Believe it or not, this is still the continuation of Bonsai.

The beauty and irony of OJ Simpson is that for the first time, the European-Americans or Caucasians of America found for the first time what it feels like when the system is manipulated. There is something to the raw emotions and contrast of having 12 white men decide the fate of a minority or a black man in the segregated South of the 18th, 19th and 20th century in contrast to having African-Americans decide the fate of a glamorous, famous retired athlete. White America was aghast with the Simpson verdict. Black America rejoiced in jubilation. I remember that I stayed home just to see that verdict. It made it worthwhile that on that day, I was reprimanded for being too lose on my hours in lab. I thought at the time that the reprimand was nothing because I got to see the verdict.

Why would you not be aghast. The prosecution had mountains of evidence. Although, the prosecution did SUCK in the largest and biggest of terms. Good Lord, if they were the best, then the city of Los Angeles was in prime trouble real estate. How can you screw up a high profile case like that? I don't know. But incompetence had something to do with it. If you saw them question the people, you would have something to say about it. If you saw their opening and closing statements, you would have something to say about incompetence. In contrast, the spiffy and shiny Johnny Cochran ran things like there was no tomorrow. Jesus, the guy gives off schmooze and lubricant when he speaks and smiles. Who can forget..."If the glove does not fit, you must acquit!"? Ah yes, the blunders, the fubs, the screwups of the OJ trial. Somewhere out there, someone who cares wrote a book about it.