I remember June 17, 1994 very clearly. I was 14 years old at the time. Before that famous Bronco chase, O.J. was a universally liked celebrity. He was one of the greatest running backs in NFL history and after he retired from playing football, O.J. was an NFL sideline reporter, he was in those Hertz Commercials, and he had parts in the ‘Naked Gun’ films. So even though I was too young to remember him as an active player, I was very aware of who he was. As it turns out, neither myself or anyone else knew the real O.J. Simpson.
The trial was the driving news story every day until October 3, 1995 when the jury acquitted O.J. of murdering Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman. Nothing in my lifetime outside of 9/11 seemed to consume people in this country as much as that trial did. Nothing divided people in this country like it did either. The trial came on the heels of the Rodney King beating and the L.A. riots that followed. The whole situation felt like another powder keg waiting to blow up. I remember very clearly being at school the day the jury was going to deliver the verdict. The teacher had a TV in the classroom and he put the event on TV. There were a few guys in the class who made it very clear to anyone within earshot that if O.J. were to be convicted, they were going to “get” the white boys after school. Being one of only two or three white boys in the class, and knowing that these were the type of guys who would live up to their word, I’m pretty sure I had a nice little ass kicking coming my way if justice was served.
Still, I can’t say that I felt any relief when the verdict came down. As the trial wore on I felt it was very, very, clear that Simpson was guilty. The most uncomfortable thing about the immediate aftermath of the trial was the split amongst blacks and whites upon the verdicts. I didn’t know any black people who thought O.J. was guilty and I didn’t know any white people who thought he was innocent. It was the first time in my young life I realized that America viewed life through racially tinted lenses. It was not a pleasant revelation.
If he was smart, O.J. would have disappeared after the trial. He didn’t. O.J. had no problem playing in golf tournaments or going out to dinner or just generally carrying on with his life as if nothing ever happened. I suppose his acquittal afforded him those rights. In 1997, he lost a civil suite to the Goldman family that found him liable for the death of Ron Goldman. Ironically, this was the beginning of the slow end for “The Juice”. The lawsuit stripped him of much of his wealth and arguably caused O.J. to wind up in the predicament he was in this afternoon. His latest trial was a result of him trying to reclaim some property which he said was stolen from him.
This time there is no threat of rioting in the streets. The start contrast in the interest in this trial compared to the murder trial is not all that surprising since nobody died as a result of his latest crime. O.J. may be all over the news tickers today and possibly even on some front pages tomorrow morning. But being that the trial was going on the same time as the election (I’m not sure if the trial was even on TV) I don’t think that anyone was following it too closely. The news networks don’t even seem to agree on how long he has to spend in prison. I’ve heard that he has anywhere from 6-9 years minimum if he is paroled and a maximum of 15-33 years if he serves a full sentence depending on the source. Although I do find it interesting how a person can go from being one of the most polarizing figures in society to a story that everyone will forget in a week.
O.J. was a completely pathetic site in the courtroom today. He looked like a completely broken person. What a waste of a life.