Obama and Former ‘Cosby Show’ Actor Call Out Cosby

President Barack Obama called a spade a spade when it came to Bill Cosby’s longstanding allegations and his recent admission of purchasing drugs to give women for sex.

At a press conference Wednesday, the president said, “If you give a woman, or a man, a drug then have sex with that person without consent, that’s rape.”

Women’s right groups want Cosby’s Medal of Freedom given to the comedian by former president George W. Bush, snatched back by the White House.

Obama confirmed, however, there’s no “mechanism” for revoking the medal.

The man in the highest office in the land isn’t the only person calling out Cosby. One of the comedy icon’s “Cosby Show” cast mates breaks silence, too!


Joseph C. Phillips, known on the popular show as Denise Huxtables’ husband and for his role in classic, Strictly Business, wrote an essay calling Cosby guilty.

Phillips says he recalls an “unending parade of pretty young women that streamed through the studio.” Once Cosby’s allegations went public, Phillips writes he ran into an old female friend who was mentored by Cosby.

Read an excerpt of Phillips’ account:

I was particularly shaken the afternoon I bumped into an old friend while shopping. The controversy was at its height. The story of Bill was all over the press. I hadn’t seen this woman for many years.  Back in the day, I had asked her out on a few dates, but was relegated to the friend zone so fast it made my ears wiggle.  We had kept in touch for a few years, but our lives had taken different paths. Over the years, I had watched with a passive interest as her career grew, so I was excited to see her and catch up a bit.

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.

“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.”



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