Here is the truth:
We humble peons will never know what happened behind closed doors between to strange meatbags.
We do not know.
But our culture is deeply immersed in the avoidence of openly villainizing victims of sexual abuse. This causes thousands and thousands of unreported incidences.
I am not one to make assumptions off incomplete data if I can help it, but these are things that bear consideration.
Well, and that really is the interesting thing, isn't it? The fact that America so badly yearns for Woody Allen to be exonerated that it openly latches onto the story that Mia Farrow is a terrible, vindictive brainwashing bitch, that it is not Woody, who had an affair with and then married Farrow's daughter, who tore the family apart, but that conniving, jealous, false-memory-planting witch Farrow. It was her, it was all her fault.
This is the same story we've been fed about the balance of blame when abuse happens for centuries. She was asking for it. He wouldn't have had to do it if she hadn't made him. If Mommy hadn't been a cold fish in bed, Daddy wouldn't have turned to little Jenny to have his needs met. It was her fault. HER fault. HER FAULT.