Cindra Ladd Accuses Bill Cosby of Rape, Shuts Down Apologists

Cindra Ladd, former entertainment executive and wife of prominent Hollywood producer Alan Ladd Jr., is the latest Bill Cosby accuser to come forward in an essay for the Huffington Post where she not only details the night she was allegedly raped by Cosby, but shuts down horseshit arguments about why none of these women went to the police in the early 1970s. Which at this point requires handpuppets if you don’t fucking get it by now:

For more than 45 years I have tried to recall exactly what happened that night. To this day it remains a blur. I have a vague recollection of feeling like I was floating while walking through Times Square and watching some kind of Japanese samurai movie with him. I don’t remember where the theater was nor very much of the evening.
What I do recall, vividly and clearly, is waking up the next morning nude in the bed of his friend’s apartment and seeing Cosby wearing a white terrycloth bathrobe and acting as if there was nothing unusual. It was obvious to me that he had had sex with me. I was horrified, embarrassed and ashamed. There was a mirror above the bed, which shocked me further.
After some awkward small talk, I got out of there as fast as I could. Once in the elevator, I broke down crying, which I continued to do as I walked home to my apartment in the east 70s. It never occurred to me to go to the police. It was a different time and “date rape” was a concept that didn’t exist. I just kept asking myself over and over in disbelief why this had happened to me. Other than my roommate, I did not discuss that night with anyone for 36 years.

Cindra Ladd’s obviously been reading the Internet because she also went after claims that Cosby’s accusers are after money and/or attention. Although, at this point, there are so many that statistically a few might – And yet still be legitimate victims. It can be both at the same time. Holy shit! – but for the most part, the women who have come forward are in their 60s, aren’t asking for money, and are quietly returning to their lives after finally having a chance to be believed and make it easier for others to be taken seriously. Total bitches, right?

This is the first time I have chosen to speak out about that night. It is also the last time I intend to address it publicly. I have no plans to sue, I don’t want or need money. I have no plans for a press conference or for doing any interviews.
So why speak out at all and why now? The simple answer is that it’s the right thing to do. The truth deserves to be known. As I write this, more than 20 women have come forward, many with stories that are remarkably similar to mine. In response to these brave women, I have read comments like, “What took them so long?” and “What are they after now”? I would ask these people to remember that up until relatively recently, prosecuting rape was a “he said/she said” proposition where the victim was blamed for having worn “suggestive clothing” or questioned as to why she went somewhere with her rapist.
When this happened to me, the idea of drugging someone and raping them was almost fantastical. It was years before “date rape” drugs made the news, but it was a perfect modus operandi for a predator, rendering his victim unconscious or so incapacitated as to be unable to clearly answer police questions about the incident.

Of course, there’s always the possibility that Cindra Ladd is part of a secret cabal conspiring to stop Bill Cosby from telling black people to pull up their pants, and you know what? I can’t even pretend to be one of you idiots who still don’t believe these women. It’s not even funny anymore. You’re fucking morons, and I feel pity for the women who’ve been worn down enough by life to let you stick your dicks in them. And if you’re one of those women, RUN! RUN! He spends all day on the Internet. How fast can he be?!

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