40 Years Ago Today ….. And Here We Sit

It began with a phone call from a friend, a photo assignment for Vogues Hommes to photograph various young women for the magazine. What resulted was a forty-year smear campaign against Roman Polanski that has not abated. Today is the anniversary of that ill-fated meeting between Polanski and Samantha Geimer, the young woman at the heart of this pursuit for Polanski’s blood. There is the notion that it was “all Polanski’s fault” for not stopping when Geimer kept saying she said, “No”, but with her chronic memory lapses as to what actually happened, and her dogged campaign to get Polanski cleared of the charges, it’s still a little difficult to take her seriously. Given how many trees have been killed to write copy defaming Roman Polanski, and the amount of byts and kilobyts to continue the smear, one has to wonder when and if the press will finally step up and answer to their part in all of this. When you consider the way they’ve sat back on the charges from Jane Doe 43 who leveled charges of child rape at Donald Trump in the days before the 2016 American Election, I don’t see any time soon where they will actually apologize to Roman Polanski for all the disgusting things they’ve said about him. Not to mention all the talk-show pundits who have continued the smearing solely for ratings. But then when you do look at the ones who have stepped up to the plate, including The View’s Whoopie Goldberg who said it wasn’t “rape rape” and the amount of shit thrown at her for even considering it wasn’t real rape, it’s a wonder anyone would be willing to step up…. but they must. Considering the way they’ve stepped up to defend themselves against the “fake news” rhetoric spewing from The White House of late, they now know what it’s like to be on the shit end of the stick. It would be nice if they returned the favour and began their contrition for calling Roman Polanski every single name in the book, those things that three psychiatrists shot down when they interviewed Polanski at Chino State Prison. So forty-years later we’re still sitting here waiting for the day when Roman Polanski can finally jump on a plane and go anywhere he pleases without fear of being rearrested as he was in Switzerland in 2009. Now some would say, “Well it was his fault, if he didn’t rape that child….” The point is, no rape occurred and nothing was harmed, certainly not a child. Polanski committed at best a morals crime, but hardly enough to have warranted the shit storm Judge Laurence Rittenband conjured when he reneged twice on the plea deal that should have ended this case forty-years ago.

Who is to blame for this travesty of justice? Some would point to Polanski whose moral turpitude brought all of this on. However, we still have to look back on the incidents that preceded these events. Those ones that happened back in August of 1969, and beyond. Those events of the cold blooded murder of Sharon Tate, Roman’s eight-and-a-half-month pregnant wife at the hands of the Manson clan eight years before. Upon his return to the United States after the bodies of Sharon, Jay Sebring, Voytek Frykowski and Abigail Folger were found stabbed, beaten and shot in the house and on the grounds of the Cielo Drive rented ranch house, Roman called into question the motives and the words of the press who wrote reams of copy on how the victims brought it on themselves. In his press conference, Polanski shamed them for stating what they did about Sharon, and calling the Cielo Drive home an orgy house. He invited them to come and see, see the blood, the baby books, the baby clothes, the newly painted nursery…. Everything that flew in the face of what they were saying about these people and why they were murdered. I mean baby books and baby clothes, bassinet and bottle warmers sure weren’t signs of Satanic rituals, Sex Magick rites, and drug parties. That certainly didn’t show that these four victims were bringing it on through sitting around a pool, taking photos, listening to music, going out for a late dinner at El Coyote now did it? Yet by connection what happened to Roman in 1977 had a direct correlation back to that press conference. They were shamed, therefore they would shame back, making up all kinds of scenarios to class Polanski as this evil dwarf who is out to rape any young girl or baby. Better lock up your girls world, Roman Polanski is out there….

There is still no desire on any of the media to go and look at the actual evidence in this case, you know, the lack of toxicology showing level of intoxication of the girl who’d been taking drugs since she was eight, the lack of fluids where in her oh so damning Grand Jury hearing where she claimed he performed “cuddliness” on her against her will, and the dry humping double sodomy that produces no evidence of assault. That Grand Jury hearing that The Smoking Gun and others like to point out to show what kind of deviant Polanski is. What I’d like to know is, where in that hearing does she say he raped her? She never uses the word. Ever. Never has, with the exception of the statutory part of the offense, though Polanski was charged with the lesser offense of Unlawful Sexual Intercourse With a Minor that is included in 261.5, not the statutory rape part of the charge in 261. Yet he is sill called a “child rapist”. More character assassination. Seems though a woman can lie about rape, but a guy who admits to “grabbing women’s pussies” becomes President of the United States, even though there was an underage rape case being files from Jane Doe 43 who wanted her day in court against Donald J. Trump, but Samantha Geimer has been screaming from the treetops to end this case. You know, the one that never was. But hey, whats one rape for another non rape, right? Just so long as one can chew gratuitously on the naughty bits.

Samantha Geimer has made a cottage industry for herself in the last twenty years since she “came out” as Polanski’s “victim”. She’s been able to carry on a career, despite the fact that at whatever point along that curve she either doesn’t want to be known as that, or does. I can’t keep it straight sometimes. She likes to receive emails and letters from him. Nice that. I didn’t want anything from my rapist, only his very painful death either at his own hand, or fate. I never cared which. Only that I read his obit one day. Samantha Geimer knows that when Polanski goes to the Great Beyond, she’ll be mentioned in his obit. The glorious director’s film career reduced to being a notch on Geimer’s bedpost. And again the press will not call her out on her lies. No, they’d rather have the salacious bits to chew on. The child rape, the drugging, the sodomy, the pedophilia. All those nice sound bites that make a great newscast gain ratings. Yet nothing is farther from the truth.

I’m still angry at Marina Zenovich, director and producer of the 2008 documentary Roman Polanski: Wanted & Desired and Roman Polanski: Odd Man Out that she never once brought up the lack of evidence in either of her documentaries. Was she so enamoured of getting Geimer’s participation she felt to include the lack of forensics would make her seem less valid? Ask that of Making a Murderer filmmakers Moira Demos and Laura Ricciardi who took ten years to bring the wrongful convictions of Steven Avery and Brendan Dassey to the world-wide audience, exposing the lack of evidence in their cases. They brought to the world the conclusive proof that neither Dassey or Avery could have killed Teresa Halbach because like Polanski, evidence did not add up. So the world has banded together to celebrate Dassey and Avery as the innocents they are, yet Roman Polanski still remains a convicted rapist, hence the inequities of truth. Unlike the masses of Youtube videos and websites dedicated to Dassey and Avery, there’s only a handful of us who have dared to take on the truth of the case against Roman Polanski and to bring those lies out of the shadows to the light. Where there’s no blood to speak of in the rape and murder of Teresa Halbach, there is equally no blood, semen, saliva and whatnot in the assault on Samantha Geimer. But there is no one like Kathleen Zellner who is willing to take on the case, crack open that evidence and reveal the truth.

So forty-years after the events of March 10, 1977 we’re still grappling with the State of California V. Roman Raimund Polanski and the decision from one starfucking judge who refused to accept the plea agreement that could have ended this back in February 1978. The time where Roman Polanski didn’t have to make that fateful decision to leave the State of California, and the United States to flee to his home country of France where he must watch which countries he goes to lest they have an extradition treaty with the United States. There’s the rub there, those uniformed asshats who say he “is in exile in France”…. Um, France is his place of birth. Can’t be “in exile” in the country where you were born. If so, then I guess I’m in “exile” in Canada. Some would say that “if he’d just come back home and serve his time….” Point is I’m beyond understanding their rank stupidity. The United States was never his home. It stopped being that as of October 1969 when Polanski left to for Italy after the capture of the Manson family for the murders of Sharon and the rest. As for serving his time, according to Deputy District Attorney Roger Gunson, the original prosecutor in the case and a man without guile or an angle in the case, Roman Polanski served his time. The 42 days at Chino State Prison for Men that was to be all the sentence he was to receive, that Judge Laurence Rittenband agreed to … TWICE. What more can the State of California let alone the United States of America want from Roman Polanski? Certainly it couldn’t be the perp walk replete with the leg irons and chains on an eighty-three year old film director? A man who has two children and a wife and friends who when they stand up for the man they know, they’re frequently called “pedophiles” or “pedo supporters”, not quite unlike those of us who support Polanski and the inequities of the legal system that did not protect him in the same way it protected Geimer. You know, those other six or eight men she admitted to having had sex with. Those ones who were not charged under the same legal system that keeps pursuing Polanski to this day. Ah, the insanity of it all.

On this day, the anniversary of the fast fuck heard around the world, I’d like to say this: Roman Polanski is by and large an innocent man. As innocent as those other men who’d had sex with Geimer. Todd, the two Steves, the father of her eldest son, Bob, the boyfriend of her mother. That’s five. Five men who got away with it where Polanski was held to a different standard. The only thing Roman Polanski was guilty of in my eyes, was having sex with the wrong person. Someone who couldn’t keep her mouth shut and just have that knowledge that she’d had sex with a well-known director. Now no one need say that another girl likely would have been more traumatized. The point here is that had this been another “girl”, Roman Polanski wouldn’t have had any interest. Samantha Geimer was unlike any other “girl” back then. She was ready and willing and on more than one occasion, able. She loved having sex, she told us that in her book. Loved exploring her own body and allowing for her own independence to the point of not listening to either parent when it came to that autonomy. But then I’d kill to have a conversation with Sean Kinney, the photographer who shot that very infamous “schoolgirl with the books looking slyly over her shoulder” the previous December. Where is he and what would he have to say about the Gailey/Geimer tag team? What stories would he be able to tell if he could? I’d kill to find him and mine his noodle. But he’s not been seen or heard from, and is only known from the credit on the photo that had been printed in the many periodicals lo these many forty years. Where was the interview with him Ms Zenovich? Moira Demos and Laura Ricciardi did their due diligence in their docu-series, why couldn’t you have done yours to end this cloud of disgusting name-calling that hangs over Roman Polanski and his reputation.

Forty years later and Roman Polanski is no closer to being free of this albatross because as of February 24, 2017 a day when his case was to be heard by a new judge, it has again been put on indefinite hold. Will it be another forty years before Roman Polanski is finally cleared? I hope not. Forty years as it has been is more than enough, and as an online friend of mine keeps saying, I hope Judge Laurence Rittenband is in hell, burning for all eternity for what he did to Roman Polanski. And what he did was renege TWICE on a plea bargain that would have ended this back in 1977. And before anyone says that it’s well within a judge’s right to refuse a plea deal, you’re right in certain circumstances. Those cases where a plea deal in which a serial murderer Dennis Rader also known as the BTK (Bind Torture Kill) received life in prison in lieu of the death penalty for telling all he knew about his crimes and the whereabouts of all of his victims. In that case the Judge Greg Walker agreed that the information Rader had was more important than imposing the death penalty for the murder of ten human beings. The same thing was done in the case of the Canadian “Ken and Barbie Killers” where Karla Homolka, wife of Paul Bernardo, was given a sweetheart deal of twelve years for the murders of teens Kristen French, Leslie Mahaffey and her own sister Tammy Homolka in exchange for her testimony against Bernardo. A deal that included the codicil that if it was found out she participated in the crimes beyond what she testified to, she might face further penalty. When VHS tapes turned up showing that Homolka had indeed taken part in the crimes and did so of her own accord, the deal was re-examined by the Provincial and Governmental authorities as to whether Homolka violated the terms of that deal. It was decided that while she did violate it, to have rescinded that plea deal, would have undone the case against Bernardo, but also undone most of the plea deals struck by prosecutors all over Canada. So when those people say that Judge Rittenband had the right to impose more of a sentence on Polanski than the 42 days or even the 48 days often bandied about when discussing this case, they clearly don’t understand the application of the plea deal as a ways and means of seeking justice in a court-of-law. While the judge does have that discretion, that discretion is often times not employed when seeking to close cases, and it is in that vein that what Rittenband did was not only wrong, but criminal in and of itself. The plea agreement is not an arbitrary thing, it is part of the bulwark of the judicial system. Polanski wasn’t treated special. In fact, he was treated abysmally by the same justice system that jerked over the seven accused in the McMartin Pre-School case.

What’s left now? Nothing. Until this new judge sees fit to allow Polanski’s lawyers to unseal Roger Gunson’s 2010 deposition and accept his word that Roman Polanski has served all the sentence that was agreed to by Rittenband, we’re in a holding pattern. Roman Polanski is in a holding pattern…. At 83-years-of-age, and his want to be able to visit his daughter Morgane where she is attending school in London, and if the reports are true that Polanski wishes to come back to the United States to go to Sharon Tate’s grave before he dies, then I have little hope that he will be able to do this. That is the real travesty here.

And here we are forty years later……

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