Somehow I got sucked down a Woody Allen rabbit hole today. I really wish that hadn’t happened, because it makes my brain spin like a Tilt-a-Whirl.
When I was a columnist, I sometimes got thoroughly sick of having to have an opinion about everything, and the Woody Allen situation today is one of those things that I’m simply refusing to engage with, like a late movie you’re just waiting to fall asleep in front of. No matter how many times I turn it over in my head, I come up with the same conclusions:
1) Someone is lying, and it is impossible to know who that is.
2) In our country, when we’re not sure about someone’s guilt beyond a reasonable doubt, we don’t convict.
3) Of all the children in the world who are abused every day, whatever did or didn’t happen to Dylan Farrow constitutes getting off easy, as these things go. (A friend of mine is a therapist; her small talk turns your hair white.)
4) Speaking truth is important. So is healing.
Someone brought up something the other day, in connection with a completely different matter: Why do we spend so much time looking at what doesn’t work, instead of what does? If the numbers of abused children are as high as we’re told, surely not every single one of them is so traumatized that the sight of their abuser makes them vomit. What works? Is it therapy, revenge, inner strength? Surely there’s something good to be plucked from this rancid shitshow other than I believe this one and that one is lying.
By the way, I always separate art from the artist. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be anything good to watch, listen to or experience. Artists are frequently shits. This is not a secret.
That said, here’s a fascinating XOJane roundup of all the well-known artists who have gone for young girls. It’s sort of sick, actually.
Bloggage? OK, sure. Of all the things I’ve read about Philip Seymour Hoffman since Sunday, this is the second-worst:
One continuing mystery of Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death is this: Why was he in such abject need of a shoddy, solitary and dangerous chemical high when he knew the pure joy that comes with just being with your kids?
And if you’re wondering what’s the worst, it’s this thing, by the same writer:
As a crime scene investigator emerged to fetch a brown paper evidence bag, photographers fired off their flashes as they had when taking shots of Hoffman at openings and awards ceremonies. The light glinted strobe-like off the brick façade and the air momentarily filled with the paparazzi sound of camera shutters.
OK, so. We got another six inches of snow today, so quickly that I let Wendy out and let her back in five minutes later and she had a measurable snowfall on her back. So what did I do? Waited until it tapered off, fired up the snow blower and moved it off the damn driveway.
This shit is getting old. At least, it’s making me feel that way.
velvet goldmine said on February 6, 2014 at 12:58 am
It’s been genuinely troubling to me to find myself on the fuzzy end of the social warrior lollipop this week. I’ve kept my head down on the Farrow-Allen re-eruption, because so many public figures and personal friends I respect have essentially said, “If you honestly think there’s room for doubt here you are despicable.”
To say I am comforted by what you’ve said here is my version of Downton Abbey-like restraint.
Apparently an Allen-penned Op-Ed is coming in a few days, so it’s by no means over.
Dexter said on February 6, 2014 at 2:03 am
Atty. Linda Fairstein was on TV with Imus last week. She was involved in the original case 21 years ago when Dylan was seven. She has a good memory of the proceedings back then and she expounded on her thoughts. The one thing she said that was very creepy was that Mia Farrow took Dylan into a bathtub, nude, videotaped it, and asked Dylan where Woody had put his hand. When this tape was shown to prosecutors, the tape clearly indicated it had been stopped and started after every question, and the people in that room concluded that little Dylan had been coached until Mia was satisfied with the answers.
It’s so painful…Woody denies everything and is beyond prosecution now due to the statute of limitations, but as adults we should realize that kids need a voice, a voice that is heard and taken seriously. Another thing…false memories, they do exist, the phenomenon happens. Example: when I was a little kid a classmate’s parents began driving her to school in a brand new shiny beautiful 1956 Ford. I have a clear memory of that car. Except that in reality, it was a Chevrolet. I connected with an old friend on Facebook who told me that…and she had an old black and white photo of herself at that family’s home during a birthday party and the damn Chevy was in the background in the driveway…proof.
But with most children’s memories, it is not possible to believe everything they say happened, happened. So there we go. Everybody wants the truth, some are getting the truth. Who to believe?
Deborah said on February 6, 2014 at 3:00 am
My former in-laws have a daughter who accused her father of unfathomable things. It tore the family apart at the time. The daughter is still estranged and it’s so sad. Since then there is much out there about false memory syndrome that explains so much about what happened or didn’t happen. The accusations included satanism and even pregnancies that didn’t occur, just bizarre stuff. The father was a Lutheran seminary employee at the time. He is a broken man and hasn’t had any contact with his daughter for decades even though there’s very little possibility that any of what he was accused of happened.
Deborah said on February 6, 2014 at 3:15 am
Here’s a link to a This American Life story about a similar problem to the one of my former in-laws http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/215/ask-an-expert?act=1
ROGirl said on February 6, 2014 at 6:35 am
The doubts can’t be ignored, but it is still very troubling. One thing that I can’t get away from is that in the movie “Manhattan” Woody’s 40-something character started a relationship with a 17 year old Mariel Hemingway. I know that’s not proof of anything, but it creeped me out when I saw it.
Jeff (the mild-mannered one) said on February 6, 2014 at 7:02 am
I don’t believe Hemingway was even that old. My question is that false reports almost always are because there’s molestation/abuse going on somewhere, and the only “made up” part is who they’re claiming did it to them. Which is part of my message in preaching two-deep leadership at ALL times, church, Scouts, whatever with kids — because it’s not only near-absolute protection against devious compulsive molesters, it’s what YOU need because a kid, thinking like a kid, will claim someone they’ve come to like and trust has done something to them . . . because they assume you will easily evade the claim, and they relieve the pressure of what’s going on and maybe even get help, without telling anyone it’s Mom’s boyfriend Billy-Bob, who told you that if you ever say anything about him, bad things will happen to your pet rabbit. So that two-deep leadership in a good, solid youth program is even more necessary: for you.
What I dread about the Mia/Woody situation is that the stories from and about Dylan are best explained if you work from external, known facts about the two adults involved, and presume that the problem is that they both were (are?) are little out on the edge of unhealthy about sex and self and children.
Andrea said on February 6, 2014 at 8:01 am
Regardless of who did what to whom in the Dylan Farrow case, Woody Allen undisputably began a sexual relationship with his children’s sister when that sister was in her teens. To me, that shows a breathtaking sense of entitlement and a complete lack of sexual boundaries. I haven’t been able to watch a Woody Allen film since, both for the uncomfortable creepiness of the subject, and also the feeling I have that engaging in an economic relationship with him, albeit a minuscule one, is providing him with financial support and encouragement, something I most assuredly don’t want to do.
Are there other artists out there whose personal life and choices are morally hazardous? Absolutely. Do I boycott them all? It would be nearly impossible without living a life free from art. I feel a bit differently when the artist is dead, as they are beyond the reach of my financial encouragement and support. I don’t research the lives of every artist whose work I consume. That said, when I do become aware of behavior that I find offensive, I do stop. I don’t watch Polanski films either, for example.
I haven’t discussed my position on this art vs. artist issue in probably 20 years, so most people would probably be surprised that I hold it. It’s been an interesting couple of weeks with this back in the news.
alex said on February 6, 2014 at 8:22 am
This morning I read a piece by Dylan’s brother, Moses Farrow, who insists that Mia planted all of this stuff in her kids’ heads out of vindictiveness and that he’s now estranged from Mia because he refuses to continue going along with the charade.
At the same time, as Andrea points out, Woody’s relationship with Soon Yi is nevertheless very unseemly. He’s still a creep even if he isn’t guilty of pederasty.
alex said on February 6, 2014 at 8:24 am
I should have said “about” Dylan’s brother, not “by” Dylan’s brother. Here’s the item:
Alan Stamm said on February 6, 2014 at 8:26 am
Dahlia Lithwick’s take on L’Affaire Allen:
“In the Court of Public Opinion there are no rules of evidence, no burdens of proof, no cross-examinations, and no standards of admissibility. There are no questions and also no answers. Also, please be aware that in the Court of Public Opinion, choosing silence or doubt is itself a prosecutable offense. . . .
“The Court of Public Opinion is a wonderful place to be heard, to test new ideas, and an even more gratifying place to tear apart those whose opinions offend us. It rarely brings about justice for the parties in a lawsuit, however, because the Court of Public Opinion is usually more about us than them.”
At Slate: http://slate.me/1nUFWuL
beb said on February 6, 2014 at 8:50 am
I came home from work, fired up the snow blower and cleared the driveway, came inside and discovered I was walking like an old man*, all hunched over, unable to straighten up.
* Oh, wait. I *am* an old man…
Saw this, this morning and had to laugh.
“Right now, Jesus himself couldn’t be the speaker and get 218 Republicans behind something…” That was Boehner friend Patrick Tiberi.
Maybe I missed the news cycle but NBC didn’t say much about the brown water in hotels stories on their evening news program. I kind of thought that would be news but maybe NBC has too much invested in Olympic coverage to let anything negative get out. Meanwhile the US is positioning two warships in the Black Sea to be available to give aid in case of a terrorist attack. That’s reassuring.
I read an article about the Woody Allen accusations which mentioned the imbalance of power in this case, which started with a famous director vs. a seven year old child. Even now there has been such a rush to defend Allen that it seems like a public lynching of poor Dylan. Another famous person who seems to be getting away with sexual abuse is R. Kelly. There seems to be an abundance of evidence that he hankers for underage girls but constantly let him skate on the issue.
Let me end by saying: “What Jeff says @6!”
Jolene said on February 6, 2014 at 9:16 am
beb, it was NBC that broadcast the stories re hacking in Russia that I linked to yesterday, so it doesn’t seem that they’re sugar-coating the situation there. I can’t remember where I saw the story re the water, but I usually hit NBC or MSNBC, so it seems likely they did that story too.
coozledad said on February 6, 2014 at 9:18 am
Once some old bastards get enough money, they’ll go trophy hunting. I wonder if they think youth rubs off on them.
Our broader sexual culture is predicated on the image of some pomaded creep like Brian Kilmeade with a couple of nineteen to twenty year olds hanging on his arms. Rupert Murdoch and Wendy Deng (Rupert Murdoch and anyone born after the middle of the last century). Michael Douglas and anyone who wasn’t one of the original Mousketeers. Ronald Reagan and Piper Laurie.
Artists are fucked up, but its not just artists. If you go to some old colonial era episcopal churches, they’ll have a large plaque on the wall telling you how close or distant a blood relation you can boink with the approval of God and King. They need to start putting billboards up telling men to seek mates closer to their physical age rather than their mental one.
BigHank53 said on February 6, 2014 at 10:19 am
Oddly enough, some folks are thinking about the fucked-up eroticizing of (let’s be honest) girls:
Well, that was back in 2004. Pebble into the Grand Canyon and all that. The only bit of hope that I can draw out of the Allen shitshow is that at least we’re talking about the issue, instead of all nodding our heads in agreement about how the poor young thing is either demented or possessed by demons, which are both historically popular diagnoses for inconvenient women.
Epicurus said on February 6, 2014 at 10:46 am
Thank you for penning a thoughtful, non-adversarial look at the Woody Allen “situation.” If only other writers and commentators were as smart and fair as you have been. I’m also a big fan of Dahlia Lithwick’s take on this, as embedded in another comment above. Let’s see if we can introduce a little bit of sanity into this shitshow. BTW, congratulations on having the good sense to use Macintoshes and “…other Mac-like devices.” You have extraordinary good taste in computing machines.
Charlotte said on February 6, 2014 at 10:46 am
Oy. The Farrow/Allen thing. I’ve just backed away slowly. I had a roommate in the early 90s who was convinced all kinds of insane recovered memory stuff had happened to her — satanism, abuse, the entire faculty of an Eastern liberal arts college where her dad had taught was involved. It was clearly nuts, as was she in those days. Did *something* happen? maybe, who knows? probably. And as someone who had parents who used me against one another, well, that gaslighting goes on forever and is as or more damaging as anything else. Ugh. It was the photo with the original column on Kristoff that really bugged me. This is a grown woman posing like an injured 7 year old. There’s part of me that recoils — really? *That’s* how you want people to think of you? As the injured bird?
So, my car wouldn’t start this morning. Luckily we were only at Chuck’s house in town. But six blocks is a long walk at 25 below. Was warm enough but long johns would have been good underneath my corduroys.
Peter said on February 6, 2014 at 10:48 am
The part about the Woody Allen saga that gets me is all of the friends and hangers-on that have risen to his defense. I don’t know about you, but knowing as much as I do (and it’s not much) about Mr. and Mrs. Creeeeepy, I don’t think I’d say anything.
On top of that, who knew he had that many friends? Sure, he directs a lot of films, but he doesn’t seem to be the pal around type, and I don’t think he’s handing out buckets of cash.
brian stouder said on February 6, 2014 at 10:58 am
Between the PSH piece-of-shit news, and the Woody Allen house of horrors update, and the weather hereabouts, I think 2014 will go into my brain as ‘the year of Icy Lumpy Fuck’.
Charlotte – I could feel the chill you describe, especially with the rhythmic ‘zwoop zwoop’ of corduroys on a cold cold morning! (that detail, for whatever reason, transported me right back to the late ’60’s, when I’d walk to Irwin elementary school with my friends, and our conversations about who-knows-what rose in little steamy clouds)
alex said on February 6, 2014 at 11:19 am
The only bit of hope that I can draw out of the Allen shitshow is that at least we’re talking about the issue, instead of all nodding our heads in agreement about how the poor young thing is either demented or possessed by demons
Not so fast, Hank. Dylan is one of “Rosemary’s” few real babies from her own womb.
It’s worth noting that Mia was the same tender age as Soon Yi when she took up with Frank Sinatra, who was old enough to be her granddad, and was still fucking him (so she says) when she gave birth to son Ronan, who’s got the old man’s blue eyes, even though she was supposed to be in a committed relationship with Woody. I frankly find all involved pretty unsympathetic and without any room to claim moral high ground.
velvet goldmine said on February 6, 2014 at 11:31 am
To my mind, two of the things being chewed on here — and there, and everywhere — just muddy the waters. One is his relationship with Soon-Yi, and the other is recovered memory.
It’s not really to the point to say, “It just seems creepy…” Young adult women and children are not the same thing, either legally or to a pedophile’s eye.
And recovered memory doesn’t apply because the accusation were made at the time. Dylan either really experienced things as she describes, or they are false memories, planted there when she was 7.
Julie Robinson said on February 6, 2014 at 11:34 am
Yup, no moral high ground anywhere, and we’ll never know the truth. Still space for lots of creepy feelings all around.
This afternoon we are leaving the ILF and heading to Orlando for 10 days to visit our daughter. Forecast there is rainy and cooler than normal, but there will be no snow or ice on the ground and that’s good enough for me. I feel badly for everyone left behind, and am very grateful that we can escape for a bit.
Charlotte said on February 6, 2014 at 11:50 am
My ref to the recovered memory thing was not directed at this specific situation. What I find troubling in the online discussion is the notion that no one ever makes a false accusation, and that all accusations need to be believed, absolutely, and if one does not believe then one is promoting “rape culture.” That, I find troublesome, and there seems to be no space to have that discussion. So, really have only commented on it here …
And Brian @18 — made me feel like a little kid too. Scarf up around my face, hat pulled low, eyelashes freezing, trudging through the snow. BTW — I bought a pair of Muck brand boots this winter, first new winter boots in decades, and I can’t say enough good things about them. Toasty warm, great treads. Who knew neoprene was warmer than Sorels?
Deborah said on February 6, 2014 at 11:54 am
A week from tomorrow I’m heading right into the ILF. Why oh why did I agree to do that? I love my husband and miss him when I’m in Santa Fe and he’s not. I guess that’s why.
MichaelG said on February 6, 2014 at 12:21 pm
I like Emily’s take that it sort of doesn’t matter whether Allen is guilty in this Dylan thing or not. There is enough documented sleeze in his background to qualify him as a bad guy without it. And, of course, his track record might cause one to be inclined to believe the Dylan stuff. The whole tribe of them seems rotten. A pox on them all.
What is the “ILF”? We’re getting some rain today, finally, and look to get more over the weekend. A drop in the bucket but all contributions are gratefully accepted.
brian stouder said on February 6, 2014 at 12:27 pm
Michael – our friend Deborah (see above) invented it, as far as I know.
Icy lumpy fuck – neatly describes the appearance and the emotional effect that this frozen muck we have scattered all over this part of the nation.
Aside from that, we have oozing slimy muck in North Carolina now (see – Dan River) to add to the ongoing ecological catastrophe in West Virginia.
So much for dissing Sochi, eh?
Andrea said on February 6, 2014 at 12:35 pm
Alex, what Mia Farrow did or did not do with Frank Sinatra has no bearing on the obligation that Woody Allen had to his young children not to fuck them up by having an affair with their teenaged sister. I agree that the whole clan sounds like a shitstorm I would like to stay far away from. Consenting adults often do crazy and shitty things, and I am sure Mia Farrow has done plenty of indefensible things. What I can’t get on board with is when an asshole cheerfully hands his kids a shit sandwich and shrugs his shoulders, saying famously that the heart wants what it wants.
coozledad said on February 6, 2014 at 12:58 pm
Brian: That’s a major mesozoic aquifer they’re fucking up. They ought to be shot.
LAMary said on February 6, 2014 at 1:10 pm
I’m with Andrea on this one. The whole situation was messed up but that doesn’t excuse Woody.
coozledad said on February 6, 2014 at 1:11 pm
Here’s the greater Piedmont aquifer. The Dan River aquifer straddles NC and VA. I have a personal stake in it, since our well is in that aquifer, about four miles from the Dan River, and even closer to the Hyco river.
Jeff Borden said on February 6, 2014 at 1:22 pm
Brian and Cooz,
I’m very sorry, but our need for cheap energy is more important than your damned water supply. . .or your health. . .or your children’s health. . .
Sometimes I really wonder what we’re leaving behind for future generations. There’s a very scary environmental report floating around suggesting the seas might be devoid of fish in less than 50 years because of overfishing, pollution and global climate change. Pogo was right.
Basset said on February 6, 2014 at 2:23 pm
High water behind the house last night, but not a patch on the big flood. Our river is usually one or two feet on the gauge just upstream, flood stage is 20, the flood that wrecked our whole neighborhood in 2010 overtopped the gauge and was over forty, this latest rise topped out at fifteen. Routine, hope it stays that way.
MichaelG said on February 6, 2014 at 2:26 pm
Thanks, Brian. I got icy lumpy fuck, I just didn’t connect it with ILF. Duh.
Jeff B, I don’t know how accurate that no fish in 50 years business is, but it does give pause. What we should be worried about is all the debris and the huge rafts of plastic and garbage and stuff floating around in the Pacific along with half of Fukushima/Sendai.
Sue said on February 6, 2014 at 2:53 pm
Re our ‘need for cheap energy’…
Let’s not forget that we don’t just need cheap energy, for some reason we need exportable energy (See Keystone XL and current propane shortage in the upper midwest) and also subsidized energy (see current propane shortage in the upper midwest).
Lots of reasons to destroy the environment. America F*** Yeah!
DellaDash said on February 6, 2014 at 2:56 pm
My gut tells me that Woody Allen has been an open-book ‘pervert’ rather than a closeted one. He legitimized the inappropriate object of his taboo love, and my guess is that he’s been faithful to her…too busy as a prolific artist to be otherwise. That large body of work does provide clues for judging his character, and I think I’ve seen it all. Like Nancy said, if you can’t separate art from the artist, you’ll find little to appreciate.
Not wanting to be dismissive of Dylan’s cry of pain, I just don’t see any reliable way of assessing it.
Sherri said on February 6, 2014 at 3:04 pm
I don’t know what is true and what isn’t in the Allen-Farrow mess. Allen taking up with Soon-Yi, despite her being of legal age, definitely violates the dating ick equation for me (don’t date anyone younger than your age divided by half plus 7.) It’s about power imbalance.
I mostly subscribe to the separate the art from the artist theory, but sometimes the artist’s behavior just overwhelms the art for me.
Dexter said on February 6, 2014 at 3:57 pm
It took my Canadian nurse friend “Nurse Tylenol” from Montreal to remind me that today, mon, is the birthday of Bob Marley of Nine Mile, Jamaica.
“Life and Jah are one in the same. Jah is the gift of existence. I am in some way eternal, I will never be duplicated. The singularity of every man and woman is Jah’s gift. What we struggle to make of it is our sole gift to Jah…”
Deborah said on February 6, 2014 at 3:58 pm
I’m sure I’ve told this story here before but it’s relevant again to the discussion today. Once my husband and I were eating breakfast at E.A.T. on upper Madison Ave, in NYC, we were at a window seat. An attractive young Asian woman walked by on the sidewalk outside she was wearing a very (very) short pale green mini dress. We noticed her. After breakfast we walked over to Central Park West (across from the Met) to walk back down to the 57th and 5th Ave area. Strolling in front of us was that same young Asian woman holding hands with Woody Allen. It was Soon Yi obviously. They walked the whole way in front of us. Woody looked terrible, he was still dying his scraggly hair then and he was wearing frumpy clothes, he sort of leaned back when he walked, it was odd. She looked terrific. It made the whole affair seem very tawdry.
Dexter said on February 6, 2014 at 4:17 pm
Always memorable to see a celebrity. Woody Allen lives on the Upper East Side in the 80s. Ron Bennington, the radio host I listen to daily (XM 99, Raw Dog Comedy Hits, noon-3, M-F) lives up there and sees Woody many times , always walking somewhere.
LAMary said on February 6, 2014 at 5:24 pm
Deborah, did you know that EAT was opened by Eli Zabar who was feuding with the other Zabars who own the store on 80th and Broadway? I liked the baguettes at EAT but as a wholesaler I did not like doing business with them.
Deborah said on February 6, 2014 at 5:43 pm
I like the breakfasts at EAT, but they’re expensive. When I was in NYC after my Beaver Brook experience I wanted to have breakfast at the Cafe Sabarsky which is in the Neue Galleries. I walked all the way up there from my hotel on West 29th (the Neue is on 86th) of course it was closed that day, so I went to EAT. While there I saw a familiar older Broadway actress but I just can’t place her name. She wasn’t a major actress, usually played a secondary role, I’ve tried and tried to look her up online. It drives me crazy when I think of it.
Deborah said on February 6, 2014 at 5:48 pm
Oh and Brian, I didn’t invent ILF, I got it from the author Wendy McClure. I just introduced it to the nn.c community. I think it’s a perfect descriptive term. Julie, now I like using the initials for it that you introduced.
coozledad said on February 6, 2014 at 6:26 pm
Dmitry Kozak, the deputy prime minister responsible for the Olympic preparations, reflected the view held among many Russian officials that some Western visitors are deliberately trying to sabotage Sochi’s big debut out of bias against Russia. “We have surveillance video from the hotels that shows people turn on the shower, direct the nozzle at the wall and then leave the room for the whole day,” he said. An aide then pulled a reporter away before Mr. Kozak could be questioned further on surveillance in hotel rooms.
Read more at http://wonkette.com/#52VPhihKyjCT2TYb.99
Sherri said on February 6, 2014 at 6:38 pm
Get someone to compose your music, fake deafness, sell yourself as the Japanese Beethoven!
Dexter said on February 6, 2014 at 8:26 pm
I am sick of Putin, shitty half-done new hotels, pisswater from the tap, $40,000 family vacations to see daughter speed skate, bans on all gels and tubes and bottles of ANY size on planes, security warnings at the last possible minute about chatter indicating that Atlanta’s problems in 1996 will look like a day in the park…I declare and promise I will not be commenting anywhere anymore on this $50,000,000,000 fiasco. Fuck. It. 🙁
Baseball opens training soon. Tigers began throwing the baseball around in Lakeland in seven days. Yay rah.
More snow Saturday, more yet Sunday. My back hurts from the shovelling, but I sprung the vans free from their icy lock.
This shit ain’t over, not by a long ways in ain’t. As George Bush43 says, “bring it on.”
Dexter said on February 6, 2014 at 8:30 pm
Oh man, absence of an edit button is making me appear to be a dunce! But I guess we are all big enough to realize once we hit the Submit Comment, we are toast. Now for some TeeVee…so what’s on?
LAMary said on February 6, 2014 at 8:39 pm
Totally off topic: I took a sick day yesterday because I had a hideous headache. This freaked out everyone in my office because I had not taken an actual sick day since 2010. I need to be more liberal in my conception of “sick.”
Kristen said on February 8, 2014 at 9:01 am
Don’t know the coyote situation in Michigan, but my dog was killed by a coyote in my backyard on Superbowl Sunday. Be careful letting Wendy out for that last pee of the night – she’s on the small side, like my dog was. If I’d known more about the danger, I’d have only taken my dog out on a leash, especially during the months of January, February, and March – according to our state DEEP, the months of January, February and March tend to be more dangerous for dogs because it is mating season for our state’s flourishing coyote population and the coyotes exhibit “territorial breeding aggressiveness”.