As Someone Raised on Bill Cosby, I Feel No Joy in Writing About His Alleged Crimes

Those who believe that black writers are out to take down someone who was once everyone’s favorite TV dad fail to realize that no one is happy about any of this.

Bill Cosby leaves the courthouse in Elkins Park, Pa., on Dec. 30, 2015, after his arraignment on charges of aggravated indecent assault for an alleged incident that took place in 2004—the first criminal charge filed against the actor after dozens of women claimed sexual abuse.
Bill Cosby leaves the courthouse in Elkins Park, Pa., on Dec. 30, 2015, after his arraignment on charges of aggravated indecent assault for an alleged incident that took place in 2004—the first criminal charge filed against the actor after dozens of women claimed sexual abuse. KENA BETANCUR/AFP/Getty Images

My parents forced me to have a crush on Rudy Huxtable.

Now, I realize how that might read. I can imagine people picturing a dictatorial and deranged mother and father tying an 8-year-old me to a chair when The Cosby Show came on and forcing me to chant, “I will crush on Rudy Huxtable” while being lightly (but forcefully) rapped on the ankle with a ruler. But it wasn’t that serious.

Instead, when we’d watch the show together, they’d tease me whenever she’d appear on-screen (“Ooooh, look, Damon. Your girlfriend is on TV”). And this—the teasing, not Rudy—would make me blush. But it happened so frequently that I became conditioned to reflexively blush when she’d appear. And since the 8-year-old me wasn’t sophisticated or self-aware enough to separate those feelings, I just started crushing on her, too. Basically, my parents turned me into one of Pavlov’s dogs.

This is just one of the dozens of Cosby-related memories I can share. I could talk about how it was the first show my parents and I watched together. I had my favorite shows (Thundercats, DuckTales, You Can’t Do That on Television, etc.) and they had theirs, but Cosby was the first show I remember being appointment viewing for all three of us.

I could talk about how I wanted a Gordon Gartrell shirt. Or perhaps how I was fascinated by the swinging door connecting their living room to their kitchen, and how having a house with a staircase in the kitchen became a goal of mine. Or even how, even as a toddler, I sensed that Lisa Bonet’s Denise just didn’t quite fit with the rest of the family, like a pair of flip-flops sitting among a gaggle of Nikes.

Of course, while these memories are unique to me, having these types of memories about The Cosby Show is not unique at all. It was, unquestionably, the most popular, iconic and influential show created by and featuring black people ever to air on TV. And I’m certain many of you reading this could share similar recollections. Especially if you, like me, grew up in the ’80s. It was ubiquitous. It was inspirational. It was aspirational. And it was funny.

This—that The Cosby Show, first and foremost, was a comedy that worked—seems to get lost in conversations about the show’s importance and legacy. Perhaps it wasn’t as raucously absurd as Martin or as subversive and darkly satirical as In Living Color. But while Cosby might have been “white bread,” it wasn’t stale. The setups worked, the timing was impeccable and the casting was near-perfect. And it all derived from the vision of Bill Cosby.

I thought about this yesterday while reading that Cosby would face criminal charges for allegedly drugging and sexually assaulting Andrea Constand—one of the dozens of women who’ve accused Cosby of similar crimes. It stayed on my mind while watching this old-man “perp walk,” and it continued to fester when I saw his mug shot.

Then I thought about the dozens of black writers, editors, reporters and bloggers who grew up on Cosby as I did. Those whose memories of the show are just as vivid as mine. Who considered both the show and Bill Cosby to be as iconic as I did. And who have, because of the unfathomably evil crimes Cosby has been accused of—and because of what seems to be the utter lack of reasonable doubt about his guilt—produced work about this evil.

People who, like me, have written about Cosby’s crimes and how foolish and dangerous it is to dismiss these allegations as the product of some sort of conspiracy. People who’ve appeared on talk shows and panels to speak about him. People who’ve served as editors for magazines that featured his forever-shattered image on their covers.

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