Today it’s Al Franken. The story is told by Leann Tweeden, and it dates from 2006, which in today’s abuse-accusation terms seems very very recent, comparatively speaking. It was also before Franken became a senator; at the time of the events, he was a comedian.
Tweeden is “a TV host and sports broadcaster, as well as a model,” and was emceeing a USO tour that Franken was on. She writes:
I was only expecting to emcee and introduce the acts, but Franken said he had written a part for me that he thought would be funny, and I agreed to play along.
When I saw the script, Franken had written a moment when his character comes at me for a ”˜kiss’. I suspected what he was after, but I figured I could turn my head at the last minute, or put my hand over his mouth, to get more laughs from the crowd.
On the day of the show Franken and I were alone backstage going over our lines one last time. He said to me, “We need to rehearse the kiss.” I laughed and ignored him. Then he said it again. I said something like, ”˜Relax Al, this isn’t SNL”¦we don’t need to rehearse the kiss.’
He continued to insist, and I was beginning to get uncomfortable.
He repeated that actors really need to rehearse everything and that we must practice the kiss. I said ”˜OK’ so he would stop badgering me. We did the line leading up to the kiss and then he came at me, put his hand on the back of my head, mashed his lips against mine and aggressively stuck his tongue in my mouth.
I immediately pushed him away with both of my hands against his chest and told him if he ever did that to me again I wouldn’t be so nice about it the next time.
I walked away. All I could think about was getting to a bathroom as fast as possible to rinse the taste of him out of my mouth.
I felt disgusted and violated.
Not long after, I performed the skit as written, carefully turning my head so he couldn’t kiss me on the lips.
Pretty slimy/creepy behavior, if true. And although I think this one might indeed be true, we have no way of knowing; it’s another he-said/she-said story. But even if true, what does it mean? On the basis of that story, if that was all, it seems to me that Franken—compared to other accused abusers in the entertainment business—is pretty small potatoes, even though I can’t stand the guy. Is it a crime to French kiss someone when they’re expecting a regular kiss? If so, do we really want to prosecute something like this?
But the French kiss wasn’t all. According to Tweeden, when she returned home she came across this photo of what Franken did while she was asleep on a returning cargo plane:
Tweedon writes:
I couldn’t believe it. He groped me, without my consent, while I was asleep.
I felt violated all over again. Embarrassed. Belittled. Humiliated.
How dare anyone grab my breasts like this and think it’s funny?
I told my husband everything that happened and showed him the picture.
I wanted to shout my story to the world with a megaphone to anyone who would listen, but even as angry as I was, I was worried about the potential backlash and damage going public might have on my career as a broadcaster.
But that was then, this is now. I’m no longer afraid.
I have studied the photo, and I have to say that I don’t see what Tweeden sees. To be fair, what I see is Franken fooling around and pretending to grope her while she’s asleep.
Look at his hands. As best I can see, he is not touching her. There are shadows under his fingers, and his hands are positioned a bit away from actual contact with her breasts. I’m not a photo expert, but that’s what I see. And that’s what makes sense—because, had he actually touched her, unless she’s in a coma or an unusually deep sleeper she would have woken up, or at least he would have run the risk of having her wake up. He wasn’t doing this in private, either; they were on a plane with other people (unless it’s a selfie of Franken’s, which it certainly doesn’t appear to be).
I could be mistaken about my interpretation of the photo; I’m not a photo expert, and I haven’t seen anyone else writing about this who sees what I see. But if I’m correct, then he was fooling around here and not actually touching her. It’s a stupid tasteless joke, more suited to the fraternity than to a grown man (he would have been in his mid-50s at the time). Is there anyone on earth who would expect anything different from Franken than being sophomoric?
So if there was no actual groping of a sleeping woman, we are left with an allegation that Franken went further than a stage kiss with Tweeden when they were rehearsing, and that it became an unwanted (unwanted on Tweeden’s part, that is) French kiss. And she was too scared—and too ambitious—to report it at the time, although to tell you the truth, I doubt anyone would have done anything about it if she had, although it would be a creepy act and a wrong one on Franken’s part.
[NOTE: I’m beginning to think I’m some sort of weird dinosaur (actually, I’m not just beginning to think it). As far as I can tell I seem to be the only blogger or pundit or commentator discussing the actual photo. Everyone else seems to be accepting it as photographic evidence of groping rather than photographic evidence of a joke about groping. The Democrats are excusing it in various ways and the Republicans making the most of it. But does anyone really care what the photograph actually shows?]