The death of OJ is a little bizarre.. old faces like the Goldmans .. the jurors.. Marsha Clark.. they are all back on TV again tonight.
That 1990s moment when the entire world came together to watch a slow speed car chase on a beautiful summer day.. when America came together to collectively watch a trial in the court room on television, in class rooms.. workplaces..
And when the world fell apart and was clearly divided at a jury decision with an acquit because it didn’t fit..
Old 90s things came back to me–I was just a kid. But watching adult things from a distance.
When TIME magazine showcased a darkened photo of the Juice while Newsweek shows the real deal–it was controversial at the time. When the jury partially was making a statement about Rodney King.. when OJ went on a slow speed chase so he could finish listening to the Knick’s finals’ game on radio..
I was watching that slow speed chase sitting on my mom’s bedroom floor watching it with her while eating a deep dish Devito’s pizza from Ashland PA. Devito’s is a memory.. sadly now is my mom, too. All of this is a rush of emotion…
A rush of nostalgia mixed with anger.. mixed with confusion.
How did so many years go by.. and how, after all these years, did OJ keep on just golfing and Tweeting like there no care in the world…
Except there was a care.
The creepy creeping moment when death began to place his hands on Orenthal James. When care made its way through his body.. when he was breathing his final bits of air..
An atheist friend of mine texted today that he wishes there was really a hell so OJ could be there now.. I am a little more hopeful in an afterlife–good or bad. I’d rather think that OJ’s trial on earth was a large waste of our time. And now, as he meets his fate, Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman are sitting in a celestial court room watching OJ’s REAL trial begin…
We would normally say may he rest in peace.. we are not sure what to say on this one.
Excellent say.