By Phil Richardson
I have something sarcastic to say about Harvey Weinstein, the movie mogul who set a new public record for aberrant sexual behavior toward women (I came close to using “inexcusable” as an adverb, but “criminal” may be more appropriate), who now admits he “needs help” and “deserves a second chance.” You’ll soon learn that this diatribe has turned into a double-feature denouncement.
There is nothing remotely humorous or “catchy” to say about a person who had plenty of power, riches… yes, even a notable amount of showbiz talent, now identified as a serial molester, and worse.
People, including some who knew him to be a predator, said that apart from that he was a charming, smart, likable guy.
His own brother said rather strongly that “Harvey is a bad person.” That he is: One who has not expressed one iota of remorse for all of the harm he did to the numerous women who were so unfortunate to fall within his considerable sphere of influence, not to mention his family and friends.
I would much rather remind readers of the inexcusable actions of Janie “Viet Cong” Fonda, the infamous antiwar actress who made her way to Hanoi during the war in southeast Asia
One day in the mid-1960s, right in the middle of the ten o’clock news, there was the daughter of Henry Fonda, playing on a Russian anti-aircraft gun with a group of giggling, Vietnamese soldiers, who to our shock and surprise, all wore the Red Star of communist North Vietnam.
Charming, little Barbarella Fonda said she was on a peace mission. The North Vietnamese took her to one of their better camps for U.S. prisoners of war. Upon being told she was on her way, the men held there wrote messages, most just a few words they meant for their commanders in Saigon, their families and the media.When Fonda shook their hands, they pressed the scraps of paper into her palm.
As soon as she had taken the last missive from the line of POWs, our men swear that they saw her hand all of the notes to the leader of the North Vietnamese propaganda team who had brought her there. Our servicemen paid a terrible price for her betrayal.
Did you ever set a mouse trap in a closet and forget about it? I swear the very same stench came from my TV Sunday when sort of washed-out image of Fonda appeared on the screen and that querulous voice responded when asked if she had heard any of stories of alleged Testosterone poisoning suffered by Heavy Harvey Weinstein swirling through Hollywoodworld?
Fonda replied as if she was still on Golden Pond—still speaking to the actor who was in real life her parent and not a talk-show host. “Oh, Yes!” she answered, in a sort of a dazed manner, as if the question had caught her totally unaware of the topic, and had no idea why she had been contacted. (I questioned the interviewer’s purpose, as well). She finally admitted that yes, she had heard about it from women who had spoken to her about the terrible details.
“And what did you do about it?” asked the reporter.
For once, Fonda was speechless, as were many of the silver screen’s leading ladies and gentlemen, who for decades didn’t want to know about what’s causing the stink in the closet.
Phil Richardson, Observer of the human condition and storyteller, is a retired broadcast executive residing in Tucson, Arizona. He is the author of three books – “Water Dream,” “The Prosperity Coal Company” and “Miguel: Narcotraficante.” All are available at Amazon.com.
“He goes doddering on into his old age, making a public nuisance of himself.” – Joseph L. Menchen
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