Orenthal James Simpson rose in dramatic fashion from the vicious streets of San Francisco’s predominately Black Potrero Hill to become one of America’s most enduring and beloved sports figures, pulling in millions of dollars annually.
Now charged with the double murder of his ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson, 35, and her friend Ronald Goldman, 25, O.J., as the world calls him, has been quickly and shockingly reduced from adored legend to prisoner Number 4013970 in the Los Angeles County Jail under suicide watch. Continue reading Outrageous and Unfair!
Nicole led a seemingly storybook life that was the envy of all her friends – until her marriage began falling apart.
Friends say the blonde beauty was one of the best-liked and most popular girls in her hometown of Laguna Beach, and seemed to be realizing all her childhood dreams with her jet-set lifestyle.
“She was one of Dana Hills’ real beauties, popular not just because of her looks, but because of her sweet personality,” says friend Valerie Rigg… Continue reading Are You Thinking What I’m Thinking?
The voice is, by turns angry, exasperated, terrified and, finally resigned. It is her second 911 call within 10 minutes.
In the background, a man is screaming – about children, tabloids, an old boyfriend. The words are only semi-audible, but his rage needs no amplification.
“Could you get someone over here now, to 325 Gretna Green. He’s back. Please”, asks Nicole Simpson.
“What does he look like?” asks the operator. Continue reading A ‘Drop-Dead’ Soundbite for Violence
The stormy nine-year relationship between O.J. Simpson and his brutally murdered ex-wife, Nicole Brown, was peppered with violent fights triggered by the football hero’s explosive fits of jealousy.
Insiders describe Nicole’s union with O.J. as a “marriage from hell” and say the two years since their divorce were filled with rows over getting back together and her dating other men – which often had to be broken up by the police.
It was a love-hate relationship. O.J., 46, couldn’t live with the 35-year-old blonde – and didn’t seem to be able to live without her, either… Continue reading This Had NOTHING To Do With Me!
The story was uniquely Californian, beginning with the discovery shortly after midnight on Monday, June 13, of two bodies on a blood-soaked sidewalk in affluent Brentwood and ending surreally four days later with the celebrity suspect traveling slowly along Los Angeles freeways, pointing a gun at his own head, as the police trailed in stately pursuit.
Only in California can crime conform so neatly to cinema.
When it was all over, a former sports hero, whose colossal likability had fueled a career in TV, movies and endorsements – who had acquired wealth and important friends and who moved through life with an effortless grace – was in jail, charged with first-degree murder in the slaying of his former wife… Continue reading An Electric Aberration?
It was terrible to watch and impossible not to.
That was the nature of the entire week, as America stopped its traffic to watch each clue scrape away another layer of the mystery. Where the facts were missing, the suspicions sufficed to keep the audience fed.
When there was nothing new to report, the reporters interviewed each other, covering the coverage and defending themselves against accusations that they had already put Simpson on trial for murdering his ex-wife Nicole and her friend Ron Goldman before he had even been charged.
Hearsay was not just admissible; it was broadcast live…
Continue reading One Monster. One Howling Tragedy.