O.J. Simpson died today. Cancer took him. I have nothing more to say on that. It was October, thirty years ago, when Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman were brutally slain outside her apartment, with the kids sleeping just yards away upstairs. Ron was simply in the wrong place at the wrong moment. He was returning Nicole's glasses to her. She had left them in a restaurant where he worked as a waiter, after taking her two kids to dinner following her daughter's recital. Nicole's mistake? O.J. was at the recital and she told him he couldn't come to dinner with them after. And the rage and anger built up inside him until he went over and got rid of it. And her life. And Ron's life. And his children's lives. And, and, and.
So powerfully true. The wealthy and famous abuser chose his own punishment. I pray his death will allow others to Rest in Peace.