Further to Tigtog’s quickhit on Polanski, can we just clear up one point?
This is not a shades-of-grey issue. This is not a “Romeo & Juliet” statutory rape case. This is not a “barely legal” case. This is not a “technicality” case. This is not a “well, some reasonable people might see it another way” case. This is not a “it was only just illegal” case. This was not an “oops, well, he was a nice guy who made a minor error in judgement” case.
A bunch of Hollywood personalities have a petition going, in which they call this a “case of morals”.
Read the court documents for yourself. Read about what some people are saying is just a “hysterical witch hunt”.
*** Cut for graphic account of rape ***
Excerpts from the thirteen-year-old victim’s account at The Smoking Gun. I’ve elided some of the content-free “what happened next?” prosecution questions to maintain the narrative. Emphases are mine.
Just so we’re perfectly clear on exactly what “morals issue” we’re discussing here. Just so we’re all on the same page.
[Q: When you got in the jacuzzi, what were you wearing?] I was going to wear my underwear, but he said for me to take them off. […]
[Q: What did Mr Polanski do when he got into the jacuzzi?] He got in and he went down to the deepest part of it. I went up to the other end of it. He goes, “Come down here.” And I said, “No. No, I got to get out.” And he goes, “No, come down here.” And then I said that I had asthma and that I couldn’t – I had to get out because of the warm air and the cold air or something like that. […]
[Q: Did you have asthma?] No. […] [Why did you tell him you had asthma?] Because I wanted to get out. […]
He asked me if I was all right, if my asthma was bad. I said that I wanted to go home because I needed to take my medicine. He said, “Yeah, I’ll take you home soon. I told him — I said that I wanted to get — I wanted to go home. I said, “No, I have to go home now.” [What did Mr Polanski say?] He told me to go in the other room and lie down. […]
I was going, “No, I think I better go home, ” because I was afraid. So I just went and I sat down on the couch. [What were you afraid of?] Him. […]
He goes, “Well, you’ll be better.” and I go, “No, I won’t. I have to go home“. He reached over and he kissed me. And I was telling him, “No,” you know, “keep away“. But I was kind of afraid of him because there was no one else there.
[Did you say anything?] No, besides I was just going, “No. Come on, let’s go home. [What was said after you indicated that you wanted to go home when you were sitting on the couch?] He said “I’ll take you home soon. [Then what happened?] And then he went down and he started performing cuddliness. [What does that mean?] It means he went down on me or he placed his mouth on my vagina. […]
He was just like licking and I don’t know. I was ready to cry. I was kind of — I was going, “No. Come on. Stop it.” But I was afraid. […]
He was — sometimes he was saying stuff, but I was just blocking him out, you know. […]
He started to have intercourse with me […] He placed his penis in my vagina. [What did you say, if anything, before he did that?] I was mostly just on and off saying, “No, stop.” But I wasn’t fighting really because I, you know, there was no one else there and I had no place to go. [What did he say, if anything?] He didn’t answer me when I said, “No.” […]
He goes, “Would you want me to go in through your back?’ And I went, “No.” I think he said something like right after I said I was not on the pill, right before he said, “Oh, I won’t come inside of you then.” And I just went — and he goes — and then he put me — wait. Then he lifted my legs up farther and he went in through my anus. […]
[Did you resist at that time?] A little bit, but not really because — (pause.) [Because what?] Because I was afraid of him. […]
[What happened then?] I was sitting in the car and I was crying.
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