Let’s see how Bill Cosby‘s high-priced lawyer Marty Singer tries to shield his client from this one.
The headline is sickeningly familiar: “Bill Cosby Drugged Me. This Is My Story.” So is the routine of the entertainer, in this particular alleged case in the mid-1980s, of asking a female guest to audition in pretend-drunk fashion.
However, the byline is something altogether new. It belongs to an African-American as impactful on their corner of the entertainment industry as Cosby has been on his.
From the top of supermodel Beverly Johnson‘s devastating Vanity Fair essay:
As I thought of going public with what follows, a voice in my head kept whispering, “Black men have enough enemies out there already, they certainly don’t need someone like you, an African-American with a familiar face and a famous name, fanning the flames.”
Johnson goes on to write that because she had done her fair share of partying in the 1970s, she knew by the second sip of that fancy home-brewed cappuccino that she’d “been drugged — and drugged good.”
Do the right things, Mr. Cosby. Stop pretending like none of this ever happened; start figuring out how to make financial reparations; and stop those preposterous $800-an-hour denials.
Previously on FishbowlNY:
Beverly Johnson Recalls a Very Skeptical Newsstand Guy
[Photo of Johnson at November 19, 2014 Ebony Power 100 gala: Helga Esteb/Shutterstock.com]