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In 1995, when the O.J. verdict was read, they thought we were going to riot. I don't really know who "they" and "we" were, but I remember how tense the school felt in the minutes leading up to the announcement. I'm sure that it was hot on October 3, and I'm sure that, along with the other 25 tiny ninth graders in Mr. Corcos's class, I was wearing a flannel, heat be damned. But what I actually remember about that morning was that all of the teachers in the building had opened their classroom doors and tuned their radios to the same ongoing coverage, and that when I opened the door of our classroom it was as if the news existed in surround sound. That trial was all around us, as it had been for almost a year and a half.
I've actually made a conscious attempt over the years to ignore O.J. Simpson and his lies, but I of course waited tonight to find out what the verdict would be, 13 years to the day of his acquittal, in his robbery case. I really wish that I could say that only part of me wants to gloat, but honestly, it's all of me. Kudos to the justice system for finally getting it right. Better late than never.
I've actually made a conscious attempt over the years to ignore O.J. Simpson and his lies, but I of course waited tonight to find out what the verdict would be, 13 years to the day of his acquittal, in his robbery case. I really wish that I could say that only part of me wants to gloat, but honestly, it's all of me. Kudos to the justice system for finally getting it right. Better late than never.