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Two Trials

It’s been 18 years since the conclusion of the O.J. Simpson murder trial and my writing an op-ed for the Flyer expressing a reaction to the jurors’ verdict of “not guilty” that highly gratified some readers and outraged others.

I should point out that I saw that verdict coming and wrote my dissatisfaction with it a day or so ahead of time. The late Dennis Freeland, who was then the Flyer‘s editor, was glad to have something that topical in the can (the verdict was due right at our deadline time), but we agreed that I should write another version just in case of a guilty verdict.

The backup version was congratulatory of the jury’s efforts; the original version — the one I felt sure we’d be using and had written more or less spontaneously — was critical. In essence, it suggested that the jury, motivated more by racial factors than evidentiary ones, was responding more or less politically to a case which the defense had stage-managed perfectly and the prosecution had botched.

Challengers of the Zimmerman verdict are alleging something similar in a case in which, once again, the accused and the deceased were of different races.

There are clear differences, of course. The element of self-defense, which strengthened the defense’s reasonable-doubt position in the Zimmerman trial, was totally lacking in the Simpson case. That one, the violent slaughter of Simpson’s wife and a visiting male friend, was murder pure and simple. The question there was: Did Simpson, the accused, do it or did someone else?

There was no doubt in the current case that Zimmerman, performing a neighborhood-watch round, shot and killed Trayvon Martin in an altercation resulting from his stalking of Martin as a suspected criminal. Tragically, Zimmerman was wrong; contributing to the tragedy, Martin — apparently innocent of any ill purpose but not quite the timid youth of early reports — seems to have overreacted with undue ferocity to the fact of being shadowed.

One compelling difference between the two cases is the fact that the lawyers on the losing side in 1995 were seriously aggrieved then and have remained so ever since, while the members of the prosecution in 2013 conceded more or less gracefully and have urged acceptance of the verdict and the system that produced it.

Understandably, Trayvon Martin’s family members are less forgiving. And Zimmerman, while technically not guilty and acting, no doubt, in fear for his safety or perhaps for his life, still would not have taken someone else’s life had he, a private individual, not been packing heat and acting under the peculiarly broad license of Florida’s “Stand Your Ground” law.

There’s a reason why we have officially endowed — and trained — law-enforcement organizations in this country. “Taking the law into your own hands” used to be a serious no-no. Now it’s a practice actively encouraged by the N.R.A. and servile state legislatures. The right wing in this country has traveled a perilous distance from “Support Your Local Police” to co-opting the police power for itself.

Which is to say, the problem with the Zimmerman case was arguably not the verdict, and it was not race, except very incidentally. It wasn’t even Zimmerman. It was today’s permissive attitude toward armed vigilantism. Critics of the Florida jury’s decision should redirect their animus at that fact and cease trying to re-cast poor Trayvon Martin as a latter-day Emmett Till or Medgar Evers.

With the best will in the world (I was a big-time fan of O.J. the player and broadcaster), I still think O.J. Simpson was guilty and that the evidence amply demonstrated the point. The same evidence would later convict him in a wrongful-death civil trial. Were people — including members of the largely African-American jury which acquitted him — influenced by considerations of race? Undeniably.

There is no question, either, that race impacted attitudes toward Zimmerman, though his case has cleaved more clearly along lines of left vs. right. I think President Obama has it right by declining to second-guess the verdict of not guilty, but I think it was inevitable and proper for the Department of Justice to look into the prospects of retrial on civil-rights grounds.

But if the case is revived on that basis, it should concentrate on whether or not the deceased’s civil rights were violated by the legalistic gun fetishism of our time, not by the issue of his skin color or his assailant’s.

That was the wrong lens for seeing O.J. Simpson’s case, and it remains the wrong one to look into the tragedy that befell Trayvon Martin.

Jackson Baker is a Flyer senior editor.

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The Rant

Normally, O.J. Simpson charges around $100 per autograph at personal appearances. Earlier this year, HarperCollins Publishers, a subsidiary of Rupert Murdoch’s News Corporation, paid him thousands more times that amount to add his signature to If I Did It.

The now-infamous project must have seemed like a perfect opportunity for Big Media synergy. Step one: Hire some ethically atrophied ghostwriter to speculate how O.J. might have chopped off his ex-wife’s head had he, wink, wink, actually committed that crime (along with the murder of Ron Goldman).

Step two: Air two-hour infomercials on News Corporation subsidiary Fox Broadcasting to promote the project.

Step three: Sit back as Bill O’Reilly, Geraldo Rivera, and the various lesser car alarms who staff Fox News (another News Corporation subsidiary) furiously denounce O.J., his book, and the Fox TV specials in a Barnumesque effort to whip the rubes into a frenzy of curiosity.

Step four: Make tons of money!

Step One must have gone pretty smoothly, because If I Did It does in fact exist. And after that?

Say Simpson was serving a life sentence for the murders of his ex-wife and Goldman. Say he had admitted his guilt in emphatic, unambiguous terms. Say any revenues that If I Did It generated were earmarked for his victims’ families. Under those conditions, maybe, just maybe, the public might have accepted a book with Simpson’s byline on it.

In reality, of course, Simpson was a free man, serving a life sentence of golf and autograph shows. Instead of acknowledging his guilt, he brazenly swivel-hipped from pious avowals of innocence to shameless taunts of literal hands-on involvement. (“No one knows this story the way I know it.”) And unless the Brown and Goldman families were secretly working as caddies and bartenders, they’d never see a penny of the $3.5 million HarperCollins had shelled out for the book.

In short, it was a tough sell. And yet, apparently too potentially lucrative to ignore. If handled deftly, sensitively, with a certain discretion …

“You will read, for the first time ever, a bone-chilling account of the night of the murders, in which Simpson pictures himself at the center of the action,” a HarperCollins press release gushed — with the sort of tastelessness only a professional publicist can muster. In an astonishingly bold move, If I Did It was being marketed as a spine-tingling screamfest, and if the book sold well enough, who knows what other bone-chilling murders Simpson might picture himself at the center of? Maybe he could even give Freddy Krueger a run for his money.

Not surprisingly, a backlash ensued, and Rupert Murdoch suddenly euthanized the whole production. The Fox specials would not air. The book would be pulped and reincarnated as pages in more prestigious HarperCollins titles, say, perhaps, Sex, Sex, and More Sex and Confessions of a Recovering Slut. Bill O’Reilly, whose best-selling etiquette guides are also published by HarperCollins, would not have to boycott himself.

Mission accomplished, right?

Well, not exactly. If I Did It may not reach as many people as it would have had News Corporation stayed the course, but it’s not going to disappear either. The Fox specials were taped. Books were printed, and at least some were distributed to bookstores. If I Did It is out there, and these days, if it’s out there, it will eventually make its way to YouTube, the Enquirer, or any of a million other potential outlets.

Had If I Did It been published as planned, great stacks of the book may very well have been bruising remainder tables by early January and still not moving at $4.98 a pop. Now, it’s a forbidden mystery, more intriguing than ever — how graphic does O.J. get? How cruelly, psychopathically bold is he in his re-enactment of these crimes? No doubt, we’ll know soon enough. In the meantime, O.J. is laughing all the way to whatever discreet financial institution HarperCollins courteously sent his check.

Greg Beato is a freelance journalist who has written for SPIN, The Washington Post, and many other publications, including his own Web site, Soundbitten.com.