I didn’t have a father growing up. The father I created was an amalgam of advertising images and Dr. Huxtable.
So it’s understandable for fans to reflexively want to protect Cosby by casting doubt on his accusers. We aren’t used to seeing monsters who don’t look like monsters. Cosby is a complicated villain who made an entire industry complicit in his sex crimes. It’s now clear Bill Cosby, the man, is more fit for a Shakespeare drama than a half-hour situation comedy.
If you talk to people in the Cosby-sphere (which I have), his assaulting women has been an open secret for a very long time. So forgive me for not calling him an alleged rapist. He’s an enabled rapist.
One victim is a crime – more than 30 is a criminal enterprise. And just like in the mob, if you’re an earner, you’re protected. The moment Cosby was no longer bankable, the allegations suddenly stuck.
I commend those responsible for canceling Cosby’s new projects after more than a dozen women came forward. A Cosby crony, former NBC employee Frank Scotti, told the Daily News he paid off women for the comedian in the 1980s. Besides Scotti, there are plenty of others who knew this was going on and did nothing. Those who at best looked the other way and at worst supplied the family friendly fraud with young girls.
As a television viewing public, once we get past not believing three-dozen women and finally admit Cosby is a serial rapist, the next phase is even more uncomfortable. It’s realizing there’s an industry we love and admire that fostered, promoted and profited off a Cosby. Who was going to stop the gravy train just because a couple of models got hurt? Apparently no one.