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But, given the incredibly inaccurate and misleading attacks on my father, Woody Allen, I feel that I can no longer stay silent as he continues to be condemned for a crime he did not commit. I was present for everything that transpired in our house before, during, and after the alleged event.
Now that the public hysteria of earlier this year has died down a little and I have some hope that the truth can get a fair hearing, I want to share my story. My mother, Mia Farrow, was out shopping with her close friend since childhood, Casey Pascal. It was a full house.
On the surface, it was not unlike his previous visits to our country home. But my mother had put all of us on notice not to let him out of our sight.
She was understandably furious: For months now, she had been drilling it into our heads like a mantra: My mother was our only source of information about Woody — and she was extremely convincing.
I thought my job was to support my mother and I desperately wanted her approval, as did all of her children. I had also learned repeatedly that to go against her wishes would bring horrible repercussions. I would keep my eyes on Woody until she returned. But secretly, I was torn.
To help explain why, I want to give you a little background about our family. Even though Woody and Mia never married — and he never lived with us or even stayed the night at our apartment in the city — he would often come over around 6: I would wake up before the others, and so he and I would sit at the kitchen table together for breakfast.
He hardly seemed like a monster to me. In Mia adopted Dylan. Two years later she and Woody had their only biological child, Satchel. At the age of 49, Woody seemed to delight in his new role of father.
Mia had adopted me, her seventh child, as a single parent in In she successfully petitioned to allow Woody to co-adopt both Dylan and me, writing to the adoption agency, detailing what an excellent father he was.
I was thrilled when Woody officially became my father, since he had already taken on that role in my life. We played catch and chess, fished, and shot hoops.
As the years went by, Satchel, Dylan and I were frequent visitors to his movie sets and his editing room. I never once saw anything that indicated inappropriate behavior at any time.
Then, of course, the news of Woody and Soon-Yi went public — and everything changed. My mother insisted that we remove both of them from our lives, and we had no choice but to accept. The public attacks on Soon-Yi by complete strangers still stagger me, as does the general misinformation that so many people consider fact.
And the claim that they started dating while she was underage is totally false.
In truth, Woody and Soon-Yi rarely even spoke during her childhood. It was my mother who first suggested, when Soon-Yi was 20, that Woody reach out and spend time with her. He agreed and started taking her to Knicks games. Yes, it was unorthodox, uncomfortable, disruptive to our family and it hurt my mother terribly.
But the fatal dysfunction within my childhood home had nothing to do with Woody. It began long before he entered the picture and came straight from a deep and persistent darkness within the Farrow family. It was common knowledge in Hollywood that my grandfather, the director John Farrow, was a notorious drinker and serial philanderer.
There were numerous alcohol-fueled arguments between her parents, and Mia told me that she was the victim of attempted molestation within her own family. Her brother, my uncle John, who visited us many times when we were young, is currently in prison on a conviction of multiple child molestation charges.
My mother has never publicly commented on this or expressed concern about his victims.The Full Story of Living After Trauma. This was a long time ago and I am trying my best to be as accurate as possible, but please forgive any inaccuracies. Building a hollow block perimeter wall around our Philippine lot.
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