“The 80s & 90s were mad crazy wild. Models and actors are like stilettos and short dresses–always together. Beverly is sweet, but, I’ve known Bill Cosby for decades and if he were inappropriate with models it would had spread through the industry like a wild fire. Bill and his amazing wife Camille have always been wonderful and generous to me and David. I know Bev and we were close at that time and she would had told me if he tried to drug and rape her. I remember her being upset for not getting a part with Cosby’s production company. I think they told her she was a bit to sexy; not quiet wholesome enough and lack acting experience. Now, she was upset at the time and after a week or so, she was fine. Also, all of us would continue to see each other at events and parties (The Cosby’s, Bev, David and I) and laugh our butts off.
Also, the industry is so small at the top–the Beverly I know would have had Bill arrested on the spot. I have to agree with Whoopi, Beverly and Bill Cosby simply doesn’t make sense. In conclusion, I know tons of top model friends who have met and worked with Bill an have auditioned for projects and nothing happened. Once again, we are a close group of models and the shit would had hit the fan if Bill Cosby were drugging and assaulting women. In those days, everyone was sleeping with everyone and drugs were apart of a models diet.
As far as the Playboy mansion… no way would they let a 15 year old enter the mansion. Hugh has serious security at the gate. Hugh has never had legal issues at the mansion and that’s why his secruity has aways been top notch..” Iman
Supermodel Beverly Johnson appeared on The View this morning to discuss the recent Vanity Fair article in which she alleges that Bill Cosby drugged her in the mid ’80s at the height of The Cosby Show. Naturally, this meant bumping heads with The View‘s resident rape apologist, Whoopi
As Johnson wrote in Vanity Fair,
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?”
I recall his seething anger at my tirade and then him grabbing me by my left arm hard and yanking all 110 pounds of me down a bunch of stairs as my high heels clicked and clacked on every step. I feared my neck was going to break with the force he was using to pull me down those stairs.
[…] When we reached the front door, he pulled me outside of the brownstone and then, with his hand still tightly clenched around my arm, stood in the middle of the street waving down taxis.
When one stopped, Cosby opened the door, shoved me into it and slammed the door behind me without ever saying a word.
Johnson repeated her account on The View and was, despite the occasional nervous stumbling over her words, very straightforward about the events that allegedly occurred in Bill Cosby’s brownstone. Still, Goldberg, Cosby’s friend and frequent victim doubter, could not wrap her head around what went down.