Roger,
OJ wasn’t an oreo cookie, he was an oreo cookie wannabe. His heart was never white at all. When he snapped he showed that all those years in Brentwood, tended to by well-heeled blondes, hadn’t changed him at all. His heart was what it had always been…purest black.
Which was why the jury acquitted him. They didn’t think he was innocent of the charges. They knew he did it. But they also knew that it was the right thing to do. Roger, you still don’t understand how much many blacks hate white people. Really, truly hate them.
When OJ slashed and stabbed two white people to death, he’d shown that in the end he really was black, really was ‘one of them’. By ridding the world of two white people, OJ had declared his truest loyalties. The prodigal son had come home.
The acquittal and subsequent celebration was just black America’s way of saying, “Welcome back, our wayward son! Oh, and nice job on those honkies.”
