mi sono perso il tributo a Woody Allen: hanno messo prima o dopo Annie Hall la parte in cui una donna ha pubblicamente confermato che l'ha molestata quando aveva sette anni?», facendo riferimento proprio alla sorellastra Dylan.

Ma non è la prima volta che la ragazza parla degli abusi subiti, visto che già nel 1992 accusò il patrigno di stupro. Una denuncia sempre respinta dal regista ma che finì al centro della battaglia legale tra Allen e Mia Farrow dopo che lui l'aveva lasciata per mettersi assieme alla figlia adottiva, Soon Yi Previn. Anche Mia del resto aveva twittato contro Woody durante la cerimonia dei Golden Globes, ma in forma più blanda: «È arrivata l'ora di prendere il gelato dal frigo e cambiare canale». Questo mentre Diane Keaton, ex musa ed ex amante del regista, saliva sul palco per ritirare il premio.

AN OPEN LETTER FROM DYLAN FARROW
By DYLAN FARROW
http://kristof.blogs.nytimes.com/2014/02/01/an-open-letter-from-dylan-farrow/?_php=true&_type=blogs&_php=true&_type=blogs&_php=true&_type=blogs&_r=2&

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?

dylan-farrow

ALLEN CON LA FIGLIA DYLAN

RONAN FARROW IL FIGLIO DI MIA E WOODY O SINATRA SUL PADRE MOLESTATORE

MIA FARROW CON I FIGLI

ALLEN CON LA FIGLIA DYLAN NEL 1998

ALLEN, MIA E LA FIGLIA DYLAN

mia farrow

WOODY ALLEN E SOON-YI

ALLEN E MIA CON I FIGLI

WOODY ALLEN

LUKE RUSSERT SU WOODY ALLEN MOLESTATORE DI MINORENNI

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