It’s a wrap for Weinstein, but the Hollywood rape factory’s still open
Will the depraved parasite be the blood sacrifice that enables the abuse to go on in smaller ways?
Last night, I watched the speech Gwyneth Paltrow made when she won an Academy Award for Shakespeare in Love. When she thanked her producer, Harvey Weinstein, her throat contracted. She looked scared.
Years before, he had invited her to massage him in a suite. She “excused herself, ‘but not so he would feel he had done something wrong’,” she told the journalists Jodi Kantor and Megan Twohey, who broke the story of Weinstein's crimes in The New York Times and have since written She Said, the story of the exposé.
Paltrow told her family, her friends, her agent and her boyfriend at the time, Brad Pitt, who told Weinstein “to keep his hands to himself”. Otherwise, nothing...