My mother insisted that we remove both of them from our lives, and we had no choice but to accept.
Even people who doubt Dylan’s claims of assault, often cling to Woody’s relationship with Soon-Yi as justification for their skepticism about him.
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. She married 50-year-old Frank Sinatra when she was only 21.
I’m a very private person and not at all interested in public attention.But, given the incredibly inaccurate and misleading attacks on my father, Woody Allen, I feel that I can no longer stay silent as he continues to be condemned for a crime he did not commit.I was 14 at the time, and home that day with my little sister Dylan, who had just turned seven, my four-year-old brother Satchel (who now goes by the name Ronan) and Casey’s three kids.We were being supervised by our nanny, Kristi, as well as Casey’s nanny, Alison, and our French tutor, Sophie. There was another grown-up in the TV room that day, sitting on the floor, watching “Who Framed Roger Rabbit? On the surface, it was not unlike his previous visits to our country home.I was thrilled when Woody officially became my father, since he had already taken on that role in my life. As the years went by, Satchel, Dylan and I were frequent visitors to his movie sets and his editing room.
In the evenings, he’d come over to Mia’s apartment and spend time with us.
August 4, 1992 was a warm, sunny day in Bridgewater, Connecticut, but in our family’s country home, Frog Hollow, there was a chill in the air.
My mother, Mia Farrow, was out shopping with her close friend since childhood, Casey Pascal.
I had also learned repeatedly that to go against her wishes would bring horrible repercussions. Even though Woody and Mia never married – and he never lived with us or even stayed the night at our apartment in the city – he would often come over around in the morning, bringing two newspapers and a bunch of muffins.
I would wake up before the others, and so he and I would sit at the kitchen table together for breakfast.
He’d make her a couple of slices of toast with cinnamon or honey and be there as she ate her breakfast. My older siblings were all either biological or adopted children of Mia and her ex-husband André Previn. Two years later she and Woody had their only biological child, Satchel.