November 20, 2014

Bill Cosby is all over news and social media for alleged sexual assaults. Alan Chartock asked this morning, on WAMC, what is the thing that draws people to this story, making it go viral?

I don’t know about anyone else, but for me, he was an icon that represented the good in my childhood. My mom had his Wonderfulness album, and we listened to that record over and over until we knew the stories by heart. We would laugh together, as a family, and it was – well – wonderfulness.

I saved my pennies and when he came to Albany, NY, I bought a ticket and went to see him at the Palace Theatre as a birthday present to myself. It felt great to sit in the same room with this man who could make my mother laugh, who unknowingly brought motherly hugs and kisses and tickles to girls who were desperate for their beautiful mother’s love, this woman whose smile could light the Empire State Building.

Even today, just thinking about Tonsils or the Chicken Heart, I feel that happy warmth of those very rare, loving hugs from Mom. But if the news about Bill Cosby is true, then a part of me will know I’m listening to the work of a rapist. My heart and prayers go out to his family and his victim(s).

I know, I know. Whatever he may have done, it doesn’t change the fact that those happy childhood moments did happen; they were real. I’ll probably get over this feeling that those memories are now tainted. But today, my visceral reaction is to wish I could punch this man in the nose for being unable to control his baser instincts. He’s a national family-man icon. He has a responsibility to behave like one, and if he can’t do that, to at least not do anything criminal.

My answer to Chartock’s question is that I’m drawn to the story because I feel betrayed by a public figure I trusted, that the little girl inside of me trusted. It is very hard to lose a childhood hero.