Cosby’s reply was every bit as convoluted:

I am prepared to tell this young person the truth about life. I’m not sure that they will come like that. I think that many of them say, “Well, you’re a hypocrite. You say one thing, you say the other.” My point is, okay, listen to me carefully. I’m telling you where the road is out. I’m telling you where, as you’re driving, you’re gonna go into water, and it looks like it might only be three inches deep, but you and your car are gonna go down. Now you wanna go here? Or you wanna be concerned about who’s giving you the message?


Though this resembled some sort of Voight-Kampff test to determine whether you have a conscience, the message was (sort of) clear: You should ignore the many rape allegations against Cosby, if you care at all about your car. Also, that the message is more important than the messenger, even if that message is total gibberish.

Pressed as to whether being accused by more than 40 women of drugging and raping them—in accounts whose graphic details are now permanently etched in the American psyche—might “overshadow” his message about not driving in puddles or whatever, Cosby offered more Dadaist poetry in response. It was a bit like e.e. cummings, if e.e. cummings were accused of multiple counts of rape:

i’ve been in

this business



i’ve never seen


like this

and reality is the situation

and i

i can’t speak

Cosby was also asked, “What would you like your legacy to be?”—a simple question to which Cosby might have answered, “Well, not being an accused serial rapist,” and thereby justified ABC’s claims to have actually gotten somewhere. Instead, he rambled some more about TV shows he wants to make:

I really know about what I want to do tomorrow, in the tomorrows that follow. I have a ton of ideas to put on television for a series about people and their behavior and their love for each other.


No one wants any of Bill Cosby’s ideas.