Beverly Johnson is accusing Bill Cosby of drugging her in the 1980s. The Supermodel writes in Vanity Fair that she tried to confront Cosby about the alleged incident.
Another day – another damning testimony. As the list expands, it’s becoming apparent that embattled comedian, Bill Cosby most likely won’t rise from the ashes any time soon.
Beverly Johnson, who is best known for being the first Black model to grace the cover of Vogue, recently confessed to Vanity Fair, that she was drugged and physically attacked in Cosby’s home while auditioning for a part on The Cosby Show back in the mid-80’s.
Johnson says that she was reluctant to share her story because of the stigma Black men carry, “Black men have enough enemies out there already, they certainly don’t need someone like me, and African-American with a familiar face and a famous name, fanning the flames.”
In fact, as I thought of going public with what follows, a voice in my head kept whispering, “Black men have enough enemies out there already, they certainly don’t need someone like you, an African American with a familiar face and a famous name, fanning the flames.”
The former supermodel, recounts how her agent contacted her about a small role on The Cosby Show. She met with the comedian twice before he attempted to assault her. Once during the taping of the show, and the other meeting took place at his home, with her young daughter present.
Here’s an excerpt from Vanity Fair:
Now let me explain this: I was a top model during the 70s, a period when drugs flowed at parties and photo shoots like bottled water at a health spa. I’d had my fun and experimented with my fair share of mood enhancers. I knew by the second sip of the drink Cosby had given me that I’d been drugged-and drugged good.
My head became woozy, my speech became slurred, and the room began to spin nonstop. Cosby motioned for me to come over to him as though we were really about to act out the scene. He put his hands around my waist, and I managed to put my hand on his shoulder in order to steady myself.
As I felt my body go completely limp, my brain switched into automatic-survival mode. That meant making sure Cosby understood that I knew exactly what was happening at that very moment.
“You are a motherfucker aren’t you?”
That’s the exact question I yelled at him as he stood there holding me, expecting me to bend to his will. I rapidly called him several more “motherfuckers.” By the fifth, I could tell that I was really pissing him off. At one point he dropped his hands from my waist and just stood there looking at me like I’d lost my mind.
The next time she met with Cosby turned out to be a chaotic scene. She details the entire incident to Vanity Fair and from what can be deciphered – the model, despite being under the influence of the drug she was given managed to stand her ground and put up quite a fight to escape the unthinkable.
Johnson felt the need for solidarity, “I couldn’t sit back and watch the other women be vilified and shamed for something I knew was true”.