Maybe it’s all just a bad joke. Come to think of it, that was exactly what I thought years ago when O.J. Simpson was acquitted of murdering two people in cold blood.
But surely there couldn’t be a publisher in America that would touch this creep with a ten-foot pole and give him a book deal, could there? Maybe some schlocky, sleazy, two-bit publisher who is desperate to make some blood money, perhaps. But not a reputable, established publisher like Judith Regan of ReganBooks. No way.
Well, as my kids would say, way. Big way. Not only did ReganBooks give him a reputed $3.5 million dollars to write his “confession”, but the colorful publisher herself, Ms. Regan, was the interviewer for the upcoming Fox TV special featuring the man who nearly severed the head of the mother of his children.
Simpson’s book, “If I Did It, Here’s How It Happened” apparently describes, in gory detail, the horrific stabbing deaths of Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman. The reason it will hit the bestseller lists is because it will likely one of the only times in history where an “innocent” man will accurately describe how he slaughtered two young, beautiful people. After all, it would have to be accurate, he was there.
I’ve met Judith Regan a couple of times. She used to have a weekend show on Fox News Channel and I appeared as a guest. She is a smart, beautiful, funny, uber-confident woman who runs a hugely successful publishing company.
So why would she throw any sensitivity or compassion for the murder victims’ families out the door? Why would her apparent desire for yet another bestseller cause her to shed any sense of decency or morality or even common sense? Do you suppose she’d offer a multi-million dollar book deal to John Wayne Gacy or Jeffrey Dahmer or Jack the Ripper if any of them were still alive? Wouldn’t the ugliness of compensating a murderer for his crime turn away even the most brazen of publishers?
I hope Judith Regan will answer these questions one of these days. If not for the general public, at least the Goldman and Brown families are owed an explanation for this outrageous travesty.
Despite owing $33.5 million dollars to the Brown and Goldman families after a jury of Simpson’s peers found him responsible and liable for Nicole and Ron’s murders, this human slug refuses to pay them one dime. Our convoluted, warped system allows his luxurious Florida residence and even his NFL pension to be off-limits to be used to pay his court-ordered debt.Consider for a moment the stories of scandal-plagued CEO’s and CFO’s having to sell their yachts and mansions and cars to pay for their white collar crimes. We delight in repossessing the homes of fat cat corporate executives who “cooked the books”, but when a man is found to be liable for the brutal murders of two innocent people, we make sure his home and his income are safe.
My heart just aches for Fred Goldman. As the father of a son who is about the same age as Ron Goldman was when he was killed, I just cannot imagine how Mr. Goldman gets through the day. His son did nothing more than try and return a pair of eyeglasses, perhaps looking forward to developing a romantic relationship with a beautiful woman. How could he have known that this filthy animal named O.J. would be waiting for him in the bushes, ready to pounce and attack like the jealous madman he is?
For Fred Goldman, or any of Ron or Nicole’s family members, to have to re-live this true life nightmare is positively unfathomable. This must be like ripping open all the old wounds of the painful loss they suffered. Once more, our culture makes a celebrity out of a low-life piece of garbage, just to make a few lousy, stinking dollars.
It’s been said that Simpson is fawned over every where he goes. He signs autographs, poses for pictures, and claims to sleep with more beautiful women than he knows what to do with. I guess it’s impossible to stop ReganBooks from publishing Simpson’s vile book. But I am left with one single hope. Let the publisher make its money. So what if Simpson pockets a bunch of cash. May this book, allegedly filled with the specifics of how he did it, be his final undoing. Let’s pray that this “confession” will finally be what it takes for Americans everywhere to wake up and realize what a murdering, cowardly scum he is. Perhaps after people digest what he has to say, they’ll stop the stupidity of treating him like a beloved movie star.
Most of all, I want to pick up a paper or turn on a radio and hear how he finally administered justice to himself. After all, the guilt is clearly tearing him up. Why else would he open himself up to this kind of publicity just to write a book? Perhaps he’s living such a miserable, bitter, guilt-ridden life that he has to keep re-visiting the scene of his crime in his evil mind.
Maybe, one day, he’ll take a long look in the mirror and despise himself as much as the rest of us do. Perhaps he already does.
We can only hope. And that’s no joke.