My dad used to say that, “You don’t believe that sh*t stinks until your nose is in it.” In the case of O.J. Simpson, he’s up to his neck in it once more.
Double Jeopardy means that a man cannot be judged for the same crime twice. But don’t tell me that those twelve jurors don’t have that murder acquittal on their minds.
Could “The Juice” may be let loose again?
O.J. Simpson was an iconic sports figure in the 1970′s. Off the top of my head, I can only come up with three other Black athletes to share that claim; the greater being Muhammad Ali, the equal or lesser being Julius Erving and Reggie Jackson. But it was Simpson who was given the “thumbs up” by White America allowing him to transcend racial barriers.
The more O.J. transcended, the more colorless he became. Juice wasn’t running for cars in those HERTZ commercials, he was running from the trials and tribulations he overcame as a youth in the San Francisco ghetto . O.J. Simpson was running from his darkness into their so-called light.
The light was an oncoming train.
Juice was the “token” that White America used to keep Blacks quiet in a nation fresh off of the Civil Rights Movement.
While the country remained divided on Muhammad Ali even after the Viet-Nam conflict, Reggie Jackson was too outspoken for the masses and Doctor J. was more of a highlight reel in a league that was on its last legs.
So Juice was their boy, their golden goose, until he allegedly murdered his second wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her male friend Ronald Goldman, both of whom were White.
I personally have no problem with bi-racial marriages or relationships; whatever works for you. However many Whites have a problem simply because they feel as though it’s beneath them to associate with us of a darker hue. While Blacks like Simpson suffer from a self-hatred of themselves yet to be addressed, some think going White is going to make it alright.
O.J.’s marriage to Nicole Brown, giving her father a stake in his business all while shunning the Black community and anyone trying to pull his coattail to that cause, most notably Jim Brown, played out like a minstrel show as Simpson shucked and jived his way right out of Black consciousness.
Even as we prayed, some of us against better judgment that Mantan would be spared massa’s whip, his involvement didn’t matter, we just didn’t want another brutha put away, even then we saw him as one of us, for that time anyway. As he walked out of that courtroom a free man, he knew he didn’t win because he was Black, the color that got him off was green, and that would be where he would pledge his allegiance.
In the years since the trial, Juice has walked the earth like a man that has and knows no law. I’m not sure if the acquittal has given him a sense of invincibility or a death wish.
His failure to keep a low profile may cost him his freedom. He faces life in prison on charges from an attempted robbery in Las Vegas. One thing is certain this go ’round, he can look to his left and to his right and see one common denominator on both sides.
No one’s there. No marching, no protests, no one standing in Sears on their lunch hour awaiting your fate.
Today, Orenthal James Simpson is an empty shell of a man once respected by his race for “Makin’ it.” He is now a prodigal son with a one way ticket. Juice pump faked us out of our shoes. He never gave back and he damn sure didn’t look back. And with and all White jury in his latest trial, the only items missing are a rope, a tree and 12 white sheets.
I hate to say this but I liken O.J. to a roach. Blacks and Whites see roaches differently. Blacks that grew up with roaches ignore them and accept them being there after awhile. While Whites will step on them, they may not get them on the first try, but eventually it will get stepped on.