When I was nineteen years old, Elie Wiesel grabbed my ass.
Jenny Listman

Thank-you for sharing your story. I immediately thought of one of my heroes, Martin Luther King, when you mentioned Wiesel in the context of a famous man who did bad things. It is a strange dichotomy that one and the same person is capable of being both great and terrible. But that is the human condition, all too often; while one cannot deny the good, the bad must not be denied, even if it is at the expense of their reputation. You are correct in not worrying about their legacy; you have a responsibility to yourself to vent and release your pain.
That Wiesel’s abuse of you, and that of others, led to suicidal depression is terrible, and I am so glad that you found a way to be the best you that you can be. I am also thankful that by telling your story other women will be encouraged to tell theirs, whether or not their abuser was famous. It is not the abuser’s legacy you or they must worry about; it is theirs and yours.
Your strength and courage are an inspiration to women and men alike. Once more, thank-you.