It’s over.
After 368 days, the so-called “Trial of The Century” is over.
The sequestered jury of California v Simpson has been together so long that it took them ten minutes to pick a jury foreperson. Ten minutes. 10 out of 529,920. That’s how long it took. How long do you think it will take for them to decide one man’s fate.
We heard some eloquent argument this week. We heard Christopher Darden talk of a ticking timebomb. We heard Barry Scheck say that something was terribly wrong. We heard Johnnie Cochran say that the whole world was watching. And we heard Marcia Clark say that O.J. Simpson, a football hero, an advertising spokesman, a television reporter, a movie star, and an American icon was guilty of first-degree murder. And after 529,920 minutes, we are left with ourselves to ponder whether any or all of this is true.
We have help. We have all the help we need. There are polls and pundits to help us decide. We have liars and lawyers. We have furor about Fuhrman. There are complaints about Cochran. There are voices telling us of panic in the streets and others that tell of passionate indifference.
Yet, through it all, there has been one constant. One indisputable fact that will not go away. Two people are dead. One, an apparent bystander — a man in the wrong place at the wrong time. The other, a battered woman. A woman, who for whatever reason, couldn’t see past the abuse, couldn’t see past the celebrity, couldn’t see past her children, to walk away. Two people are dead. And, it seems, that we don’t even talk about them anymore.
For O.J. Simpson, the clock is ticking.
For Ron Goldman and Nicole Brown Simpson, the clock stopped long ago.
Ciao for now!
Mike
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It’s over.
After 368 days, the so-called “Trial of The Century” is over.
The sequestered jury of California v Simpson has been together so long that it took them ten minutes to pick a jury foreperson. Ten minutes. 10 out of 529,920. That’s how long it took. How long do you think it will take for them to decide one man’s fate.
We heard some eloquent argument this week. We heard Christopher Darden talk of a ticking timebomb. We heard Barry Scheck say that something was terribly wrong. We heard Johnnie Cochran say that the whole world was watching. And we heard Marcia Clark say that O.J. Simpson, a football hero, an advertising spokesman, a television reporter, a movie star, and an American icon was guilty of first-degree murder. And after 529,920 minutes, we are left with ourselves to ponder whether any or all of this is true.
We have help. We have all the help we need. There are polls and pundits to help us decide. We have liars and lawyers. We have furor about Fuhrman. There are complaints about Cochran. There are voices telling us of panic in the streets and others that tell of passionate indifference.
Yet, through it all, there has been one constant. One indisputable fact that will not go away. Two people are dead. One, an apparent bystander — a man in the wrong place at the wrong time. The other, a battered woman. A woman, who for whatever reason, couldn’t see past the abuse, couldn’t see past the celebrity, couldn’t see past her children, to walk away. Two people are dead. And, it seems, that we don’t even talk about them anymore.
For O.J. Simpson, the clock is ticking.
For Ron Goldman and Nicole Brown Simpson, the clock stopped long ago.
Ciao for now!
Mike