Enough of Allen’s personal life is public record that I have plenty of my own judgments about his behavior and his choices. I think the judge who long ago declared he had “no parenting skills that would qualify him as an adequate custodian” was on the money. But I also think that for a person to be accused of a crime is not the same as him being guilty of committing it. And there’s no certainty, there’s no satisfaction, in there. There’s just the uneasy space outside of it. The space where so many of these kinds of stories of alleged abuse resides. Not in obvious villains and victims. In the dreadful, gnawing place of doubt.