Lupita Nyong’o: Speaking Out About Harvey Weinstein<br />“Because I don’t like vodka, and I don’t like diet soda, and I don’t like them together,” I said.<br />“If we’re not going to watch the film, I really should head back to school,” I said.<br />I said I would take the subway (I could not afford a cab at the time), but he handed me some money and told me not to be silly, take the cab.<br />Part of our drama school curriculum at Yale included body work, using massage techniques on one another to understand the connection between body, mind<br />and emotion, and so I felt I could rationalize giving him one and keep a semblance of professionalism in spite of the bizarre circumstance.<br />Not long after we met in Berlin, Harvey wrote to me inviting me to attend a screening of a film — a competitor’s film similar to one he had produced.<br />“I don’t know about your career, but you’ll be fine,” he said.<br />“I just want to know that we are good,” I said.<br />“We are two ships going in two different directions.”<br />“Yes, I guess we are.”<br />“So we are done here,” he said.<br />I protested that I wanted to finish the film first, but he insisted I go with him, laying down the law as though I too was one of his children.<br />He said we would be watching it with his family at his home in Westport, Conn., which was not far away from New Haven, where I was living at the time.
