Bill Cosby is not going down without a fight. At least that’s the message the legendary comic seems to be sending to the dozens of women who have accused him of sexual assault.
The latest allegation came just last week, when Katherine McKee accused Cosby of raping her while she was dating his friend Sammy Davis, Jr. in the 1970s.
As is the case with most of the other charges, Cosby cannot be prosecuted for the alleged assault on McKee, as the alleged incident took place outside of the statute of limitations for sex crimes.
Even so, the LAPD is reportedly looking into every woman’s claims. Perhaps not surprisingly, Cosby is fighting back with his own privately-funded counter-investigation.
The New York Post claims to have an insider’s account of what Cosby told his team of elite PIs during a recent meeting:
“If you’re going to say to the world that I did this to you, then the world needs to know, ‘What kind of person are you? Who’s the person that’s saying this?'” Cosby reportedly said.
“You can’t say I put something in your coffee, threw you in a cab, and then you go on and live a high-profile life, a famous life, and you never complain.”
That last quote refers to accusations made by Beverly Johnson.
Johnson went on to have a successful career as “the first black supermodel,” but she alleges that before she was famous, she fought Cosby off after he drugged her in his home.
Of course, the character assassination campaign that Cosby has launched against these women serves as a reminder of exactly why so many of them might have waited several decades to come forward with their stories:
It’s a terrifying thing to accuse someone of rape, particularly when that person has access to limitless resources that can be used to dredge up your most painful or embarrassing secrets.
Instead of hiring his own team of detectives, Cosby could easily use the same amount of money to set up a fund for his victims, thus taking a tiny step toward making this awful situation somewhat better, but that might be seen as admitting blame, and the only thing Dr. Huxtable will admit to is a crippling love of pudding pops.
Zip-zoppity! He’s terrible!