OK. Iím going to spend a few words on the Roman Polanski case.
Briefly, in case you havenít followed the story, Mr. Polanski is a filmmaker whoís made such movies as "Rosemaryís Baby," "Chinatown," and "The Pianist" (for which he won an Academy Award).
What this means is that heís pretty good at his trade.
And, if that was that the limit of his visibility on my radar, Iíd just move on to the sports section to see how my beloved New Orleans Saints were doing and all would be right in my world.
But thatís not the case.
You see, back in 1977, the then 44-year-old Mr. Polanski got himself arrested for having raped and sodomized a 13-year-old girl to whom heíd fed booze and drugs.
Which means heís not anyone Iíd want anywhere near my daughter or granddaughter - no matter how good his films might be.
Anyway, he was originally charged with the crimes noted but, in an agreement with authorities, later pled guilty to unlawful intercourse.
Apparently, part of the agreement included the provision that his jail time would end with the 42 days heíd served while being psychiatrically evaluated and that heíd be on probation for a year thereafter. This all fell through, though, when he found out that the judge was likely to ignore the agreement and throw him in jail for several years.
He then hightailed it to France and has been living and working there ever since - leaving the scales of justice completely out of balance.
But a good thing finally happened. For whatever reason, he was recently arrested in Switzerland and he now faces extradition to the United States.
More details regarding all of this - including a pretty graphic summary of the crime - can be found via a quick search on the Internet.
Iím not a lawyer, so Iím not going debate all of the nuances of the laws he broke, the deal he struck, the sentencing he faced, who the judge was, what that judge or the prosecutor did, or what will be the outcome of all of the maneuvering (political and otherwise) that will surely occur between the United States, France and Switzerland.
What I do know is that I am a dad and a granddad who wears both titles proudly and understands the dangers young women face in the world we live in.
Further, I really donít have a whit of sympathy for men (they donít deserve the title) who hurt or abuse young women...or, for that matter, anyone. That they should know better is a given. That they do it is obscene. That they should be (harshly) punished is a given.
So, for what itís worth, hereís what I think about the Polanski situation.
Get his sorry butt back here and put him through the legal wringer. I donít know what the outcome would be, but Iíd pray for a settling of accounts.
You see, what Mr. Polanski did was (in the truest sense of the word) wrong. Legally, morally, and inexcusably wrong. Further, if the word ďpervertedĒ doesnít fit here, it doesnít fit anywhere.
It doesnít matter that he makes movies. It doesnít matter that heís ducked judgment for all these years. It doesnít matter that many Hollywood types are aghast at whatís happening (see Whoopi Goldbergís blitherings: ďIt wasnít rape rapeĒ - whatever the heck thatís supposed to mean).
What matters is that he might finally pay an appropriate price for what he did - and holing up in France for all of these years doesnít even begin to fit the definition of the word ďprice.Ē
I have some opinions as regards what should happen to 44-year-old men who do things like this to 13-year-old girls. Most arenít publishable, so letís just say that, should Mr. Polanski ever face a jury, he should pray that there arenít any individuals like me on that jury.
Finally, I think that Mr. Polanski should thank his lucky stars that heís never bumped into a father whoíd give a pound of flesh to be left alone in a room with him for five minutes had he ever done anything similar to that fatherís daughter.
Yep, Iíd likely be looked down upon by Mr. Polanskiís defenders as nothing more than a knuckle-dragging Neanderthal.
And you know what? You can bet that thatís something Iíd be distinctly proud of.