Repulsion II
Eliot Weinberger
There’s no doubt that someone in the California Justice Dept is hoping to make some headlines by dredging up the Roman Polanski case. But that hardly makes Polanski, as Andrew O’Hagan wrote on this blog, 'a silly old bugger who slept with a teenage model 32 years ago'. As we’ve all been reminded lately, Polanski was a 44-year-old man who drugged and repeatedly raped a 13-year-old girl who was pleading to go home. Then he called her parents and told them she’d be late.
One expects Hollywood to protect its own, but it is repulsive to see writers such as Paul Auster, Salman Rushdie and Milan Kundera signing on to Bernard-Henri Lévy's petition deploring that this 'ingenious filmmaker' has been 'apprehended like a common terrorist'. (Not even an extraordinary terrorist!) They apparently never got past their adolescent reading of Nietzsche. Or, as one wit somewhere on the internet put it, 'Jeffrey Dahmer would’ve been OK if he had directed Citizen Kane.'
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I only caught this thread because LRB is my home page for logging online -- hoping it would harrass me less than some of the other choices.
I'm (by what I call "carbon-dating") older in years than even Polanski, much less most of the posters here. I was also once a 13-year-old-girl (and a 14 and 15 year old girl and younger and now -- not to flog a dead horse, hardly no girl no' mo').
I moved to Topanga California -- where Polanski's pregnant wife Sharon Tate was murdered by Charles Manson -- only a few years previously. I am not "a Hollywood type" and (wudja believe?) I moved there because my best pacifist friend lived there and I needed to go to a place with some trees and a simple structure I could partly remake into a partly better home for myself after a time of many changes in my own life.
That was a long time ago.
For me, for Polanski, and for the woman cited in this media exploitation (I apologise to her for not right now knowing her name because of course it isn't as famous as his)... My question right now is:
Why, and What, do all of you think you are doing?!
What is with all of "you" (me, us) that the London Review of Books (along with all the other once not "yellow pages" publications or online sites) pander and exploit this way?
If there's anyone signed in for this blog who'd have the patience and tolerance to post a reply I sure would appreciate it because (HA!) -- I just now took the time to establish a password and all that, hoping I might be able to find SOMEONE, somewhere, who might talk with me a little bit about who the actual people and circumstances were way back then instead of what seems to me the media exploitation of just-about-everybody in this (as in so much else) by now?
Grumpy Old Woman (with a few smiles and laffs left).
LRmarte