My friend Nina Burleigh argues on the Huffington Post that arresting Roman Polanski is the right thing to do.

To these artists and other supporters of the arrested director, the incarceration of the director is the end of a witch-hunt, the persecution of a genius by low-level, un-imaginative legal drones, who wear un-cool suits and wouldn’t know a semiotic deconstruction if it smacked them in the face. If Polanski did anything wrong, and some, I think, would even say he did not, he should be forgiven for a single folly, committed way back in the ‘lude’ and hot-tub heyday of 1970s Hollywood debauchery. The rape of a 13-year old was hardly the worst offense committed at Jack Nicholson’s pad.

(Blogger: Huh? I love Nina, but kinda wonder if any libel lawyers checked out that particular assertion, and I think if you throw out a charge that’s so loaded, you should back it up.)

Still,

the arrest of Roman Polanski is a good idea, and should stand. It doesn’t matter whether he is a genius. The world will have to live without his lifetime tribute ceremony, at least for a few months more. It doesn’t matter whether his victim - 30-odd years on and handsomely paid off - forgives and wants to forget.

What matters is that the rape of a 13-year old girl, in a nation of laws, in a nation where women are striving for equality with men, in world where we are hundreds of years away from that right and good goal, be discouraged, by example if necessary.

We all agree that rape is wrong; I just don’t think that the rape is the issue here. The point is that Polanski’s trial was a miscarriage of justice, and we have this little thing called double jeopardy….