Dear Bill Cosby: Some Scary Shit
Dear Bill Cosby, I watched your depiction of a black man as I grew up. I sometimes wished you were my father: playful, smart, something big in life. I watched the way you watched television and ate healthily at the demand of your wife. I particularly enjoyed the way you handled Rudy and Olivia. Now that I am older I know that you are not that man, you are an actor. Even then when my mother or someone told me that you were a comedian I despaired; because, your humour was so slight, so quiet. I did not get it especially against other Black comedians later I was able to realize that it was because other black comedians were very loud and distracting. Your Huxtable character was amenable and sweet and real. I drank your koolaid. Thank you. There was an interview you did with Oprah Winfrey, years after, that made me think of OJ Simpson. It was the interview where I watched you mourn the death of your son. Your only son. I felt real pain for you then. I wondered then, if you wo...