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Why I Did What I Did Not Do by O. J. Simpson
Length: 60,000 Words plus Author-Supplied Pix Blurb: When O.J. Simpson unwillingly submits to a life behind bars after the recent Las Vegas robbery conviction, he sets out to win back his legacy and his fans. In a parody of If I Did It, he showcases his charisma and tries to resurrect his innocent role-model persona while desperately throwing all of the blame wherever he can. He vows to find his ex-wife's real killer and prove he's not a criminal. But can he redeem himself while arrogantly continuing to contradict himself...and will anyone actually believe him? Synopsis: "O.J. SIMPSON," the fictional caricature who narrates this book, was found guilty of the Las Vegas hotel armed robbery and was sentenced to thirty-five years in prison on twelve counts. Years have passed since the murder trial and his acquittal, and he has missed the high life and living like a star. His movie and endorsement deals are long gone. Passersby have shunned and mocked him. He still owes a large sum of money to the family of one of the murder victims. Now, a depressed and broken prisoner, he wants people to believe his plea of innocence. So he writes this book hoping to win the public back to his side--a book to which he is sure the Goldman family won't want the rights. The (real) O.J. Simpson murder case was one of the most closely followed trials in U.S. history. The verdict stunned the public, spawning outrage from everyday people and the media. Simpson's ongoing battle to avoid paying damages to the victims' families and the events stemming from his involvement in the 2007 Las Vegas robbery keep him in the news. This book is not merely a parody of If I Did It: Confessions of the Killer, but a parody of Simpson's life through all of his scandals, from his attitude toward the media and those involved in his crimes to his response after the public outcry following his controversial promotion of his own book. In this book, "O.J. Simpson" jumps aggressively from topic to topic--he argues how he can't be guilty of any criminal accusation; he blasts Nicole Simpson and denounces her as a person; and he boasts about his NFL status in the Pro Football Hall of Fame. In this book's hypothetical narratives, he mocks first how he would have killed Nicole Simpson had he actually done it, then how he would have robbed the Las Vegas Palace Station hotel if he'd had the chance. He includes transcripts of calls he made to Ronald Goldman's father, to Leslie Nielsen, and to an orange juice corporation and phone sex hotline, where he attempts to persuade everyone that he is innocent. Pages are gathered from online message boards where he argues how he is innocent but is laughed at and ridiculed. "O.J. Simpson" discusses his distinction as a father figure and role model for people like him: "people who didn't kill their ex-wives." He gathers interviews and testimonials from groups of children, frat boys, hipsters, hippies, and clubbers. He shares a poem he wrote that unintentionally showcases his violent tendencies. The murder trial and everyone involved is criticized, and "O.J. Simpson" declares the trial "the biggest waste of time in court history." He dismisses all the evidence placed against him during his trial. For example, why did he forget that he cut his finger the night of the murder? In the book, he responds, "I bleed all the time. Golf is a dangerous sport, and so is piloting a yacht, so I'm used to getting beaten up." The victims, alleged accomplices, and even the stolen memorabilia from the Las Vegas robbery undergo scrutiny and ridicule, and "O.J. Simpson" finds (often absurd) excuses to clear his name from every possible connection to the crime. "O.J. Simpson" discusses racism and media brainwashing as the reasons people believe he is guilty. He explains "The Juice Campaign"--where he plans to travel the world and spread his message on the virtues of innocence. Throughout the book, "Simpson" denies his guilt and avidly discusses finding the real killer of Nicole Simpson and Ronald Goldman. Throughout the book, he makes conflicting statements that scream of his guilt. Even the title implies that he did it, mocking the true confessional, If I Did It. Finally, "O.J. Simpson" apologizes for doing "what I did not do." He says he doesn't care whether or not the reader believes his plea. The fictional "O.J. Simpson" who "wrote" this book only cares about selling books, bribing his way out of prison, and rebuilding his fortune. Opening: Though I never knew O.J. Simpson personally, I have always found it cruel and bird-brained that he was charged with such a terrible, terrible crime. I think many celebrities are targeted as bad guys because they have so much to lose. Everybody wants a piece of us, and they think they can reach up high and take our special lives away from us. Just like a giraffe reaching up and taking a coconut from a palm tree. It's just bird-brained. I may have never been a real fan of O.J. Simpson growing up. I guess I wasn't into football and all that. Too much hitting and big grown men going after each other. Hoo! I've seen some little-league football games, and those aren't so bad. Little kids are innocent, and I think O.J. Simpson is innocent too. People accused him of murder, and that just makes me mad. Ooo-hoo! They go after a successful, friendly person and they try to take it all away from him. I'm happy for O.J. Simpson because they found him innocent. But I think it scars him for a long time. People aren't born murderers. Just like people aren't born pedophiles. People just want our money. It's greed. It's doo doo. People ask me if I hurt little boys. They're bird-brained. The whole thing is bird-brained. I love kids. I love their innocence. And I want to keep them innocent. Kids have a simple goodness that shines straight from their hearts and only asks to be lived. We all want to live it. That's how we were born. Innocent. And innocence needs to be shared. loving thing to do is to share your bed with someone. It's very charming. It's very sweet. It's what the whole world should do. Slumber parties are the definition of innocence. Kids want to sleep with other people. To hold them and breathe on them. To sing to them and touch them. But not touch them like that. Not with lubricant. That's bird-brained. I love kids. But I would never hurt one. Their soft, smooth, innocence deserves a chance to experience childhood. Kids are innocent. I'm innocent. O.J. Simpson is innocent. We're all kids on the inside. Kids that want to burst out and be bad. To not stop until we get enough. Hee heee! We're smooth, but we're not criminals. INTRODUCTION I didn't do it. I didn't do what I did. People say I did it. But that's nothing new. Everyone always says the black guy did it. That's right. Blame the black guy. Blame John Allen Muhammad for the D.C. sniper attacks. Blame Suge Knight for the fall of Death Row Records. They say it was me who did what I did. But it wasn't. It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Who did it? Some other black guy did it. I don't know who. I have ideas. I'm going to find out who did it. But it wasn't me. I didn't do what I did. How could it be me who did what I did? How could I ever do something so heinous? So inhumane? Me, of all people. The Juice. The Legend. Six-time Pro Bowl player. Three-time NFL Player of the Year. 1985 Professional Football Hall of Famer. Winner of the 1995 Razzie Award for Supporting Actor. Proud father of five. (Believe me, I'm proud to be their father.) Proud ex-husband of two. (Believe me, I'm proud to be done with those two.) Proud client of his greatness Johnnie Cochran. For those of you who don't know, in June of 1994 I was charged with first-degree murder by the state of California. I had been falsely accused of hacking Nicole B. Simpsoną to bits along with her lover, Ronald McAsshole Goldman˛. I know. You can't believe it either. The state of California tried me, O.J., the Juice, the Juicemeister, for murder in the first degree. Absolute ludicrousness. But don't fret just yet. For those of you who don't know, I was found not guilty by the grand jury under Judge Lance Ito. Sure, you can say the system works. But does it? Was the real killer tried? Was I found not liable in a civil trial? Did my life ever go back to the way it had been? You see, people. They blamed the wrong black guy. I didn't do it. I didn't kill these people. I'm not saying we're worse off without them. But it wasn't me. If I had killed these people, I wouldn't have done it. And because of all this, my life has been forever tarnished. Not just tarnished like a silver teakettle. I'm talking tarnished like a rusty teakettle. I mean a really rusted teakettle. One an English bum wouldn't use. That's how bad it's gotten for me. I can't leave the house anymore without people looking at me like I'm a killer. I can't walk in public anymore without people calling me names. Not good names like The Juice and Juicesterino. But bad names like "murderer" and "wife-killer" and "woman hater" and "you give a bad name to Blacks everywhere." I can't even make people give me back what's mine without everyone thinking I robbed them. This hurts me. Both as a person and as a legend. You see, the system indeed does not work. [Footnotes:] But I'm not just going to stand around playing golf and navigating my yacht while the public buys all this baloney fabricated by the white media. I'm going to do something about it. I'm going to find the real killer. And I'm going to spread awareness of innocence—how just because you did something you didn't do, that doesn't automatically mean you did it. The public needs to be told the truth. They need to know how innocent lives are changed forever from doing something you didn't do. I did something I didn't do. I killed my ex-wife. And with this book, I'm going to prove to you that I didn't kill her. Bio: Jeremy Kinnard is the author of numerous
published and unpublished works including a novel, short stories, and original
screenplays. He strives to showcase original and marketable ideas satirizing
popular culture and events. A native of Atlanta, Georgia, he received a Bachelor
of Arts in Film Studies and Creative Writing at Emory University. |
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