In my younger years, I was always the one down for a protest. I remember causing an uproar in my high school African American History class because I told my teacher I didn’t think she could teach me anything about the subject because she was white. I was wrong. She was one of the best instructors I’ve ever had, partly because she wasn’t upset by my declaration and instead, engaged me in a conversation about why I felt the way I did. She validated my concerns.
In college, it was the OJ trial which was only a few years after the Rodney King case and the L.A. Riots. I spent many days debating guilt, innocence and the power of the upper class in the King Cultural Center at the University of Kentucky.
But after graduating, things slowed down for a while. If I’m honest, I became an individualist. I had my own life to live, right? Injustice wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, no matter how much I protested. Admittedly, there was and is a kind a self-preservation at work here. I have a family to consider. A husband. A daughter. Plus, as a writer, I have learned how to deftly write my protest which feels like the best of both worlds.
But the impetus to stand up and shout is still there. I stood with other Philadelphians in the historic Love Park and protested the kidnapping of hundreds of girls in Nigeria by Boko Haram. The murders of Trayvon Martin and Michael Brown had me itching to go to Sanford and Ferguson and I would have, had I not made the mistake of looking into the big brown eyes of a certain toddler.
And sure, my proclivity for activism, even the lightweight versions of late, is definitely driven by my desire for justice and equality, love and peace in this world. But I also think it was driven by this sense that I should stand on the side of right no matter the cost. No matter who had the power, money, or prestige to make an issue go away, justice had to win. Love had to win.
Then comes Bill Cosby and the mess.
I loved this guy. At least, as much as anyone loves a celebrity whose comedy and roles played an integral part of their childhood. Like many children in the 80s and 90s, I looked forward to meeting with the Huxtables every Thursday night at 8pm and found affirmation in their family. Rudy was like my little cousin. Vanessa, my age counterpart, was like my best friend. Theo was my crush. Denise was my super cool, funky-dressing big sister. Sandra was the intellectual I aspired to be. And Claire was my uber-fabulous, side-eye-giving Auntie.
So when I first heard about the allegations against Cosby years ago, I chose not to listen. I chose to ignore what I was hearing through the grapevine as a writer. Or as a resident of the metro Philly area. I said what everyone else said, “They probably just want his money.” It was easier to say this then to reconcile the iconic image I held so dear with the one that was taking shape. So the recent resurgence of these allegations has certainly created a kind of dissonance for me and many others. Particularly in the African American community. We hope that it’s all a lie even when it increasingly appears likely that it isn’t. And for the most part, we hope it’s a lie because, as a friend so aptly noted, there is this narrative we’ve created that makes Bill Cosby, the man, inextricably linked to The Cosby Show and Cliff Huxtable, the character. The show was wholesome and at its core taught us lessons about honesty and integrity and—dare I say it—faithfulness. To see Bill as the opposite of those virtues, challenges us in a way we weren’t ready for.
And yet, this is not the same narrative often applied to those who accuse a man so revered and powerful of rape. In fact, it’s amazing to me how the phrase innocent until proven guilty is so quickly wielded on behalf of those we have set up on pedestals of righteousness, and yet the victim is often guilty (of lying or worse) until proven innocent. By the way, this is clearly the intent of anyone who dares to say, “Well why did she wait so long?”
So here’s the thing: Bill Cosby is not Cliff Huxtable. The same way Denzel Washington is not Det. Alonzo Harris (Training Day) and Kerry Washington is not Olivia Pope. These are images. Characters who are, by no means, monolithic. The Huxtables were carefully crafted fictions. Sure…maybe Cliff was a projection of who Bill would have liked to have been. It’s possible. We, as creators, do that sometimes. The characters in my books are often minor projections of my best and worst selves. But be clear: we are not one and the same.
Writer Ta-nehisi Coates alluded to this dissonance in an article for The Atlantic. “A defense of Cosby requires that one believe that several women have decided to publicly accuse one of the most powerful men in recent Hollywood history of a crime they have no hope of seeing prosecuted, and for which they are seeking no damages. The alternative is to see one of the most celebrated public fathers of our time, and one of the great public scourges of black morality, revealed as a serial rapist.”
Maybe reality TV has made this issue such a vague, gray area for us. It’s confused our perspectives a bit. Real people are now characters on television whose real lives are very much intertwined with the roles they play on our screens.
And yes, maybe another reason African Americans are so hard-pressed to indict Cosby is because the Cosby Show most certainly filled a void on television. Images of successful black families were rare. The show was either identifiable or aspirational depending on which side of the tracks you lived on. Nevertheless, it doesn’t change the fact that these were actors doing their job, nothing more. Whether their personal character rose to the level of their fictional counterparts is mostly unknown.
Except for Bill. The evidence is mounting that clearly his did/does not.
So yes, I get it. I understand the reluctance to let go of Cliff and by extension, Bill. The unwillingness to detach the fiction from the real in this case. But for the sake of young girls everywhere who need to know that they will be believed no matter who their perpetrators are, we must. We must be resolute in separating the character of a man from the characters he plays, in order to see our way clear to the truth. We must stand on the side of right–no matter who or what is on the opposing side. Even when it hurts. Even when it messes with the well-crafted images and narratives we’ve set up in our minds about a person. Even when “wrong” is wealthy and powerful.
Legacies built on even the most wonderful of lies must die.
73 Replies to “Setting the Narrative Free: Bill Cosby Is NOT Cliff Huxtable”
Hi EVERYONE! Thank you so much for your comments on this post. I’m so overwhelmed with the response. I appreciate every one of your thoughts on the subject. Blessings to you all!
I had a couple thoughts about your post.
1. Isn’t it possible, probable, that Cliff is the product of Bill wanting to be respectable?
2. Is there any reason to condemn the non-crimial work of a rapist? Is Led Zeppelin any less groundbreaking because Jimmy Page was a perv? Is JD Sallinger any less a writer because he slept with a bunch of teenaged, barely legal girls? How about white supremacist Winston Churchill, do we diminish his work against the Nazis? Is the theory of relativity diminished by the fact that Einstein gave his wife syphilis and abandoned his daughter?
3. What is justice?
Thanks for the thought provoking article,
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Eloquently stated! I, too, did not want to believe these allegations. Unfortunately, I do not believe that all these women would “create” such fabricated stories…..I sincerely pray that he’ll have the integrity to admit his wrong-doing and take ownership for what he has done…..
Thank you hun, I keep telling folks the same exact words. One is a fictional character and the other is a flawed man.
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I’ve been sitting on the fence about this issue as I do with any case that gets “tried” in the media. I sit on the fence reasoning that I don’t know these people, I’m not privy to the police investigation and the hard facts. I work in the justice sector and I’m often reminded that fact and what shows up in the media are irreconcilably different and for this reason, I always reserve judgement. On the other hand, being on the inside and seeing people who don’t know each other, tell nearly identical stories, lead me to believe there must be truth in the allegations. This sure does feel like the latter.
And you’re right, I have to separate the fictional character from the real.
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Once again you have aligned the matter of Bill Cosby with truth that resonates to my very core! I needed the proof so I could release myself from the Cliff Huxatble limbo I created in my mind for Bill Cosby! I am disappointed in him and for the sake of women everywhere who will be questioned about their integrity and their truth I’m such matters, glad to see the his truth come out!
So glad it was his words that exposed him! Glad these precious women have been proved to be truthful in their plight. Thanks again Tracey for peeling back the skin to help me understand I was looking for Cliff not Bill!