Last night the big Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation gala at the Marriott Marquis had an endless program of award-giving to the likes of Meryl Streep and Bob Woodruff. But notes an attendee: Whenever the guests could get up and mingle amid all this honoring, a "a big black guy" in a tan suit would emerge from the side of the room and stand behind Anne Hathaway and her scandal-ridden boyfriend, Raffaello Follieri. Did Meryl Streep have a bodyguard? No. Did Diane Sawyer, Barbara Walters or Robin Williams? God no. And we've seen the delightful Ms. Hathaway out and about plenty, and she does just fine without any security. "The weird thing," writes our spy, "was no one was approaching the guy anyway and, since it was a multiple-thousand dollar-a-plate event, my money is on the off-chance that it is not terribly likely that a crazed Raffaello fan will get through security, secrete a razor blade from his sphincter and slit his throat." Oh, I dunno. We wouldn't put that past any of the people the young Italian has apparently done wrong—least of all the Pope, Ron Burkle and Bill Clinton.