When the verdict was announced, my wife and I were at the Puerto Aventuras resort near Cancun. We had sauntered into the thatch-roofed restaurant that evening along with a smattering of other mostly Hawaiian shirt-clad American tourists, to grab a bite and hopefully get some closure on this ordeal we had all collectively been put through.
On hearing “Not guilty,” myself and two or three others stood up and yelled in protest, while the rest just sat there in stunned disbelief. I simply had no stomach to watch Simpson and his shysters smile and congratulate each other, at having not only got away with butchering his ex-wife and Goldman, but at having raped and sodomized the US legal system. My wife and I walked quietly back to our rented condo, and I said to he after some time pondering the events, “I do not think I want to live in a country where that could happen.” Little did I know that at that moment approximately 15% or more of the citizenry of my country were dancing and whooping at the ability of a black man to murder whites with utter impunity.
We have sinced changed our citizenship.
