Did What I Did Not Do by O. J. Simpson
by Jeremy Kinnard
Forward by Michael Jackson
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.
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. Simpson¹ to bits along with her lover, Ronald McAsshole Goldman². 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.
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 several dozen
published and unpublished works including a novel, short stories, and original
screenplays. He passionately enjoys writing and yearns to create original and
marketable ideas. A native of Atlanta, Georgia, he received a Bachelor of Arts
in Film Studies and Creative Writing at Emory University.
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