What will it take for Hollywood to embrace Rose McGowan?

If not for her, Harvey Weinstein might still be the most powerful man in the film industry. As McGowan writes in her new memoir “Brave,” it was she who began alluding to Weinstein back in 2016, on Twitter, as the studio head who raped her. She is Patient Zero in the groundswell of reporting that exposed Weinstein last fall. Without McGowan, we might never have heard from Ashley Judd, Salma Hayek, Mira Sorvino, or the more than 80 women who have since accused Weinstein of rape, sexual abuse, harassment, stalking, spying or blackballing.

Yet as A-list actresses mobilize behind Time’s Up and #MeToo, they have pointedly left McGowan behind.

While Judd and Hayek were invited guests at the Golden Globes, seated shoulder to shoulder, McGowan was nowhere to be found, her name not uttered once from the stage — even though nearly every actress wore black in solidarity with Time’s Up. Same at the SAG Awards nearly two weeks ago: Not one actress mentioned McGowan.

Will Hollywood ignore McGowan at this year’s Oscars too? The newly relevant ceremony that no longer has accused sexual harasser Casey Affleck presenting Best Actress, let alone attending? The peer group that killed accused harasser James Franco’s expected Oscar nomination?

Vanity Fair airbrushed Franco out of their January 2018 Hollywood cover and stuck a small profile of McGowan inside. How was Rose McGowan not on that cover? What person has done more to change Hollywood in recent memory?

She is not an easy person, and to read her memoir is to understand why. McGowan was born into the Children of God cult in 1975 and had a brutal, feral upbringing. This is the same cult River and Joaquin Phoenix were raised in for a time. Among other vile abuses, the cult reportedly encourages children to have sex, sometimes with their own family members, from the age of 4.

Though her family eventually escaped the cult, McGowan’s life didn’t get much better. She writes of parental abuse, neglect and abandonment. By age 10, McGowan had been bounced around the United States to live with relatives she’d never met.

For a time, she winds up with her mother and her mother’s new boyfriend Lawrence, who once made McGowan watch as he beat her 3-year-old brother bloody.

He beat McGowan, too, but she’d already been through so much, she felt older than her years. “Now I look at ten-year-olds and think, Jesus, they’re small,” she writes. “I was small.”

At 15, she emancipated herself and lived on the streets, hustling for work. When she was discovered by a Hollywood producer five years later, McGowan suddenly had her Cinderella ending — or so it seemed. She soon realizes that here, too, was a world where young women were sexualized and degraded in the name of art.

Hollywood, she writes, was just another cult.

When McGowan emerges from Weinstein’s hotel room in 1997 after his alleged assault, she realizes that most everyone knew he was a rapist. She tells her co-star Ben Affleck, who allegedly replied, “Goddamn it. I told him to stop doing that.” McGowan writes of telling her female manager, who urged McGowan to think of it as a net positive for her career.

She then writes of telling another powerful manager, who said, “Goddamn it, I just had an exposé about him killed in the L.A. Times; he owes it to me not to do this.” She spent days vomiting and fantasizing about dying. She heard that Weinstein was telling studios and producers not to hire her, that she was difficult and unstable.

“People think you can get over being assaulted,” McGowan writes. “It’s very, very hard to get rid of, because a large part of you, the you that was whole, has been murdered . . . I’m now a live body carrying a deadened spirit around, and it’s allowed to go unpunished. Everyone just wants it to go away so they can feel better. But what about us? How do we feel better?”

Hollywood may have punished Weinstein — in exile, his career over — but in many ways they’re punishing McGowan too. Yes, she speaks critically of an industry she sees as complicit. Yes, she sometimes names names. Yes, she can be difficult.

But McGowan started this fight. She deserves an invitation to the table. At the very least, some brave, gainfully employed actress might actually speak her name and maybe even thank her on Oscar night.