June 13th, 1994. You're supposed to be working on the books for the c-suite, but you stepped out to the kitchen for a crisp, cool Zima for this muggy June afternoon. And on your way back to the office, you caught sight of the news.
Apparently O. J. Simpson, the football guy? His wife was murdered! You stand there, engrossed in the story. Because they say they're not ruling him out as a suspect. Wow...
It's from this story you hear that O. J.'s marriage wasn't as rosy as you thought. First of all, Nicole was his ex-wife. Also, in 1989 he plead "no contest" to beating her. Wow... do you think he did it?
The phone in your office is ringing now, but you don't hear it. You feel like he did it. But is it racist to think he could do such a thing? There is a small part of you... when you think of this pretty little huwite lady dying at the hands of this big, brutish black bruiser... there's a small part of you that wants to say "This is why these relationships... they're just not typical, right? They're not typical for a reason, right???"