Here are some accounts of the #MeToo movement and the powerful stories that made an impact on the way that feminism is seen in America.

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"Lucia Stoller, now Lucia Evans, was approached by Weinstein at Cipriani Upstairs, a club in New York, in 2004, the summer before her senior year at Middlebury College. Evans, who is now a marketing consultant, wanted to be an actress, and although she had heard rumors about Weinstein she let him have her number. Weinstein began calling her late at night, or having an assistant call her, asking to meet. She declined, but said that she would do readings during the day for a casting executive. Before long, an assistant called to set up a daytime meeting at the Miramax office in Tribeca, first with Weinstein and then with a casting executive, who was a woman. “I was, like, Oh, a woman, great, I feel safe,” Evans said. You sold our cow for magical beanbags “You sold our cow for magical beanbags?” When Evans arrived for the meeting, the building was full of people. She was led to an office with exercise equipment in it, and takeout boxes on the floor. Weinstein was there, alone. Evans said that she found him frightening. “The type of control he exerted—it was very real,” she told me. “Even just his presence was intimidating.” In the meeting, Evans recalled, “he immediately was simultaneously flattering me and demeaning me and making me feel bad about myself.” Weinstein told her that she’d “be great in ‘Project Runway’ ”—the show, which Weinstein helped produce, premièred later that year—but only if she lost weight. He also told her about two scripts, a horror movie and a teen love story, and said one of his associates would discuss them with her. “At that point, after that, is when he assaulted me,” Evans said. “He forced me to perform oral sex on him.” As she objected, Weinstein took his penis out of his pants and pulled her head down onto it. “I said, over and over, ‘I don’t want to do this, stop, don’t,’ ” she recalled. “I tried to get away, but maybe I didn’t try hard enough. I didn’t want to kick him or fight him.” In the end, she said, “he’s a big guy. He overpowered me.” She added, “I just sort of gave up. That’s the most horrible part of it, and that’s why he’s been able to do this for so long to so many women: people give up, and then they feel like it’s their fault.” Weinstein appeared to find the encounter unremarkable. “It was like it was just another day for him,” Evans said. “It was no emotion.” Afterward, he acted as if nothing had happened. She wondered how Weinstein’s staff could not know what was going on. Following the encounter, she met with the female casting executive, who sent her the scripts, and also came to one of her acting-class readings a few weeks later. (Evans does not believe that the executive was aware of Weinstein’s behavior.) Weinstein, Evans said, began calling her again late at night. She told me that the entire sequence of events had a routine quality. “It feels like a very streamlined process,” she said. “Female casting director, Harvey wants to meet. Everything was designed to make me feel comfortable before it happened. And then the shame in what happened was also designed to keep me quiet.” Evans said that, after the incident, “I just put it in a part of my brain and closed the door.” She continued to blame herself for not fighting harder. “It was always my fault for not stopping him,” she said. “I had an eating problem for years. I was disgusted with myself. It’s funny, all these unrelated things I did to hurt myself because of this one thing.” Evans told friends some of what had happened, but felt largely unable to talk about it. “I ruined several really good relationships because of this. My schoolwork definitely suffered, and my roommates told me to go to a therapist because they thought I was going to kill myself.” In the years that followed, Evans encountered Weinstein occasionally. Once, while she was walking her dog in Greenwich Village, she saw him getting into a car. “I very clearly saw him. I made eye contact,” she said. “I remember getting chills down my spine just looking at him. I was so horrified. I have nightmares about him to this day.” "

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One woman who lives in New Jersey, and asked to be identified only as K, remembers vividly what happened to her in the 1970s. She is now 71. “When I was in my late 20s, I was forcibly date-raped by the superintendent in my first apartment. It was my first time living away from home. It happened in his studio apartment down the hall, three doors away from me. He was at least 30. He'd been in my apartment to fix things. He seemed OK. I trusted he was OK. He invited me to his apartment for a date. He had been drinking, was already high, and forced sex on me. When I finally somehow got out of his apartment and into my apartment, he started calling me by phone, cursing me out. I had to take the phone off the hook. Then he went out into the hallway at my door banging on it wanting to get to me again. I sat in a chair in front of my door all night until daybreak, with a kitchen knife, fearing he would break down the door and get in. I guess he didn't have a key to my apartment, thankfully.” K moved home the next day. Her widowed mother told her not to go to the police. She let the lease on her first apartment expire, before moving into a new apartment. She did not want her abuser to know where she lived, and she feared for her life. She eventually went to the local police seeking a gun permit. “The police laughed at it all, and said if I do get that permit to make sure I shoot my ‘boyfriend’ so he falls into my apartment and not in the hall,” she said. “If he falls in the hall, it won't be self-defense.” Times were different in the 1970s. K did not have the support system she needed.