I guess I am remembering that barbershop and the new, painful way that I think of it today – Was I listening to the victims play their accordions as I got my haircut? Did my cherished memory take place within their nightmare? – because of Bill Cosby’s conviction for sexual assault last week.
All the talent, the humor, the acting career, the good vibes and inspiration that had been the Cosby brand over decades were now dissolved in a rancid revelation of the most sordid and sad kind.
The question naturally arises how many of the warning signs of a troubled personality were present all along.
New York Magazine’s cover article with its compelling photo of 35 of Bill Cosby’s “date rate” victims and a 36th empty chair for all those who have not been identified (or brave enough to speak out about it openly) puts into grim visual focus the magnitude of the moral crash that has permanently eclipsed the Cos’s career and accomplishment.