Weinstein and his ilk
The whole Harvey Weinstein incident has rattled me. First, I am relieved that after decades of harassment the man was exposed and has been disinvited from various professional organizations (but not criminally charged as of this post). Second, I keep thinking, after decades? Why was this man (among others) able to operate this way, over and over?
Of course I know why, and therefore appreciated Sarah Polley's New York Times essay, "The Men You Meet Making Movies". She calls Weinstein "just one festering pustule in a diseased industry", and also says, "...while I've met quite a few humane, kind, sensitive male directors and producers...sadly they are the exception and not the rule."
I was harassed recently, at, of all places, my brother's wake. Late in the evening, I was talking to Phil, a longtime family friend; his wife, Peggy, stood several paces away, in conversation with someone else. He admired my long scarf, put his hands on the fabric, and slid one underneath: a definite grope. I froze, absolutely aghast at what had happened. He continued chatting amiably, though I had stopped speaking.
I stepped away, sought a niece, and asked her if he had a reputation for touching women. "Oh, Phil, she said dismissively, "Yeah, when he's drinking." Dismayed by her attitude, I next spoke to my sister-in-law, but did not mention the incident initially; I was going to work up to that.
She told me with deep feeling that Phil, who had made a fortune in real estate investment, had many ideas for marketing their farm, and was going to provide valuable assistance to her agent. Since my brother had died mired in financial problems, she saw Phil's help as a godsend.
In that moment, faced with her need, I could not bring it to her. As Polley says, "In your own time, on your own terms is a notion I cling to, when it comes to talking about experiences of powerlessness."
When I said to a friend, "And in a house full of grieving people!", she replied, "He knew he could get away with it precisely because of the situation. A certain kind of man will take any opportunity, and it really does not matter who the target is."
At a usual party, I would have said, "Stop that!" in stentorian tones. And, so that everyone nearby could hear, "Harvey Weinstein clone, Phil?"
But I only glared and stepped away.
I also thought, It just never ends for women. Some say that those harassed by Weinstein "should just have left the room". In a way, I'my grateful for my experience—less invasive than that of those who encountered Weinstein and certainly Bill Cosby— because I saw with instantaneous clarity what warps the agency we believe we have. The setting, for one, and assumptions about what is appropriate social behaviour.
The main difference between my encounter and a young actor's in Weinstein's suite is that there was no power differential, no promise that going along would bring a role. Phil was, however, as brazenly misogynistic as the creep on the bus who "accidentally" brushes too close. There are levels; none is acceptable.
Caught by surprise, I didn't think about alternatives. Why, I asked myself later, didn't I invite him outside and speak to him out of earshot? Even if he were hostile, he'd be on notice. (Even imagining what I wish I'd done, I would not have involved my family.)
Instead, my thoughts were, I can't do anything now, not with everyone shattered. I can't introduce more pain into this house.
I only hope when he tries it again, somebody takes him on. And I promised myself that I will do the same, because when a woman confronts a harasser, she is very likely acting not only for herself, but for any number of women (and sometimes men) who did not.
Of course I know why, and therefore appreciated Sarah Polley's New York Times essay, "The Men You Meet Making Movies". She calls Weinstein "just one festering pustule in a diseased industry", and also says, "...while I've met quite a few humane, kind, sensitive male directors and producers...sadly they are the exception and not the rule."
I was harassed recently, at, of all places, my brother's wake. Late in the evening, I was talking to Phil, a longtime family friend; his wife, Peggy, stood several paces away, in conversation with someone else. He admired my long scarf, put his hands on the fabric, and slid one underneath: a definite grope. I froze, absolutely aghast at what had happened. He continued chatting amiably, though I had stopped speaking.
I stepped away, sought a niece, and asked her if he had a reputation for touching women. "Oh, Phil, she said dismissively, "Yeah, when he's drinking." Dismayed by her attitude, I next spoke to my sister-in-law, but did not mention the incident initially; I was going to work up to that.
She told me with deep feeling that Phil, who had made a fortune in real estate investment, had many ideas for marketing their farm, and was going to provide valuable assistance to her agent. Since my brother had died mired in financial problems, she saw Phil's help as a godsend.
In that moment, faced with her need, I could not bring it to her. As Polley says, "In your own time, on your own terms is a notion I cling to, when it comes to talking about experiences of powerlessness."
When I said to a friend, "And in a house full of grieving people!", she replied, "He knew he could get away with it precisely because of the situation. A certain kind of man will take any opportunity, and it really does not matter who the target is."
At a usual party, I would have said, "Stop that!" in stentorian tones. And, so that everyone nearby could hear, "Harvey Weinstein clone, Phil?"
But I only glared and stepped away.
I also thought, It just never ends for women. Some say that those harassed by Weinstein "should just have left the room". In a way, I'my grateful for my experience—less invasive than that of those who encountered Weinstein and certainly Bill Cosby— because I saw with instantaneous clarity what warps the agency we believe we have. The setting, for one, and assumptions about what is appropriate social behaviour.
The main difference between my encounter and a young actor's in Weinstein's suite is that there was no power differential, no promise that going along would bring a role. Phil was, however, as brazenly misogynistic as the creep on the bus who "accidentally" brushes too close. There are levels; none is acceptable.
Caught by surprise, I didn't think about alternatives. Why, I asked myself later, didn't I invite him outside and speak to him out of earshot? Even if he were hostile, he'd be on notice. (Even imagining what I wish I'd done, I would not have involved my family.)
Instead, my thoughts were, I can't do anything now, not with everyone shattered. I can't introduce more pain into this house.
I only hope when he tries it again, somebody takes him on. And I promised myself that I will do the same, because when a woman confronts a harasser, she is very likely acting not only for herself, but for any number of women (and sometimes men) who did not.
Comments
I do not view sharing personal details in the press as requisite for holding feminist values. And yes, there is hypocrisy. (Polley's article addresses that.)
There will always be professional honours conferred on persons whose personal behaviour is reprehensible, and not just in the arts. Here in Québec, a much-lauded director's name was removed from a film award and at least eight streets and parks that had been named in his honour when a book revealed his history of pedophilia: Claude Jutra. Colleagues said it was"common knowledge in the industry."
Finally, Weinstein's physical attributes are irrelevant. It doesn't matter whether the man is ugly or handsome, abuse is abuse.
I'm glad you weren't permanently scarred by this, and that (as is so typical of your generosity) you've used this as an opportunity for the conversation to continue.
hugs,
Janice
I'm sorry that you encountered this poor behaviour at a memorial for your brother. Thank you for writing about a topic which has personal relevance to all women not just those in the film industry.
Yes, this kind of abuse often occurs in unlikely circumstances and women are too surprised and embarrassed to speak up.
Like the time I was visiting my father in his retirement home and that his habitual table companion met me at the salad table to inform me that it was his birthday. As I advanced to shake his hand and wish him well, he grabbed my breast. The man was eighty years old if a day ! I was shocked speechless and I just returned to my father keeping my indignation to myself. I did not want to ruin his day. Later, a lady who saw the scene told me to stay clear of the man as it was a habitual behaviour. Too late........
I was also groped by a woman in a depanneur once ! I was eighteen and innocent but very quickly realized what had happened (and kept silent as she exited the store).
I hope that this sad story of W.'s exposure and condemnation will serve as a waking call to others to stop their behaviour but understand that there are many "enablers" involved in habitual abuse of those hi-level power-trippers who think that they can do everything they want with their victims, get help doing it and get away with it.
You could send him an email (put it all in writing) and copy his wife. Also, telling your sister-in-law would be an act of love because it helps to protect her.
Thanks for sharing your writing, I enjoy your blog.
Glares are good--I've given a couple of them over the years--but "This hand on my bottom" wins the prize. Perfection!
The bus thing reminded me of a particular bus route in Rome which was infamous both for pickpockets and for gropers. A guy actually rubbed his crotch against my bum. Yecch.
Here we remember Jian Ghomeshi (yes, that one was cute, but just as disgusting a pig as Weinstein) and the journalists Antonia Zerbisias and Sue Montgomery who started Raped not reported. Sadly, macho jerks are still harassing Montgomery, who is running for the mayoralty of the borough/arrondissement of CDN-NDG in central western Montréal. There were many graffiti in that neighbourhood labelling her a "slut" and evocative of sex acts.
Something very similar happened to a friend of mine -- she was groped by a friend. She continued to see him socially, he continued to grope, she asked him to stop, he didn't . . . but she continued to see him (and his wife) with her husband. It confused many of us, who had difficulty in understanding why she just didn't end the "friendship".
But I might be missing something . . .
Kamchik: Yes, my niece should not cut anyone slack because they are drinking. At some point I will discuss this with her directly (we live very far apart) but first I want her in a little better shape. She has a lot to deal with.
FranciNewcomb: Thanks, it seemed what with the Weinstein case important to me to write this. And also, women my age may think they are "too old to be bothered by a creep"- but we are not.
I wrote about endemic harassment, abuse, and the #MeToo phenomenon on my blog. Like many other women, it's been painful to revisit these experiences from the past, but I'm deeply touched and also encouraged by what so many women have been sharing, and their willingness to speak out. It's our only hope to end this behavior.
I still haven't figured this out.