Column: O.J. Simpson, race and justice. It’s the debate that won’t go away
I can’t say I’ve spent much time thinking about O.J. Simpson over most of the last three decades. But hearing Thursday that he died of cancer reminded me of two conversations that I’ve had about him in the last six months. The first one was with a Black man who worked in Los Angeles city government in 1995 — the year the once-celebrated football star and actor was infamously acquitted in the murders of his ex-wife, Nicole Brown Simpson, and her friend Ronald Goldman. When the verdict was delivered, the Black man told me he and his co-workers were glued to the TV, just like everyone else in America. He recounted calmly and quietly walking outside, looking to make sure no one was around and then cheering. “I didn’t want to scare all the white people,” he told me. I understood. It’s not that he necessarily believed Simpson was innocent. In fact, that was beside the point. He was just happy that, at last, after the explosive fallout of a jury acquitting the white LAPD officers who beat Rodney King, a Black man had finally