TOO Little? TOO Late!

Like many cases of domestic violence, the story of O.J. and Nicole Brown Simpson’s stormy relationship fits a disturbing pattern – a pattern of official intervention that came too late and did too little.

As his horrified fans now know, Simpson was arrested for spousal battery after an incident at the couple’s Brentwood home on New Year’s Day, 1989.

The Simpson case is an American tragedy in every respect, but not merely because of O.J.’s celebrity and vast popularity.
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Me and My Shadow!

On Sunday June 12 1994 Nicole Brown Simpson became a public figure overnight for on that balmy Sunday evening she was senselessly and brutally murdered in the grounds of her home at 875 South Bundy Drive in the leafy suburb of Brentwood in California.

Her murder trial and that of her friend Ronald Lyle Goldman who had been murdered alongside her became known as the ‘Trial of the Century’ with her former husband Orenthal James Simpson as the accused.

It is hard to believe that Nicole was murdered over twenty five years ago for I can remember the BBC news reports and the iconic photographs of the bloody pathway lined with the neat rows of purple and lilac Agapanthus…

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The Infamy of a Contradictory Narrative!

It has become common for reporters to ask Denise Brown questions that might illuminate O.J. and Nicole’s Brentwood life, as if understanding a victim could explain a murder…

I, too, was curious about the dynamic inside a family that could give us such sisters, trained perhaps by example to be man-pleasers, at the very least.

Denise Brown has been much interviewed; she’s adept at repeating certain key phrases: Her parents had “a storybook marriage” Lou and Juditha Brown used to say, “If you’re happy, we’re happy.” Continue reading The Infamy of a Contradictory Narrative!

Words Matter! I Told You I Was Scared!

Words matter. O.J. Simpson’s defense team asked Judge Lance A. Ito to order the prosecution to say domestic discord rather than domestic violence or even spousal abuse–already euphemisms for wife-beating–and to disallow the words battered wife and stalker.

Ito refused to alter reality by altering language but some media complied–for example, “Rivera Live,” where domestic discord became a new term of art. The lawyer who successfully defended William Kennedy Smith on a rape charge also used that term systematically.

 Where is the victim’s voice? Where are her words? Continue reading Words Matter! I Told You I Was Scared!

‘Till Death Do Us Part…

STAR – through friends of Nicole and industry insiders – has obtained a sneak peek at this extraordinary footage.

It tells the story of the first day of their marriage – a tragic union that ended in divorce seven years later, and that ultimately led to the most sensational murder case in American history.

The video opens with Nicole getting ready on Feb 2, 1985, for the big event at their Brentwood mansion, the same spot where O.J. surrendered to police after the Bronco freeway chase watched by millions.

Nicole, then 25, looks incredibly young and virginal. She’s dressed in a white bathrobe and slippers with a bunny rabbit motif as she prepares for what she describes with a broad grin as: “The happiest day of my life.” Continue reading ‘Till Death Do Us Part…

White AND Blonde? Exercise SOME Control Man!

Mr. Simpson (you can’t think I will call him O.J.) had hitherto barbarically beaten and terrorized Nicole Brown Simpson – bodybuilding and apparent vacuity not being mitigating factors in her fearful alarm or exculpatory factors in his demented actions – and he had, as a consequence, left behind two innocent children.

My repugnance was indistinguishable from a kind of fever: It was nausea and revulsion; like any illness, it became itself the focus of intense interest to me, so that finally my questions were about myself and not – perhaps I should be embarrassed to admit – about Mr. Simpson or even about his victims, lying (in my forever-stained imagination) in a sludgy river of blood.

May I say, without incurring wrath, that I didn’t like her face? Continue reading White AND Blonde? Exercise SOME Control Man!