I know this issue has been stabbed to death, but I have this overwhelming compulsion to write down the nine million thoughts I have had about this whole sick situation since it began in 1995.
      I was stunned when the verdict, thinly veiled to cover over the real issues of racism, was returned as not guilty. HUH?
     NOT GUILTY? What do you mean not guilty? Oh, I was mad, no, I was pissed! And guess what? I still am! Let me tell you why... justice in this country failed...again.
     Gil Garcetti, Los Angeles’ reigning district attorney, in the aftermath of an maniacal riot, when Rodney King was brutally beaten by four white LA police officers and THEN were found not guilty in whatever that swanky, predominantly white county was that they set the trial venue for.
     This verdict by an all-white jury, was a travesty, the LAPD had been caught dead to rights on amateur video displaying horrendous acts of violence, which could easily be construed as racially motivated. These events compelled the inner Los Angeles populous to destroy their own neighborhood and maim white people in anger, which in turn, compelled Gil Garcetti to kill two birds with the same stone. By having the OJ Simpson trial in the inner L.A. county and appointing a jury of his peers...black people, so that when the verdict came back NOT GUILTY, the inner-city populous would have no reason to engage in riotous behavior and/or accuse the judicial system of being unfair and racially motivated. (Whew!)
      Guess somebody should have taught him how to hunt with a slingshot first. Somebody also should have told him that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
     Oh, I know, we have all been so careful not to rekindle these old hatreds, and I really shouldn’t be chewing through old wounds (no pun) but FUCK THAT! I found it rather sickening that overwhelming blood evidence was ignored because Mark Furhmann was accused of being a virulent racist, and he hated black folk so much that he would be compelled to tamper with forensic evidence, and plant the goods to make OJ look guilty, for no other reason, but that OJ was black. What a hunk of shit!
     So, adding insult to injury (no pun again), he sets up a website to allay all of the accusations brought against him because he brutally murdered two people. What irks the shit out of me most is he is charging $9.99 for people to visit it, wherein, he gets the opportunity to defend himself. OJ, you make me sick!
     But thanks to Johhny Cochran, who carefully led his jury, into a meticulously made bed full of racism and black hatred, which wasn’t hard to do since there were nine black jurors. Don’t get me wrong, I am not racist, and I have never participated in racist behavior. I even hire Mexicans to clean my house. They do real good at yard work too!
     But, OJ did everything but write out at the scene, where he murdered Nicole and Ron, “OJ was here!” There was a lot of blood at the crime scene. LOTS! Obviously, that would be the case since OJ damn near cut their heads off. But look, there was Nicole’s blood, duh, Ron’s blood, duh----OJ’s blood, hmmmm.
     Even more interesting is that OJ’s blood, in droplets led to the alley way behind Nicole’s house the just stopped, only to begin again back at Rockingham Drive, on the street outside Hertz’s white Bronco and leading all the way up to OJ’s house.
     This is where I start blaming the prosecuting team. They did not want to saturate the jury, bein’s so many were black, with long, drawn-out expert testimonies, and the more evidence entered into consideration, the more expert witnesses they would have to call, which meant the more they would have to subject the jury to technicalities and jargon. They believed they would distract the jury, with TOO MUCH evidence. Less is more when you’re applying make-up Marcia, but not when you’re trying to convict one of America’s football legends. She should have piled the shit on. She should have soaked OJ in Ron and Nicole’s blood all over again. However, what DID get presented, was sufficient enough to put OJ behind bars forever and ever and ever. So, what happened?
     This is what gets me, Nicole and Ron’s DNA materials were found all over on the inside of the white Bronco. And if OJ didn’t do it, why were Nicole and Ron in OJ’s Bronco while they were on their periods?
     Sadly, this was overwhelming blood evidence that went to waste, because the outrageous notion was entertained that Mark Fuhrmann planted it there, along with the trace DNA all over OJ’s carpet (where he walked to his shower with a blood-soaked sock). Oh, I forgot, Nicole and Ron must have been there inside OJ’s home, on their way to the shower, while they were on their periods. So, PLEASE explain why OJ’s sock was soaked in Nicole and Ron’s blood!
     Another juicy thread of evidence that was not entered into consideration was the fact that tiny, tell-tale serrasions along the edge of Ron’s neck wound matched precisely the distance between the saw-blade serrasions of OJ’s Swiss Army Knife, incidentally, a board on which he served. And how coincidental that while attending a board meeting, just a short time before he killed Nicole and Ron, he picked up a few boxes of knives at that meeting, one of which he opened in his car on the way home and mused to his driver how this particular blade (the saw-blade) could easily kill someone. Hmmmmm.
     Far be it from me to point fingers at anyone, and I know that it is perfectly rational behavior to jump into a Bronco, with blood stains, to flee after you have just murdered two people and you think you’ve been caught. Think of the range of emotions the poor guy was dealing with, all the way from disbelief, “Oh my god, I can’t believe I did it!” To paranoia, “Oh, fuck, I’m going to the chair, or spend the rest of my life in prison.” To Denial, “I loved Nicole, I would jump in front of a bullet for her.”
     Does this mean that no one else was allowed to kill her, but you OJ? You sure loved her, you loved her to DEATH!
     And then I see his fat face on the news smiling away, like he did nothing fucking wrong. Or out swinging his golf club. Jesus Christ, I don’t know I would want to be on the same course with him swinging a golf club, I might just lose it and mistake his black, nappy head for the ball.
     I am also having trouble with a man who would slice and dice up the mother of his children in the front yard of the house where they were sleeping. What was he thinking! To leave their dead mother on the walk for them to happen across is quite enough. But the sick fucker left their dead, MUTILATED mother on the walk for them to happen across. He also left his children unattended, by killing their guardian and leaving no one in the house to watch over them. So, they would sleep all night in a house by themselves, wake up to an empty house, open the front door and VOILA! Mommy has her head chopped off in the front yard. I really do hope they eye him suspiciously for the rest of their lives. A man like that doesn’t deserve children.
     A really good read is MURDER AT BRENTWOOD, by Mark Furhmann, any fallacy that still lingers on the minds of many would be immediately dispersed upon reading this book. The forward is written by Vincent Bugliosi, which, by its own virtue, is worth picking the book up. I recommend it deeply.
     In this book, you will read how Mark Furhmann was simply doing his job. And as far as I could determine, was doing a damn good one. You will read how the lead investigators, failed to send forensic investigators in a timely matter to the scene to collect evidence, how a rainstorm spoiled a bloody fingerprint on the gate-post which was noted by Mark Furhmann upon his initial investigation, how nobody came to collect it and how is was too late after it was rained on.
     You would also read, how OJ was permitted to go uncuffed in the backseat of a car with his attorney to be questioned about the killings. And was not questioned throughly, nor according to police protocol. And he blunders over his testimony time and again, with nary an eyebrow raised. You would also read how, when first approached, he literally panicked when he was told that there was a trail of blood that lead them to Rockingham Drive. He thought he was caught.
     Funny, how the sole prints of Bruno Magli shoes undisputedly trekked the crime scene, which was literally soaked in blood. Kind of like a finger-painting, but with shoes. Funny how just to the left of Nicole’s corpse lay a brown, leather left-handed glove sodden with blood. Upon which held the trace DNA of all three individuals. Funny how the right-handed counterpart of the first leather glove was found an hour later at OJ’s residence, tossed into an alcove under some bushes behind Kado Kaelin’s quarters. Hmmm, I’m sure Mark just HAPPENED to have a pair of bloody gloves on him. I know I carry my bloody gloves in my “glove” compartment just in case, you never know who I might want to frame.
     Two of the OJ jurors were interviewed one night on 20/20 (I have nothing better to do with my life), they were asked, “in light of the evidence presented at the civil trial, what would be your verdict?” They BOTH conceded, that they were not allowed to see this particular evidence, and they BOTH determined that they would have turned back a guilty verdict in light of this evidence that was NOT presented at the murder trial. How fucked is THAT?
     So, this is the deal. An ex football player/actor/celebrity killed his ex-wife because he loved her so much. He killed his ex-wife’s boyfriend, they were an item by the way, Ron’s hairs were found on the linens of Nicole’s bed. The lives of how many people were ruined? All of the prosecutors’, Ron Goldman, Nicole Brown, the two little Simpson children. The entire Brown and Goldman families and Mark Furhmann, no longer allowed to vote, carry a gun or EVER serve as a police officer again, because he was slapped with the felonious charges of perjury and was found guilty. A press diversion, to keep the media hounds away from how the LAPD fucked up the entire homicide investigation. They literally threw him to the dogs.
     This is America people. We make bait out of perfectly innocent people, ruin their lives and let murderers walk away. So that their fat, ugly faces can be seen smiling on the 6 O’clock news while they play golf.

Shannon Michele Johnston

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