Johann Hari sums up everything wrong with supporting Roman Polanski:
So now we know. If you are a 44-year-old man, you can drug and anally rape a terrified 13-year-old girl as she sobs, says “no, no, no,” and pleads for her asthma medication, and face no punishment at all. You just have to meet two criteria: (a) You have to run away and stay away for a few decades, and (b) You need to direct some good films. If you manage this, not only will you walk free. There will be a huge campaign to protect you from the “witch-hunt” of the laws forbidding child-rape, and you will be lauded as a hero.
I don’t have a problem with him having a legal defence. That’s his right. But that does not mean that you go and offer moral support for him. The man pleaded guilty to conduct that would be classified as rape here. He only avoided a rape charge because prosecutors didn’t want to subject the victim to the ordeal of cross-examination.
Yet instead we get this absolute moral bankruptcy:
His behaviour is not my business. I’m concerned about his movies. I like The Pianist and Rosemary’s Baby.
Whoopi Goldberg clearly wasn’t acting in this scene: