An article worth reading, if nothing else, for the complexities of the charges leveled against a man who, if guilty, should be drawn and quartered.
I met Mr. Cosby on two occasions, having worked on one of his shows. He’s an imposing man, tall…burly, who walks, like my friend Camille likes to say, dick first.
One of the things I remember was how he belittled the young (white) director in front of the whole cast and crew. Why? I imagine just because he could. It was his show after all and in the world of filmmaking, that gives you the right to abuse.
The funny thing about witnessing bad behavior of the famous is, that’s what you remember about them, more than their talent. Cruelty crows, doesn’t matter how many awards you get, so his comedy, considered groundbreaking, has lost pulp.
I recall how the women always got smiles and preferential treatment, me included, even though I wasn’t very coveted, thank God. He just liked a harem around him using his charm to insure it…merely a thin girl’s theory, but a pretty good one.
The piece in Vanity Fair recaps the multiple allegations from 35 different women claiming he drugged them in order to have sex while they were barely conscious.
Many of the women are models and actresses one could doubt. I actually know a couple whose credibility I’d indeed question. But this couldn’t apply to all of them, who woke up in the morning, shellshocked and sore having been used like a sexual tinker toy.
But the person who speaks to me the loudest is Camille, his wife of 52 years who, not only stays by his side, but never moans or whimpers. They have 5 children together, a son, Ennis, at 27, tragically murdered in 1997.
So I can’t imagine what it must be like for this woman to have to endure the scandal of her husband’s alleged conduct. I use the word alleged purposely, since this is America remember, and one is innocent till proven guilty.
But William Henry Cosby Jr., in his 77th Year, such a leader of his time, indeed may be headed for the slammer.