Justice Will Be Done – NOT!
Nicole Simpson penned a shocking letter only five weeks before her grisly murder – a letter that detailed every beating she suffered at the hands of O.J. Simpson
STAR magazine has learned that the painful revelations were handwritten on three pages by Nicole in early May – and given to a lawyer along with her hastily completed will.
It was as if she’d had an eerie premonition of her impending doom. Continue reading Justice Will Be Done – NOT!
Kill Me? NO! Help Me!
“Help me! Help me! O.J.’s going to kill me!”
That was the desperate plea of a near-naked, terrified Nicole Simpson as she fled from her husband O.J. Simpson during the worst beating he ever gave her.
And a witness who saw the horrifying attack has revealed to a friend; “Nicole begged someone to call the police. She kept screaming at O.J., ‘Leave me alone. You’re crazy!’” Continue reading Kill Me? NO! Help Me!
Intimidate or Manipulate? NO!
Her detractors point to this as evidence of dissolution. More likely, she was giddy after having spent fifteen years under the thumb of O.J. Simpson.
Why did Nicole surround herself with the vacuous likes of Kato Kaelin and Ron Goldman?
She probably enjoyed sticking it to her ex. She probably also enjoyed being around men who were adoring and pliant and, above all, young. Continue reading Intimidate or Manipulate? NO!
White AND Blonde? Exercise SOME Control Man!
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!
That Was Just Nicole!
The high school field trip was California all the way: a psychology class spending a weekend on Santa Catalina island, that balmy resort 23 miles off the Pacific coast, with no apparent goal except, perhaps, to study the stress-reducing effects of sunning and swimming.
With no explanation, off went a junior named Nicole Brown, who with her sun-drenched blond hair and tan could have been the prototype of the California girl. Continue reading That Was Just Nicole!
That Final Run for Freedom!
Nicole Simpson looked stunning in a black two-piece jogging suit as she trotted along the tree-lined boulevard in West Los Angeles.
Motorists took their eyes off the road to admire her shapely form. Some even tooted their horns. It was another sunny day in the wealthy, fashionable suburb of Brentwood and 35-year-old Nicole was feeling great.
She gulped in the warm air and yelled to her running partner, doctor’s wife Cora Fischman: “I feel so free now. I feel like I can do anything I want.” Continue reading That Final Run for Freedom!