Klaus Kinski joins Roman Polanksi in the perv Hall of Shame

Friday, 11 January, 2013

“The terrible thing is that he once told me that it was completely natural, that fathers all over the world did that with their daughters.” So spoke Pola Kinski, elder daughter of the late actor Klaus Kinski, who starred in some of the most famous German films of the 1970s and early 1980s, directed by Werner Herzog. In her just-published autobiography, Kindermund (The Mouths Of Babes), she has accused her father of sexually abusing her between the ages of five and 19.

Like Jimmy Savile, late of the BBC, Klaus Kinski is now beyond the reach of the law, but Julian Assange, who is facing deportation from the UK to Sweden to answer sexual assault charges, is not and the claim by his supporters that the allegations against him do not constitute rape is both perverse and eerily reminiscent of the disgusting media/celebrity defence of the film director Roman Polanski, who fled arrest in the US over the rape of a 13-year-old girl. Along with a group of Huffington Post writers, the defenders of Polanki included the former French Culture Minister, Frédéric Mitterrand, author of La mauvaise vie (The Bad Life), a critically-acclaimed bestseller in France that described the delights of buying children in Bangkok for sex: “The profusion of young, very attractive and immediately available boys put me in a state of desire that I no longer needed to restrain or hide.” It should be pointed out, though, that there are people in France who more robust when it comes to sex crimes against minors.

Back in October 2009, Tim Sandel told Camille Paglia that “Polanski is no danger to anyone, and the victim simply wants to move on…” Her reply was withering:

“When I first heard that Roman Polanski had been arrested in Switzerland, I thought it was absurd because of his advanced age as well as the gravity of other issues facing this war-torn world. It seemed like a publicity stunt by Los Angeles authorities with too much time on their hands. However, on reflection, I soon concluded that Polanski, whatever his artistic achievements, has no right to claim exemption from the law’s demands. He is not a political refugee but a proud sybarite who has flaunted his tastes and conquests. If you live like the Marquis de Sade (one of the principal influences on my first book, “Sexual Personae”), then you should be willing to be imprisoned like Sade.”

Unfortunately, the diminutive Polish pervert is still at large.

Roman Polanski at the Oktoberfest in Munich

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