So we compromised: I would raise the allegations, but only in a single question late in the interview. And I called the author, reporter to reporter, to let him know what was coming.
He seemed startled when I brought it up. I was the first to ask about it, he said. He paused for a long time, then asked if it was really necessary.
On air, he said he’d looked into the allegations and they didn’t check out. Today, the number of accusers has risen to 60. Despite Dylan Farrow’s damning allegations of sexual abuse, the director of Cannes’ opening film today remains beloved by stars, paid by Amazon and rarely interrogated by media as his son, Ronan Farrow, writes about the culture of acquiescence surrounding his father. There’s no obligation to mention them. These were the objections from a producer at my network.
And reporters covering Cosby have been forced to examine decades of omissions, of questions unasked, stories untold. I am one of those reporters — I’m ashamed of that interview. Some reporters have drawn connections between the press’ grudging evolution on Cosby and a painful chapter in my own family’s history.