It's impossible to forget the day OJ pulled out his greatest upset victory, an 11-1 jury-rig over his bumbling opponent, the LAPD. Up until then, the best he had done was to rush for 2,000 yards in one season of a career that had long passed him by. But that clearly wasn't stopping the Juice from one more run at the record books. He now had the record for most grisly and obvious double-slaughter committed without being prosecuted.

What really sticks in my mind though, is not the fact that there won't be enough firewood in hell to fill the woodstove they're saving for OJ. It's the reaction I witnessed when the verdict came out. I was standing near a group of young black men, when one received a call on his cell phone. He conveyed the message to his group and literally jumped for joy. "We won" they yelled. "We won". I looked at them quizzically. What had they won? A double murderer worked an imperfect system of jurisprudence and walked away free. I didn't see any money fall into their hands, I didn't see their bosses run out and give them promotions, I didn't see any of them getting a get out of jail (but not for) free card. OJ's life was changed that day. Their lives, but for a sickening celebration of a double murderer, were identical. They didn't get it. In the single most vile demonstration I had ever witnessed, it was clear just how desperate they were to spew their internal ugliness. I turned to them and said, "We won, are you guys crazy? He won, he's still rich (at least for the moment he was) and you're still poor. There's no we, OJ just became black again today. He hasn't been black for 30 years". It was so sad. Because like many blacks, they were so desperate for a crumb's worth of special treatment,  they'd even tie themselves to a hero who had long ago forsaken them. OJ killed his white x-wife, he had a white girlfriend, lived in one of the richest, predominantly white neighborhoods in America, and the closest he came to a black friend after football was an Armenian. OJ dated, married, befriended, lived and riased his children in exclusively rich/white circles. But all of a sudden, when he flipped and decided to kill a few people and make the slow roll to Mexico, he called upon his leftover black friend to help. All of a sudden when his #### was being fitted for an electric chair, he hired a #### of a black mouthpiece to play the race card in court.

 All of a sudden, because it was his last best hope to get away with murder, OJ was a brother to all the black folks from which he worked so hard to distance himself.  So here's what the young brothers didn't get.  He used them. He won and they lost. OJ not only despised their and his blackness so much that he dedicated his life to escaping it, he had just drawn the color line back to black in order to get away with murder. This served them how? Do poor blacks, or blacks in general, now escape criminal conviction more frequently? No. Did OJ's “triumphant” dash from a jail cell elevate the social standing of blacks? No. Did anything change for anyone other than OJ on that day? No.

He used you, bruthas. He didn't want you before he was a murderer, and he doesn't need you now that the trial is over. Yet you were stupid enough to think you won something. The sad fact, for all you celebrants, is that OJ's "victory" was not blacks winning out over whites, it was rich folk winning out over po' folk. OJ didn't beat the system because he was black, he just had enough money to burn multi-millions throwing every possible curveball at the justice system, one of which was the race ball. Besides, all of the late rapper Johnnie (J-Dog) Cochran's theatrics would have been wasted if not for Barry Schecks ability to befuddle the jury with DNA speak. Yet blacks were and still are so blinded by their hatred as to embrace a felled hero who despised his own and their skin color. And we see it repeatedly. It's present in the blatant racism of scrambling to defend Michael Vick when he obviously has committed a handful of felonies, aside from being a mentally-challenged throwback to the gene pool. We see it in the rush of posters like De (the swinging Dragon) moronicume, wasting endless, thinly-veiled,  I hate whitey rhetoric, to defend gutter-trash like Adam Jones on the heels of his 16th criminal investigation. We see it in Ultra-mega's pretzel logic where using a laminated bat for part of one season is every bit as performance enhancing as twelve years of steroids. In the "Dragon's" case though, he's crapping his pants, because the Feds are jumping in. The cases are gonna be handled effectively, the perps won't be walking anywhere but the prison yard, and he'll have to get an earth mover to cover the truth in ####, instead of the thin layer he usually produces. But party on bruthas. As Rick James said, '"cocaine is a helluva drug". You can get high all you want on the idea that black folks are getting "even" by throwing piles of money at an imperfect system. You can rush to make all the twisted excuses in the universe for a cast of characters like OJ that can't get away from you fast enough, You can shill to rich punks like Kobe and Barry who know less about being black than I do. You can even ride the tails of devils like Vick and Jones who only serve to disgrace and reinforce negative stereotypes about blacks. You can think that you have something in common with those guys, because you pull the "blame whitey" card.

 

 

 

But it doesn't work my brutha's. Having millions of dollars to pay to white lawyers is what gets you a free pass to rape, murder or commit whatever crime you choose to perpetrate. Whether it's the most egregious in nature or just the stupidest (see McNair, Steve).

 

In the meantime, consider that in your rush to bask in the limelight of the folks who use color as a tool to perpetrate, they're using you.  And your willingness to blindly support them regardless of their blatant and obvious malfeasance smacks of the same collusion we saw in the 50's and 60's when Billy Bob lynched your grandpa and Jimmy Ray swore on the stand that he was innocent. Racism, my brutha's, clearly is not just for whitey anymore. The #### is going to have to yield to the BBB (Black Brutha Brigade). But you've been duped, duped in the worst way for the worst possible reason, by distant cousins who only need you when they need to get out of trouble.

 

So now tell me what you've won, again. Or have you merely become what you beheld?