Damn, it's been a full decade since O.J. Simpson "the real killers" stabbed Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman. And I still can't believe what happened.

Where was I? I found out when I walked into a writing class at college. I hadn't watched TV that morning, because I found it inconceivable that he'd be acquitted. My classmates' shocked expressions told me otherwise.

To this day I've never spoken with a single white person who thinks O.J. didn't do it. Even my most liberal white friends think he was a guilty in the colloquial sense, but should have been acquitted due to LAPD corruption tainting the investigation.

But I saw lots of black people celebrating and even a friend of mine — a mild-mannered, thoughtful, religious son of Caribbean immigrants who was attending an Ivy League school — insisted that O.J. was innocent, period.

He was certainly smart enough to grasp DNA evidence. He did not use racism to excuse his own shortcomings. And he certainly did not resent white people (he's married to one now).

More or less, his belief was that the racist LAPD framed a rich black man that they resented. Convincing him that the DNA evidence superceded that was impossible; like using dinosaur bones to show a creationist the error of his ways.

So, ten years later, I'm still frustrated about the O.J. Simpson trial; not so much about how such an obviously guilty man can use his wealth to escape justice (that's upsetting, but not surprising), but how so many people could deny something so obvious — that O.J. Simpson was a murderer.

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