Like everyone else did, I read about Bill Cosby’s being sentenced to 3-10 years in state prison for sexual assault, and his eating a pudding cup as part of his first meal as an inmate. I also finally figured out the word to describe my own feelings about the whole Bill Cosby situation: disappointment. I am not angry over Cosby’s conduct. I am not sad about Cosby’s conduct. But I am very disappointed over Cosby’s conduct.
After all, I was part of a generation of kids that practically grew up with Bill Cosby, and his very wholesome brand of education and entertainment. His stand-up comedy was mostly about his family and his children. We watched Fat Albert and the Cosby Kids, where, in the opening, Cosby indicated that, “If you’re not careful, you may learn something before it’s done.” We watched Picture Pages, where Cosby taught us about math and other subjects with friend Mortimer Ichabod Marker. Cosby also had a long relationship with the folks on Sesame Street, making many appearances there. We then watched The Cosby Show, which was a wholesome comedy about a successful family, and ensuring that the children were positioned for their own success. The final episode was about a college graduation, after all, driving home that heavy emphasis on education. He also released a book, Fatherhood, during this period. And then Cosby was all over the commercials during this period as well, pitching Jell-O gelatin, Jell-O pudding, Kodak film (“No seal? Who knows!”), and EF Hutton, among others. All of those wholesome and family-oriented roles caused him to develop a public reputation as a father figure. We all looked up to Bill Cosby, because he had made himself as someone worthy of looking up to, as a successful father of five, a strong proponent of education, and from all appearances, an all-around nice guy.
That Cosby, in the end, turned out to be a grade-A scumbag, is just disappointing, and felt like a punch to the gut. “America’s Dad” turned out to be a dangerous sexual predator. There’s a certain feeling of disappointment and betrayal that comes with it, discovering that a role model is anything but. We all looked up to him, and then soon discovered that he was not worthy of our respect. Watching his fall from grace is a sad reminder that people are not always who we think that they are, and that Cosby’s wholesome public image was merely a facade over an absolutely despicable person. Cosby will likely be remembered not for the work that made him famous, but as the scumbag who drugged and sexually assaulted many women over several decades. And that’s how he should be remembered, because that sort of conduct is inexcusable. No more love for Cosby, as the real Cosby is a person that is not worthy of admiration and who lost everyone’s respect. Sigh…