I Believe Moses Farrow. I Believe Woody Allen. And I Believe Mia Farrow Abused Her Kids.

Have you guys read Moses Farrow’s story that he posted the other night?

Holy crap.

I believe every single word of it. I sent it to Daisy after I read it, and then she read it, and her reaction was the same as mine. She believed every single word of it.

If you haven’t read the post in its entirety, I encourage you to do so, because in my view, given the timeline and the details Moses provides, there is no question that Dylan was coached and manipulated by her mother, and that Woody, although he’s a complete skeeve, is not a child molester.

Let’s first consider the timeline. In late 1991, Mia Farrow filed an affidavit to request that Woody Allen be allowed to adopt two of her children, Dylan and Moses Farrow. The affidavit affirmed that Woody Allen was a fantastic father. She wanted nothing more than to have him be the legal adoptive father of Dylan and Moses. She provided a glowing recommendation about his fathering skills. The adoption was official that same December.

A few months later, Mia Farrow discovered that Woody Allen was in a relationship with her adopted daughter Soon-Yi (who he is now married to). It should be noted that Soon-Yi was in no way related to Woody Allen – she was not his step-daughter, she was not his adopted daughter, she was not his real daughter, and she was not underage. She was the adopted daughter of the woman with whom Woody Allen was in a serious relationship. That makes him a skeeve – ABSOLUTELY. But it doesn’t make him a child molester.

And consider this. Why would Mia Farrow write a glowing recommendation about Woody Allen to the courts, and then turn around a few months later and accuse him of sexually assaulting the daughter she recommended he adopt?

Let’s hold that thought for now.

Once Mia discovered Woody’s relationship with Soon-Yi, she naturally flipped the freak out. And she immediately sued for full custody of Dylan, Moses, and Satchel (now known as Ronan), who is the only biological child of Woody’s and Mia’s (and there are rumors/questions about that, given how much Ronan looks like Frank Sinatra, one of Mia’s exes.) During this contentious custody battle, Woody was permitted visitation with the kids at Mia’s house. At this point, Moses was 14, Dylan was 7, and Satchel/Ronan was 4. Moses was considered the “man of the house” at that point, and was given strict instructions by Mia to ensure that Woody was watched like a hawk during his visits.

Here’s how Moses describes the day that Mia and Dylan insist Woody abused Dylan:

Strangers on Twitter pose me this question all the time: “You weren’t there to witness the assault, so how do you know it didn’t happen?” But how could anyone witness an assault if it never happened?

As the “man of the house” that day, I had promised to keep an eye out for any trouble, and I was doing just that. I remember where Woody sat in the TV room, and I can picture where Dylan and Satchel were. Not that everybody stayed glued to the same spot, but I deliberately made sure to note everyone’s coming and going. I do remember that Woody would leave the room on occasion, but never with Dylan. He would wander into another room to make a phone call, read the paper, use the bathroom, or step outside to get some air and walk around the large pond on the property.

Along with five kids, there were three adults in the house, all of whom had been told for months what a monster Woody was. None of us would have allowed Dylan to step away with Woody, even if he tried. Casey’s nanny, Alison, would later claim that she walked into the TV room and saw Woody kneeling on the floor with his head in Dylan’s lap on the couch. Really? With all of us in there? And if she had witnessed that, why wouldn’t she have said something immediately to our nanny Kristi? (I also remember some discussion of this act perhaps taking place on the staircase that led to Mia’s room. Again, this would have been in full view of anyone who entered the living room, assuming Woody managed to walk off with Dylan in the first place.) The narrative had to be changed since the only place for anyone to commit an act of depravity in private would have been in a small crawl space off my mother’s upstairs bedroom. By default, the attic became the scene of the alleged assault.

In her widely-circulated 2014 open letter in The New York Times, the adult Dylan suddenly seemed to remember every moment of the alleged assault, writing, “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.”

It’s a precise and compelling narrative, but there’s a major problem: there was no electric train set in that attic. There was, in fact, no way for kids to play up there, even if we had wanted to. It was an unfinished crawl space, under a steeply-angled gabled roof, with exposed nails and floorboards, billows of fiberglass insulation, filled with mousetraps and droppings and stinking of mothballs, and crammed with trunks full of hand-me-down clothes and my mother’s old wardrobes.

The idea that the space could possibly have accommodated a functioning electric train set, circling around the attic, is ridiculous. One of my brothers did have an elaborate model train set, but it was set up in the boys’ room, a converted garage on the first floor. (Maybe that was the train set my sister thinks she remembers?) Now, whenever I hear Dylan making a public statement about what allegedly happened to her that day when she was barely seven, I can only think of that imaginary train set, which she never brought up during the original investigation or custody hearing. Did somebody suggest to the adult Dylan that such a specific detail would make her story more credible? Or does she really believe she remembers this train “circling around the attic” the same way she says she remembers Woody’s whispered promises of trips to Paris and movie stardom (kind of odd enticements to offer a 7-year-old, rather than a new toy or a doll)? And all this apparently took place while those of us who promised to have our eyes trained on Woody were downstairs, seemingly oblivious to what was happening right above our heads?

Eventually, my mother returned with Casey and her newest adoptees, Tam and baby Isaiah. There were no complaints by the nannies, and nothing odd about Dylan’s behavior. In fact, Woody and Mia went out to dinner that night. After dinner, they returned to Frog Hollow and Woody stayed over in a downstairs bedroom – with, apparently, no abnormal behavior by Dylan, and no negative reports from any of the grown-ups.

You also need to watch Woody Allen’s interview with 60 minutes as this custody battle raged on. Just look at the “Valentine” that Mia gave him. *shudder* The woman is batsh*t.

Is Woody Allen squirrely and weird and skeevey? YES. 100% and emphatically YES. But that doesn’t make him a child molester.

Let’s also consider the horrific allegations Moses levies against Mia (emphasis mine).

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.) My uncle Patrick and his family would often come by, but those visits could end abruptly as Mia and Patrick would often wind up arguing. Patrick would commit suicide in 2009.

My mother, of course, had her own darkness. She married 50-year-old Frank Sinatra when she was only 21. After they divorced, she moved in to live with her close friend Dory Previn and her husband André. When my mother became pregnant by André, the Previns’ marriage broke up, leading to Dory’s institutionalization. It was never spoken of in our home, of course, and not even known to me until a few years ago. But, as I look at it – as a licensed therapist as well as an eyewitness – it’s easy to see the seeds of dysfunction that would flourish within our own home.

It was important to my mother to project to the world a picture of a happy blended household of both biological and adopted children, but this was far from the truth. I’m sure my mother had good intentions in adopting children with disabilities from the direst of circumstances, but the reality inside our walls was very different. It pains me to recall instances in which I witnessed siblings, some blind or physically disabled, dragged down a flight of stairs to be thrown into a bedroom or a closet, then having the door locked from the outside. She even shut my brother Thaddeus, paraplegic from polio, in an outdoor shed overnight as punishment for a minor transgression.

Soon-Yi was her most frequent scapegoat. My sister had an independent streak and, of all of us, was the least intimidated by Mia. When pushed, she would call our mother out on her behavior and ugly arguments would ensue. When Soon-Yi was young, Mia once threw a large porcelain centerpiece at her head. Luckily it missed, but the shattered pieces hit her legs. Years later, Mia beat her with a telephone receiver. Soon-Yi’s made it clear that her desire was simply to be left alone, which increasingly became the case. Even if her relationship with Woody was unconventional, it allowed her to escape. Others weren’t so lucky.

Most media sources claim my sister Tam died of “heart failure” at the age of 21. In fact, Tam struggled with depression for much of her life, a situation exacerbated by my mother refusing to get her help, insisting that Tam was just “moody.” One afternoon in 2000, after one final fight with Mia, which ended with my mother leaving the house, Tam committed suicide by overdosing on pills. My mother would tell others that the drug overdose was accidental, saying that Tam, who was blind, didn’t know which pills she was taking. But Tam had both an ironclad memory and sense of spatial recognition. And, of course, blindness didn’t impair her ability to count.

The details of Tam’s overdose and the fight with Mia that precipitated it were relayed directly to me by my brother Thaddeus, a first-hand witness. Tragically, he is no longer able to confirm this account. Just two years ago, Thaddeus also committed suicide by shooting himself in his car, less than 10 minutes from my mother’s house.

My sister Lark was another fatality. She wound up on a path of self-destruction, struggled with addiction, and eventually died in poverty from AIDS-related causes in 2008 at age 35.

I don’t know about y’all, but when two children of Mia’s commit suicide, and a third dies from addiction, and her brother who she often fought with commits suicide, you have to wonder about the common denominator.

Moses describes the systematic coaching he witnessed Mia doing with Satchel/Ronan and Dylan, and describes the same thing happening to him. Moses is now a 40 year old psychotherapist.

I believe him. I also believe that Dylan has been conditioned to “remember” events in a way that is not accurate, and that this conditioning happened at the hands of her mother.

Dylan responded to Moses’ post with this statement.

All I have to say with regard to the latest regarding my brother. pic.twitter.com/8WVAXOMKZV

— Dylan Farrow (@RealDylanFarrow) May 23, 2018

Satchel/Ronan responded too:

All I’m going to say about efforts to deflect from my sister‘s allegations: pic.twitter.com/IRrj5fzMqV

— Ronan Farrow (@RonanFarrow) May 24, 2018

#ibelievemoses

Discuss.