Peckerwood Manor

This past November, I wrote an article here as a reaction to the Cassie/Diddy story. My hopes for his monumental downfall were tempered at that time because I knew he would settle the lawsuit as fast as he could because the longer it hung out there, the bolder other people would become, and after years of silence, the legions of those he had betrayed, hurt, and used were many. They would have their say and a satisfying, sometimes therapeutic taste of long overdue revenge if given a chance. It was why I wrote that story, and it is why I revisit it today. I don't feel done exposing him, so here I am again. Sean Combs' nefarious behavior permeated New York City's hip-hop scene during the 1990s and the 2000s, and you were hard-pressed to find someone who didn't have an opinion about him and Bad Boy Records. He behaved without fear of retribution or exposure; he did what he wanted, and no one said anything against him. At least not publicly. Yet anyone who spent time sociali