When I was a kid my parents had The Best of Bill Cosby on record. I wore that vinyl out playing it over and over. I memorized the bits. I bought all the cassettes I could find. I have vague memories of Fat Albert on Saturday morning. And some movie where he played the devil. And The Cosby Show. I wanted to be Bill Cosby when I grew up.
Has any other beloved celebrity fallen as far as Cosby? I mean he was universally considered to be a genuinely nice guy. He was America’s Dad.
Oh yeah, I feel the same way. I grew up on the Himself special. I can recite a lot of the “chocolate cake for breakfast” part from memory I saw it so many times. And I will never, ever watch it again. I hate it because we’ve basically had to abandon a great talent, but it’s necessary. The same with Woody Allen and Roman Polanski. Put all of their work in a vault, seal it up and let future generations decide how they are to be remembered.
“It is disappointing to see that these alleged distractors are able to monetize false allegations against Mr. Cosby,” Andrew Wyatt, a rep for Cosby, tells Rolling Stone. “Even more disturbing, the Merson Law Firm (New York City) decided to incite this lynching of this American Citizen. I am reminded of a photo a man hanging from a tree burning, as the plantation owner hosted a barbecue and party for the slaves as this Black Man was being roasted alive, without the sheer facts of any evidence, proof, truth or facts