4.2.12 WC: 191694 We then discussed “The Front” and I told him that my father knew Zero Mosel—the star of the film—whose relative had a store on the lower east side near my father’s. We discussed “blacklisting,” “McCarthyism” and other subjects in which we shared a common interest. It was a great birthday present. Several years later Woody and his then girlfriend, Mia Farrow, came to hear me speak in New York about the Rosenberg trial. I had written a positive book review for The New York Times about a book which had concluded that Julius Rosenberg had indeed been a Soviet spy. This is how I began my review: WERE Julius and Ethel Rosenberg guilty of transmitting American atomic secrets to the Soviet Union in the 1940's, or were they scapegoats of the cold war whose execution was a grave miscarriage of justice? That both are true is the intriguing argument of [the new book. ] Woody and Mia both insisted that the Rosenberg’s were innocent and I promised to send them the evidence that Julius was a spy and Ethel a collaborator if not a conspirator. Over the next several years I saw Woody and Mia on a few occasions. Mia called me a few times to discuss political issues and Woody and I wrote to each other. Then everything changed. Early one morning, Mia called. We exchanged pleasantries and I asked her how Woody was. “He’s abusing my children,” she said. I replied, “Don’t even joke about that, it’s not funny.” She said, “no, really. He’s been sleeping with one of my daughters and acting inappropriately with another one.” I again asked her if she was serious, since the allegations seemed so out of character. She told me she was dead serious and asked if I could drive down to her house in Connecticut and meet with her. I told her I would, and that I would bring my wife, who is a PhD psychologist with extensive experience in such matters. We drove to Connecticut and Mia greeted us. She was fixing a leaky roof while trying to take care of her numerous children, including a bl