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by Jewish Defense Organization


In 2005, Palestinians issued a call for a campaign of boycotts, divestment and sanctions (BDS) against
Israel until it is destroyed. A truly global Jew hating movement against Israel is rapidly emerging in
response to this call and uniting Nazis, Islamists and Leftists. Woody Allen ideologically founded BDS.


BY ALLAN KONIGSBERG, From the New York Times POSTED: February 01, 1988 I'm not a political activist.
If anything, I'm an uninformed coward, totally convinced that a stand on any issue from subway fares to
the length of women's skirts will lead me before a firing squad. I prefer instead to sit around in coffee
houses and grouse to loved ones privately about social conditions, invariably muttering imprecations on
the heads of politicians, most of whom I put in a class with blackjack dealers. Take a look, for instance, at
the Reagan Administration. Or just at the president himself. Or the men hoping to become president. Or
the last cluster of presidents. These characters would hardly inspire confidence in the average bail
bondsman. Another reason I'm apathetic to political cross-currents is that I've never felt man's problems
could be solved through political solutions. The sporadic reshuffling of pompous-sounding world leaders
with their fibs and nostrums has proved meaningless. Not that one is always just as bad as the next - but
almost. The truth is that whenever the subject turns to ameliorating mankind's condition, my mind turns
to more profound matters: man's lack of a spiritual center, for example - or his existential terror. The
empty universe is another item that scares me, along with eternal annihilation, aging, terminal illness
and the absence of God in a hostile, raging void. I feel that as long as man is finite, he will never be truly
relaxed. Having said all the above, I should also point out that there have been a few times that I have
taken a public stance. Some people may remember that recently I came out vehemently against the
colorization of movies without the director's consent. This is hardly a life-and-death political issue, but it
is an ethical one, and I was quite amazed at the lack of support my position received. Not that everyone
was unsympathetic, but the moral indignation and protective legislation I thought would follow was not
quite equal to the ire aroused when a person gets in front of you at the bakery. In the end, it was not
the artist's rights that prevailed but rather the "realities of the marketplace." Another example was my
anti-apartheid stance. So infuriated was I with treatment of blacks in South Africa that I proclaimed I will
not allow my films to play there until a total policy change is agreed to. This unfortunately failed to
topple the existing regime, and apartheid continues, though I have received grateful letters from
Afrikaners who say that while they avoided my films before, now they are prevented from even
wandering into one of them accidentally, and for this they thank me with all their hearts. Still, there was
the gesture and the hope that it would stir others. And to a small degree, it has. And now after months
of quiet in my own life, another situation has arisen - a situation that is quite painful and confusing - and
a stand must be taken. As a supporter of Israel, and as one who has always been outraged at the horrors
inflicted on this little nation by hostile neighbors, vile terrorists and much of the world at large, I am
appalled beyond measure by the treatment of the rioting Palestinians by the Jews. I mean, fellas, are
you kidding? Beatings of people by soldiers to make examples of them? Breaking the hands of men and
women so they can't throw stones? Dragging civilians out of their houses at random to smash them with
sticks in an effort to terrorize a population into quiet? Please understand that I have no sympathy for
the way the Arabs have treated the Israelis. Indeed, sometimes you get the feeling you want to belt
them - but only certain ones and for very specific acts. But am I reading the newspapers correctly? Were
food and medical supplies withheld to make a rebellious community "uncomfortable"? Were real bullets
fired to control crowds, and rubber ones only when the United States objected? Are we talking about
state-sanctioned brutality and even torture? My goodness! Are these the people whose money I used to
steal from those little blue-and-white cans after collecting funds for a Jewish homeland? I can't believe
it, and I don't know exactly what is to be done, but I'm sure pulling out my movies is again not the
answer. Perhaps for all of us who are rooting for Israel to continue to exist and prosper, the obligation is
to speak out and use every method of pressure moral, financial and political - to bring this wrongheaded
approach to a halt.


Woody Allen is taking shots at anti-Semites that camouflage their dislike of Jews behind anti-Israel
rhetoric. The famed director made the comments during an interview with Israel’s Channel 2 in France
yesterday. When asked if it is harder these days to be Jewish in America, he said, “No, I don’t think so.”
He added, “By the low standards of tolerance for Jews all over the world, America’s been a very tolerant
country.” He added, “I do feel there are many people that disguise their negative feelings toward Jews,
disguise it as anti-Israel criticism, political criticism, when in fact what they really mean is that they don’t
like Jews.” Allen, 77, was in France to promote his newest film, “Blue Jasmine.” DYLAN FARROW IS
TELLING THE TRUTH 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? Mine is a tape of Woody locked up and in a suicide watch cell. But it will
never happen.

statute of limitations for Class A felonies (CGS § 54-193). The following Class A felonies involve child
sexual abuse or related actions, and can be prosecuted at any time: 1. first-degree sexual assault when
force or the threat of force is used and the victim is under age 16 (CGS § 53a-70(a)(1)); 2. first-degree
sexual assault with a victim under age 13 when the offender is more than two years older (CGS § 53a-
70(a)(2)); 3. first-degree aggravated sexual assault when the victim is under age 16 (CGS § 53a-70a); 4.
aggravated sexual assault of a minor (CGS § 53a-70c); and 5. employing a minor in an obscene
performance (CGS § 53a-196a). Otherwise, the statute of limitations for childhood sexual abuse is
generally 30 years after the victim reaches age 18, or up to five years from the date he or she notifies
the police or a prosecutor of the crime, whichever is earlier. In cases of second-degree sexual assault
where the victim is at least age 13 but under 16 and the offender is more than three years older, the
case must be prosecuted within five years after the crime was committed (CGS § 54-193a). As described
above, this statute was last amended in 2002 (PA 02-138), and that act specified that its changes to the
statute of limitations applied only prospectively. Allen was investigated on child molestation claims for
the alleged 1992 incident in Connecticut, but prosecutors elected not to charge him. "PROBABLE CAUSE"
TO CHARGE ALLEN The handling of the investigation was criticized after Litchfield County state attorney
Frank S. Maco said in a press conference there was "probable cause" to charge Allen, although he chose
not to. A disciplinary panel found that Maco may have prejudiced the then-ongoing custody battle
between Allen and Mia Farrow by making an accusation without formal charges. He got away with it. He
bought his way out. He was so popular there would have had to be at least one fan on the jury. His
victim who was still young at the time would have had to testify. He knew all this in advance. He is no
dummy to write the shit he did. He is a criminal and a sociopath. Woody Allen is schtick dreck. He was
never charged with a criminal offense.


In 1992 Farrow accused the filmmaker of molesting Dylan. The 1992 allegation came shortly after Allen
became involved with Mia Farrow's adopted daughter, Soon-Yi Previn. Allen, then in his mid-50s, was
not the adoptive father of Previn, who was about 19 at the time but none the less was a father figure to
her as seen from the photo above. The two married in 1997 and have two adopted daughters. Allen filed
for custody of his three children with Farrow -- Moses and Dylan, who were adopted, and Satchel,
Woody claims is his biological son, but who now goes by Ronan Farrow. Farrow has said her former
husband Frank Sinatra could be his father. Ronan Farrow is estranged from Allen.

The fact Woody was once an anti-Zionist self hating Jew who bragged about stealing the money he
collected for Israel when he was a kid plays into this. Around this time he was exhibiting selfhating, self-
destructive behavior and his karma caught up with him but not to the extent it should have. Hey when
he married his life partner's adopted daughter I figured it was all over for him. But then what I call The
Woody Allen Syndrome set in. If you are popular enough you can get away with anything. So his career
continued unharmed. The great artist is not always the great human being. This little two-faced momser
is a child rapist who got a walk because he was a super star. His fans are in denial. Dylan Farrow has no
history of making up stories. Her account speaks for itself. He is scum. We know he is a pervert from
Soon Yi's pictures. Where there is smoke there is fire. And where there is Woody there is a liar.