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When I was 12 years old, while filming “True Lies”, I was sexually molested by Joel Kramer, one of Hollywood’s leading stunt coordinators.
Ever since, I have struggled with how and when to disclose this, if ever. At the time, I shared what happened to me with my parents, two adult friends and one of my older brothers. No one seemed ready to confront this taboo subject then, nor was I.
I am grateful to the women and men who have gone before me in recent months. The ever-growing list of sexual abuse and harassment victims who have spoken out with their truths have finally given me the ability to speak out. It has been indescribably exhausting, bottling this up inside me for all of these years.
I remember, so clearly 25 years later, how Joel Kramer made me feel special, how he methodically built my and my parents’ trust, for months grooming me; exactly how he lured me to his Miami hotel room with a promise to my parent that he would take me for a swim at the stunt crew’s hotel pool and for my first sushi meal thereafter. I remember vividly how he methodically drew the shades and turned down the lights; how he cranked up the air-conditioning to what felt like freezing levels, where exactly he placed me on one of the two hotel room beds, what movie he put on the television (Coneheads); how he disappeared in the bathroom and emerged, naked, bearing nothing but a small hand towel held flimsy at his mid-section. I remember what I was wearing (my favorite white denim shorts, thankfully, secured enough for me to keep on). I remember how he laid me down on the bed, wrapped me with his gigantic writhing body, and rubbed all over me. He spoke these words: “You’re not going to sleep on me now sweetie, stop pretending you’re sleeping,” as he rubbed harder and faster against my catatonic body. When he was ‘finished’, he suggested, “I think we should be careful…,” [about telling anyone] he meant. I was 12, he was 36.
I remember how afterwards, the taxi driver stared at me in the rear view mirror when Joel Kramer put me on his lap in the backseat and clutched me and grew aroused again; and how my eyes never left the driver’s eyes during that long ride over a Miami bridge, back to my hotel and parent. I remember how Joel Kramer grew cold with me in the ensuing weeks, how everything felt different on the set.
And I remember how soon-after, when my tough adult female friend (in whom I had confided my terrible secret on the condition of a trade that she let me drive her car around the Hollywood Hills) came out to the set to visit and face him, later that very same day, by no small coincidence, I was injured from a stunt-gone-wrong on the Harrier jet. With broken ribs, I spent the evening in the hospital. To be clear, over the course of those months rehearsing and filming True Lies, it was Joel Kramer who was responsible for my safety on a film that at the time broke new ground for action films. On a daily basis he rigged wires and harnesses on my 12 year old body. My life was literally in his hands: he hung me in the open air, from a tower crane, atop an office tower, 25+ stories high. Whereas he was supposed to be my protector, he was my abuser.

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Why speak out now? I was 12, he was 36. It is incomprehensible. Why didn’t an adult on the set find his predatory advances strange — that over-the-top special attention he gave me. Fairly early on he nicknamed me “Jailbait” and brazenly called me by this name in a sick flirty way in front of others (at the time, I remember asking one of my older brothers what it meant). Sure, I’ve come to understand the terrible power dynamics that play into whistle-blowing by “subordinates” against persons in power, how difficult it can be for someone to speak up. But I was a child. Over the years I’ve really struggled as I’ve wondered how my life might have been different if someone, any one grown-up who witnessed his sick ways, had spoken up before he lured me to that hotel room.
Years ago, I had heard second hand that Joel Kramer was “found out” and forced to leave the business. I learned recently that in fact he still works at the top of the industry. And a few weeks ago, I found an internet photo of Joel Kramer hugging a young girl. That image has haunted me near nonstop since. I can no longer hide what happened.
Hollywood has been very good to me in many ways. Nevertheless, Hollywood also failed to protect me, a child actress. I like to think of myself as a tough Boston chick, in many ways I suppose not unlike Faith, Missy, or Echo. Through the years, brave fans have regularly shared with me how some of my characters have given them the conviction to stand up to their abusers. Now it is you who give me strength and conviction. I hope that speaking out will help other victims and protect against future abuse.
With every person that speaks out, every banner that drops down onto my iphone screen disclosing similar stories/truths, my resolve strengthens. Sharing these words, finally calling my abuser out publicly by name, brings the start of a new calm.
Eliza Dushku

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Originally posted by JAYNEZTOWN:
Weinstein, Weiner, Spacey, Polanski stuff continues


True Lies 1994

An Action hero James Bond style fearless, globe-trotting, terrorist-battling secret agent...Arnie.... has his life turned upside down when he discovers his wife might be having an affair with a used car salesman while terrorists smuggle nuclear war heads into the United States...

Director: James Cameron

Stared Arnold Schwarzenegger, Jamie Lee Curtis, Bill Paxton, Tia Carrere,
Eliza Dushku, Tom Arnold...


Her post


https://www.facebook.com/OfficialElizaDushku/posts/1769957739689557

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When I was 12 years old, while filming “True Lies”, I was sexually molested by Joel Kramer, one of Hollywood’s leading stunt coordinators.
Ever since, I have struggled with how and when to disclose this, if ever. At the time, I shared what happened to me with my parents, two adult friends and one of my older brothers. No one seemed ready to confront this taboo subject then, nor was I.
I am grateful to the women and men who have gone before me in recent months. The ever-growing list of sexual abuse and harassment victims who have spoken out with their truths have finally given me the ability to speak out. It has been indescribably exhausting, bottling this up inside me for all of these years.
I remember, so clearly 25 years later, how Joel Kramer made me feel special, how he methodically built my and my parents’ trust, for months grooming me; exactly how he lured me to his Miami hotel room with a promise to my parent that he would take me for a swim at the stunt crew’s hotel pool and for my first sushi meal thereafter. I remember vividly how he methodically drew the shades and turned down the lights; how he cranked up the air-conditioning to what felt like freezing levels, where exactly he placed me on one of the two hotel room beds, what movie he put on the television (Coneheads); how he disappeared in the bathroom and emerged, naked, bearing nothing but a small hand towel held flimsy at his mid-section. I remember what I was wearing (my favorite white denim shorts, thankfully, secured enough for me to keep on). I remember how he laid me down on the bed, wrapped me with his gigantic writhing body, and rubbed all over me. He spoke these words: “You’re not going to sleep on me now sweetie, stop pretending you’re sleeping,” as he rubbed harder and faster against my catatonic body. When he was ‘finished’, he suggested, “I think we should be careful…,” [about telling anyone] he meant. I was 12, he was 36.
I remember how afterwards, the taxi driver stared at me in the rear view mirror when Joel Kramer put me on his lap in the backseat and clutched me and grew aroused again; and how my eyes never left the driver’s eyes during that long ride over a Miami bridge, back to my hotel and parent. I remember how Joel Kramer grew cold with me in the ensuing weeks, how everything felt different on the set.
And I remember how soon-after, when my tough adult female friend (in whom I had confided my terrible secret on the condition of a trade that she let me drive her car around the Hollywood Hills) came out to the set to visit and face him, later that very same day, by no small coincidence, I was injured from a stunt-gone-wrong on the Harrier jet. With broken ribs, I spent the evening in the hospital. To be clear, over the course of those months rehearsing and filming True Lies, it was Joel Kramer who was responsible for my safety on a film that at the time broke new ground for action films. On a daily basis he rigged wires and harnesses on my 12 year old body. My life was literally in his hands: he hung me in the open air, from a tower crane, atop an office tower, 25+ stories high. Whereas he was supposed to be my protector, he was my abuser.

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Why speak out now? I was 12, he was 36. It is incomprehensible. Why didn’t an adult on the set find his predatory advances strange — that over-the-top special attention he gave me. Fairly early on he nicknamed me “Jailbait” and brazenly called me by this name in a sick flirty way in front of others (at the time, I remember asking one of my older brothers what it meant). Sure, I’ve come to understand the terrible power dynamics that play into whistle-blowing by “subordinates” against persons in power, how difficult it can be for someone to speak up. But I was a child. Over the years I’ve really struggled as I’ve wondered how my life might have been different if someone, any one grown-up who witnessed his sick ways, had spoken up before he lured me to that hotel room.
Years ago, I had heard second hand that Joel Kramer was “found out” and forced to leave the business. I learned recently that in fact he still works at the top of the industry. And a few weeks ago, I found an internet photo of Joel Kramer hugging a young girl. That image has haunted me near nonstop since. I can no longer hide what happened.
Hollywood has been very good to me in many ways. Nevertheless, Hollywood also failed to protect me, a child actress. I like to think of myself as a tough Boston chick, in many ways I suppose not unlike Faith, Missy, or Echo. Through the years, brave fans have regularly shared with me how some of my characters have given them the conviction to stand up to their abusers. Now it is you who give me strength and conviction. I hope that speaking out will help other victims and protect against future abuse.
With every person that speaks out, every banner that drops down onto my iphone screen disclosing similar stories/truths, my resolve strengthens. Sharing these words, finally calling my abuser out publicly by name, brings the start of a new calm.
Eliza Dushku

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I thank her for her candor, her sharing, and for PN posting this ...

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Originally posted by SIGNYM:
What is going on here isn't about sex, it's about POWER. If Weinstein really thought he was THAT attractive, he would have gone after women of equal caliber: women who really COULD say "no".

Going after children, subordinates, the mentally disabled ... it's all about power, and using that power to force sex.
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Originally posted by JEWELSTAITEFAN:

If it was about power, then the ugly girls would get some, too. That is just Liberal psychobabble masquerading as empowerment.

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If it was about power, then the ugly girls would get some, too. That is just Liberal psychobabble masquerading as empowerment.

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But isn't physical appearance a status symbol, a high commodity to be valued ? If so, then " seducing " a pretty girl is far more significant than one of more 'common' appearance. The true, rare beauty of a young girl, that stuff has been romanticized and valued through out history. Helen of Troy and such. If she were just some random Velma, , who the hell would care? But no, she was a Daphne, a rare beauty, to be fought for , no matter how many lives were lost.

And yes, ' seducing ' is used in jest, because it's really intimidating and cornering, and by no means winning over her affection.

Fathom the hypocrisy of a government that requires every citizen to prove they are insured... but not everyone must prove they are a citizen

I'm just a red pill guy in a room full of blue pill addicts.

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Originally posted by SIGNYM:
Ok, it's about PREDATORY SEX. Happy now?

If these guys really thought they were "all that" ... powerful, attractive, masterful ... they would want to attract equally powerful and resourceful women as validation of their own status. That they always pick the weakest and most vulnerable tells me that they're really not all THAT sure of their status.

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Pulled a quarter out of his pocket and told one of them to call it, and said "whoever wins gets to keep working day shift and whoever loses will be filling one of the night shift vacancies".

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Pulled a quarter out of his pocket and told one of them to call it, and said "whoever wins gets to keep working day shift and whoever loses will be filling one of the night shift vacancies".

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Fucking awesome. I don't think you can teach people to have that kind of spontaneous but spot-on reaction. But if there was a school on how to do it, I'd attend!

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America is an oligarchy
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Originally posted by 6IXSTRINGJACK:
I see them as the equivalent of a Commissioned Officer in the military. All book smarts and zero street smarts.
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Pulled a quarter out of his pocket and told one of them to call it, and said "whoever wins gets to keep working day shift and whoever loses will be filling one of the night shift vacancies".

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Fucking awesome. I don't think you can teach people to have that kind of spontaneous but spot-on reaction. But if there was a school on how to do it, I'd attend!

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America is an oligarchy
http://www.fireflyfans.net/mthread.aspx?tid=57876

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lol... funny you should mention spontaneity. My dad acknowledged that he's not usually a very spontaneous person and he didn't know where that came from. I'd have to agree with him on that. He's not as deliberate and calculating as me, but spontaneous is never a word I would use to describe him.

I think that's one of the problems with judging a person's abilities on a college diploma. You most certainly don't learn real world things in a classroom or a lab setting. I think part of it is which role models you emulate as a child and another part of it is who you associate with regularly as an adult. This is one of my major problems with the "HR" Department at any company large enough to have one. I see them as the private sector equivalent of a Commissioned Officer in the military. All book smarts and zero street smarts.

I think large companies have adopted this model though because it's "safe". They know what to expect from the homogenized minds of the college graduate. Even if on average these people would be less effective than a lot of non-graduates, somebody who didn't graduate college is a wild-card. There's really no telling what they would do in a given circumstance until after they've already done it.



Do Right, Be Right. :)

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