Georgianne Landy-Kordis latest interview by AllAuthor"
Georgianne Landy-Kordis was born and raised in Jamestown, New York, home of Lucille Ball until she was fourteen. She has always liked television and movies. She was the writer, producer, director and sometimes the videographer when running her business. She learned and understood more of the process involved in movie making while attending the University of Oklahoma for screenwriting and directing. She is currently searching her mind for that next screenplay she would like to write. Her main interest, of course, is writing screenplays.
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I had a dream last night I was going to commit suicide by jumping into this muddy deep pond. I was wearing some black heavy sweats…tops & bottoms that would soak up the water helping me sink quicker. I jumped in but I came up swimming to the banks. The banks that everyone said were impossible to climb. I decided to try and with each step up, I wondered if I wanted to continue. The clothes were weighing me down, the grass I grabbed, slipped through my hands and the rocks for my feet were scarce. When I actually made it close to the top, I heard trucks and cars driving by on the busy highway above. I hung on wondering if I wanted to take that last leap up onto the highway or not.
I heard that these hearings (Kavanaugh/Ford-Blassey) have brought to the surface memories, anxiety or other issues for many victims of sexual abuse or harassment. I’m not sure if this dream is because of the hearings, because I did watch a good deal of them, but it definitely has made me think. In fact it has consumed my mind. However I am the strongest person I know. Yes I said that and will say it again; I am the strongest person I know.
If you know me and/or have read my book you know I know firsthand abuse, harassment and the physical and mental toll it takes on a person.
I’m not sniveling, bragging or taking sides but do want to express my feelings and opinions because my written word makes me well.
First I must say if that’s all that happened to her, she is very fortunate and as a psychologist she should have been able to deal with it/worked it out a long time ago. I don’t know why she spoke as a little valley girl with all the credentials and awards she has earned and if she suffers from any anxiety I don’t understand why you would fill yourself with caffeine. I can’t tell if she is telling the truth or not. I don’t know if anything happened to her or if it did, I don’t know if it was Kavanaugh or another. I even feel like it could be a political stunt.
Secondly, I understand Kavanaugh being so angry that his emotions were all over the place. But I would have hoped he could have gotten his composer a lot sooner being a judge and the position holder, teacher etc. that he is and has been but then too we cannot understand the stress and torment he has gone through since these allegations have surfaced. Here too I can’t tell if he is telling the truth or not.
I told my husband when the “me too” movement started that every man in any kind of “position” should be shaking in their boots. I want to say, because I believe all men are this way, but that can’t be correct, can it? I wish boys were better but I continue to hear boys doing terrible things. I know, girls are bad too, but that “boys will be boys” expectancy has gone on far too long.
I wish I didn’t have to say that I believe everything is corrupt but I just did. I don’t trust what I hear on the news anymore. You’d think I wouldn’t even look at the news but I do. I watch it like it’s an outline an idea of what’s going on. I do like to know what’s coming at me, just in case something’s real.
Well these are my thoughts and I feel better for writing them as I said, my written words make me well. And with that I leave you with, goodnight, sweet dreams and say some prayers.
my contribution to a bit of history... My Jewish Iranian Husband..oh yes..
Excerpt from my memoir, "And I Thought I'd be a nun".. (avail. on amazon)
Did you like living on the edge?
No not at all. That’s just how it seemed to be working out most of my life.
That was it though. I was done. No more screwing around. Whatever this was with David, it was there to stay for a while. With my fear of David, I realized I may have gotten into somewhat of the same situation as my mother did with Buss. I should have seen that coming for passing
judgment on her.
I must have decided that David did love me in some way although he only said those words once. It was January 20, 1981. I remember because it was the day Ronald Regan was sworn in to the presidency and gave his inaugural speech. He didn’t say it in the heat of passion or a sweet sentimental moment. We were having a discussion while still in bed that morning about us and our relationship and I think he said it something like this. “You want me to say I love you? I love you, there.” I know, I know why did I stay with him? At first I did love him and I loved him for many
years although we didn’t always live together. Of the eleven and a half years that we were married, we lived eight of those in separate houses and only a few blocks away from each other. But then I was accustomed to living in a separate house.
I was sick most of the time while with David. The doctor said I had developed and ulcer on top of the acid reflux disease and anxiety attacks. I took medication for the ulcer for ten years. I was sick a lot; stressed beyond belief with him. He was a very unhappy man.
He was unhappy?
Oh yes, the most miserable, unhappy person I have ever come across. Nothing worked for him, nothing went his way, and people took advantage of him. I think he was always this way but he says that he hated to leave his family. When he came to America, his father passed away but the family didn’t tell him for quite a while. I don’t think he ever got over that. He wanted to have at least gone back to Iran for the burial. I don’t know why they kept it from him unless they were afraid for him to go back due to the discrimination toward the Jews. He told me they had to give up a couple of homes to the regime, so I assumed it was just a bad time for him to go back to Iran. War broke out between Iran and Iraq in the 80’s while we were married. The Iranians were sending boys as young as ten into the battlefields to detonate mines, David told me. He had a nephew about that age and the family and David feared for his life so somehow with the help of David, he was brought to America and lived in New York City with family. David continued to help him financially and David had even helped financially smuggle one of his brothers out of Iran and into Israel because his life was in danger for some reason. I sometimes think his heart was only big enough for his family and Iran, his homeland and he missed both very much.
.Another family was from Saudi Arabia. I don’t know what the husband was studying. His wife was like a little girl, so quiet, so shy, and so innocent. She said we were sisters. They had a little boy who would come over to our apartment all the time. He really liked me as did his father.
The father, not threatening at all but wanted me badly. He said many times he would divorce his wife. All he had to do was “Write it three times on something and give it to her family.” He never touched me, nor made advances toward me. He was pretty obsessed with me but very respectful.
I told him there was no way we could be together. I was married. I loved his wife and would never do that to her and he shouldn’t even think of us together. They too were Muslim and one day some Seven Day Adventist or Jehovah Witness’s came to their apartment while I was there and I stupidly said, “They are Muslim!” and shut the door. Maybe they would have liked to hear about Jesus. I regret to this day doing that.
They too moved away. I barely remember when or how we said goodbye. I have a photo of when my daughter and I took them to a fireworks show one year. They seemed to enjoy that. After returning to their home country they sent me a robe from Morocco and a gold ring with my name in Arabic engraved inside and a gift for my daughter as well. I still have letters from him where he wanted me to come to Saudi Arabia or to Jidda where they vacationed. I did consider it, for a visit only; there was so much trouble in the Middle East though that I didn’t want to risk it.
I don’t remember exactly which of these years my friends had left the U.S. but in 1981, Egypt’s President, Anwar Sadat was killed. An independent organization for the liberalization of Egypt claimed responsibility. They were against Sadat’s policies including him signing a peace treaty with Israel in March 1979. Pope John Paul II was shot by a Turk. The Lebanon War went on from 1982-1985 which involved the Israelis’, Palestinians and the Lebanese. In ‘83 the U.S. bombarded Lebanon and
then a few weeks later a U.S. marine barracks in Beirut was blown up by suicide truck bombs a couple of times. So there was no way I was going to go to the Middle East with so much turmoil and unrest.
I have always said, “The first time I ever ate kiwi was on a bed with a bunch of Arabs!” I know that statement allows the imagination to go a bit wild but it was with this family so not such a shocking event
an excerpt from "And I thought I'd be a nun"
All I can say is WOW......This book had me from the very first chapter. I actually went back and read the book a second time for fear I had read it so fast the first time, that perhaps I had missed something.
Wow. What a story! As soon as I started reading the first chapter, I knew I would not want to stop reading.
And I Thought I'd Be A Nun is an amazing story of strength, will, and faith. Georgianne has conquered many demons, those others carried and those she fought. Her story is tragic and amazing, you don't want to miss it. Make sure you have enough uninterrupted time to read, you'll hate to put it down,
This story should be made into a movie. I truly enjoyed it but still cannot believe how she endured all that abuse and madness during her childhood. It is a must read! Loved it!
I was brought to tears many times reading the book, however, always ended up with a smile on my face by some funny situation Georgianne wrote about.
When the book arrived in the mail, I started reading and I did not stop reading even thru daily interruptions, it's a roller coaster ride that keeps you on pins and needles, I went to bed at 3am that morning, like I said I just couldn't stop reading it.
Georgianne Landy-Kordis has written a very forthright and eye opening book. This book is a testament of what was really happening in homes across the country. Things that were swept under the rug and eyes averted to what was happening. It is well written and while sad, for what was done to a child, it becomes a very uplifting read. I would recommend reading this book. Whether you were raised in a big city or small town, these things happened and still do today. It is a great reminder of the strength that is in us all and ours to choose what to do with it. Thanks Georgianne for this and can't wait to read more!
Allen makes his way toward Sheila and excuses her from her listeners.
Excuse us gents.
He takes her aside
Why don't you meet me upstairs in a few minutes?
What? Don't be silly.
I have to have you, Sheila. It's been way too long. I've backed off but I can't wait much longer.
Sheila tries to hide the fact that she is extremely angry and upset at the moment. She takes a drink and nods at her guests.
You're out of your mind.
What was that today?
She looks at him and for a moment confused because she had forgotten grabbing his thigh and the hug between them.
Oh, Allen, I was just excited. Sorry if you got the wrong idea.
Wrong idea, hell. You like to tease. You expect all men to want you.
And they don't?
I have written that book, I was always going to write...Have continued to write..have