The Casting Couch of Hollywood’s Jewish Phallocrats
Thomas Müller
Winter Watch
January 4, 2023

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‘I met them all. Some were vicious and crooked.’
— Marilyn Monroe (1926-1962)

Long before Harvey Weinstein sullied the reputations of “white men,” Hollywood Jews in positions of power coldly used women as sexual receptacles. They ruined the lives of countless girls and women who refused or fight back, and they emotionally damaged those who submitted out of fear or a moment of weakness. The cynical and ambitious ones formed a sick symbiotic relationship with their abusers.

Upton Sinclair once remarked, “Jewish traders sold Christian girls into concubinage and into prostitution, and even today they display the same activity in the same field in southern California where I live.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald summed up the Hollywood scene of his era: “A Jewish holiday, a Gentile tragedy” (Gabler, 2).

In the 1940s, the novelist Raymond Chandler was in Hollywood, and assigned to work with Jewish writer and director Billy Wilder. Chandler was appalled by the way the married man would constantly and openly “chat up” young starlets with whom he had innumerable sexual trysts, evidently regarding them as mere entertainment and simply his “due” for being a man of his position (or as one of the “chosen”).

Chandler said he was disgusted by Hollywood’s Jewish elite and later wrote to a friend: “Los Angeles has nothing for me anymore. It’s only a question of time until a Gentile has to wear an armband there.”

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When child star Shirley Temple was 11 years old, she was asked to come — alone — into the office of Jewish film producer Arthur Freed to “talk about her upcoming films.” Temple was already one of the most popular stars in Hollywood. She was hardly of an age to even understand the meaning of the term “casting couch,” nor did she particularly need Freed’s favor. But Freed simply couldn’t restrain himself.

According to Temple herself, Freed had only uttered a few sentences about her films when he suddenly exclaimed, “I have something made for just you,” while taking down his pants. As he exposed himself to her, he proclaimed, “You’ll be my new star!”

Temple was protected by her very real innocence of such things, and could only laugh. Her laughter enraged Freed to the point of forgetting all about his sick lust. Temple said that Freed yelled at her, ‘“Get out!” He then shouted, unmindful of his disarray, imperiously pointing to the closed door, “Go on, get out!”’ (Wall Street Journal)