Bill Cosby-Separating the art from the artist

   The statute of limitations ran out for me another life time ago...fear was my drug, darkness was my escape...darkness, the place where i was robbed of innocence...tick tock...every 2 minutes a woman is sexually assaulted...we usually know our attackers...we begin this journey of anger, shame, denial, fear, nightmares, healing, rising, speaking out, coming into our power...I saw Bill Cosby at the father figure I wanted...I wanted to live in the family brownstone...I wanted his guidance...I wanted his wisdom...I wanted his fatherly embrace...for those 30 minutes I felt safe...He is one of the greatest comedic storytellers of our time...I have no more laughter for him...I can only stand side by side with the women whose mind, bodies and souls were stolen and who are now in their truth...Their courage...Their healing...My heart applauds them...

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