If ever there was absolute proof that time really does fly, it’s realizing this weekend marks the TWENTY-YEAR ANNIVERSARY of the murders of Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman, with the subsequent famous white Bronco chase down the freeways of Los Angeles.
Being the news junky I am, I kept my nose glued to the coverage of these unbelievable events during the early days following the gruesome and heartbreaking murders in June 1994.
Did OJ do it?
Later that fall, I joined most of America and followed the criminal trial (People of the State of California vs. Orenthal James Simpson) and was especially intrigued to find myself on a legal case in Los Angeles and staying at the same hotel where the OJ jurors were sequestered. I was hooked!
The entire case fascinated me on so many levels. Not only did the lengthy proceeding (nearly a year-long!) showcase state-of-the-art courtroom presentations I would soon learn to use in my legal profession, but we were introduced to amazing characters (can anyone say Kato Kaelin?) and a storyline few novelists could dream up.
The legal wrangling was better than any television drama. We were introduced to Marsha Clark, Judge Ito, Robert Shapiro, Johnie Cochran, F. Lee Bailey, Alan Dershowitz, and Barry Scheck. We watched police witness Mark Fuhrman tank the case for the prosecution, and our hearts broke for Nicole and Ron’s families as the details of that night were revealed.
However, few would admit what I am about to tell you.
The following year, I took my own not-so-famous bronco ride. Our family was on vacation in the Los Angeles area taking in Disneyland and all the other tourist attractions. After much urging on my part, I finally convinced my husband no trip would be complete without a trip to the famous Rockingham and Bundy addresses in Brentwood—the locations I’d seen flashed on my television screen for months.
To get a clear picture of what transpired next, close your eyes and imagine my bored boys in the back whining they just wanted to get back to the hotel pool. Imagine an over zealous woman perched on the roof of our own Bronco with a video camera. Sit and hear me hollering at my husband to ease forward so I could get a close shot of the playhouse and the gate at the driveway. Then watch my husband lean out the driver’s window and yell back, “Kellie, get back in the car. There’s a cop. Get in the car!”
“Just a minute . . . drive forward. Okay, now stop!” See me jump off the roof, camera in hand and shove the lens through the hole in the hedge.
See the police lights . . . hear the siren.
“Miss . . . we’re going to ask you to get back in your car and move along.”
“No buts. Move along.”
Back inside the car. “Mom, that was SO embarrassing!”
Most of you are likely rolling your eyes by now. I admit, my antics were probably a bit over-the-top. Those who know me well are not especially surprised by any of this story.
You see . . . I love the news, I love anything legal, and I love family tensions and drama. All these elements were showcased in the OJ trial. They are also showcased in my new novel A WOMAN OF FORTUNE . And, you don’t even have to embarrass your family to enjoy it!
So, tell me in the comments—did you watch the famous white Bronco chase?
PS – my fellow belle, Jolina Petersheim, has a new book out too.