Joseph C. Phillips (Actor From The Cosby Show) Claims Bill Cosby Is Guilty Of Rape And Sexual Assault

Joseph C. Phillips (Actor From The Cosby Show) Claims
Bill Cosby Is Guilty Of Rape And Sexual Assault 
BHR Hollywood Reports..........For many of Bill Cosby's adoring fans, reality is beginning to set that "America's Dad" is far from the stand-up guy that we've known and loved for more than four decades.

Bill Cosby 
Undoubtedly, it's an even tougher pill to swallow for those who've worked closely with the comedian.

Jseph C. Phillips, best known for his role on the Cosby Show as Martin Kendall, the husband of Denise Huxtable, has written a damning post against his TV dad-in-law Bill Cosby.

 In an op-ed written on his blog titled “Of Course Bill Cosby Is Guilty!” the actor turned conservative Christian commentator talks of how he once idolized the comedian and how the litany of recent rape accusations had him second-guessing the integrity of his former hero.

However, what made Phillips certain of Cosby’s guilt is an exchange he had with a former female friend who Cosby once mentored.

He claims she broke down and admitted that she was raped by Cosby years ago.

Phillips wrote:

"I love Bill Cosby! Honestly, that phrase may not be enough to sufficiently describe my feelings for Bill. He was my boyhood idol.

Martin Kendall And
Denise Huxtable
 His influence on my life has been profound. I owe much of who I am to Bill Cosby, so the idea of love seems to fall short of exactly how I feel. 

It may be that I need more than one word: Adulation! Regard! Devotedness! And yet, I remain inarticulate.

While growing up, I watched everything Bill Cosby did. My father had several of his comedy albums; I memorized them backwards and forwards.

 Bill was one of two comics that I imitated and memorized. Richard Pryor was the other. I owe my sense of humor to Bill Cosby. 

However, for me, Bill Cosby was more than a comedian. Bill was my idea of a great man – a great Black man!  He was good looking, talented, smart, and he was fearless.

 The Cos was a ladies man, but also good father and husband – devoted to his wife and children.  Bill was educated; he collected art and was fluent in jazz. 

After my father, Bill Cosby was the man I aspired to be.

 Few get an opportunity to meet their idol, much less work with them. I was blessed in that regard, and even more blessed that I found my idol as clever, kind, and brilliant as I had imagined.

In 2014 a series of accusations hit the public consciousness.

 A number of women stepped forward to claim that the great Bill Cosby had behaved inappropriately with them – groping, propositioning, and exposing himself.

Bill Cosby 
 There were also a number of women who leveled far more serious accusations. These women claimed that Bill had drugged them and had sex with them while they were unconscious. 

On the street and in the courtroom, that is called rape.

As the story broke, I had dozens of people reach out to me asking me if the stories were true. I was low man on the totem pole.

 I can’t imagine how inundated with inquiries were Malcolm Jamal Warner or Phylicia Rashad. It must have been hell for them.

 It was no picnic for me. Everyone wanted to know if my idol was guilty.

When I joined the cast of the Cosby Show in 1989, it seemed to be common knowledge that Bill played around. 

When I say common knowledge, I mean that it was just something that people seemed to know without anyone saying anything. Bill sleeping around was a 'fact' that, like, the air, seemed to just be. You didn’t have to see it or hear it to know that it existed."

He Continued:

As we spoke, I recalled that Bill had been her mentor (play father, teacher…something. I couldn’t quite recall what it was).  The question popped into my head.
Joseph C. Phillips

“Hey, do you mind if I ask you something?”

She looked at me and then asked, “Is it going to make me cry?”

I was a bit taken aback. “Well,” I stammered. “I hope it doesn’t make you cry.”

She smiled. “Go ahead and ask your question.”

“Back in the day,” I started. “I remember that you knew Bill – that he was like your mentor or something. Did he ever…”

Before I finished the sentence, she began to cry.

We spent the next two hours sitting on a bench talking. Through tears, she told me her story. She cursed him for violating both her trust and her body. 

She cursed herself for not being smarter, and for degrading herself in pursuit of success. I listened patiently. As she began to run out of steam, she turned to me. “Do you believe me?”

“Yes.” I said. “I believe you.”

“Why?” she asked.

“Because I know you can be a bit ditzy, but I don’t believe that you are crazy and only a crazy person would sit with me all this time and share a fantasy.”


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