It was early one June week in 1994 when I first heard about O.J. Simpson’s wife being murdered out in Los Angeles, along with a friend of hers by the name of Ron Goldman. Like many sports fans across the country, I really didn’t think the man we saw on TV during the football season was capable of such a heinous crime. Then there was that Friday afternoon and evening of June 17th. The White Ford Bronco going around the interstate highways of Los Angeles. I wondered, as the whole country did that night, if Simpson’s life was going to conclude right then and there.
I watched that circus of a trial in 1995. The Los Angeles prosecutors did a great job fouling that up, didn’t they? Remember where you were when the verdict was read? I do. Acquitted in the criminal trial, but held liable in the civil trial, Simpson drifted back into his life, such as it was.
But O.J. couldn’t stay out of trouble, and, much like the villainous Wo Fat in the original Hawaii Five-O, you knew sooner or later he was going to get busted again and for good. I wasn’t really shocked to see his arrest in Las Vegas in 2007 for armed robbery, nor his conviction of same a year later.
Now he says he didn’t get a fair chance to tell his side of the story in the 2008 trial, even though he could have easily done so then and there. If the defendant in a criminal trial wishes to speak, he can do so, even if his attorneys say no. Ultimately, it is his choice.
So O.J. took the stand in a writ of habeus corpus hearing yesterday. He went on and on about who he knew, pontificating and rambling. The courtroom in Vegas turned into O.J.’s show. The networks carried some of it, but I think they too were unimpressed by O.J.’s same old song and dance.
And Mr. Simpson, how’s that search going for Ron and Nicole’s real killers? I bet that search is long over every time you look in the mirror.