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CELEBRITY WIVES - NICOLE SIMPSON

Nicole Brown Simpson

1959 - 1994

Nicole Brown Simpson personified the California dream.

Unfortunately, the dream began to drip blood.

She was blonde and beautiful. She grew up to enjoy a healthy sexual adulthood. She married a celebrity and became a Brentwood socialite.

She gave birth to two wonderful children and divorced her abusive husband. She returned to a healthy sexual adulthood.

Then her bloody corpse was found in the front courtyard of her condominium at 875 South Bundy Drive.

A male friend lay butchered beside her.

Nicole Brown was born May 19, 1959 in West Germany. She became homecoming queen of her high school. After graduation, Nicole worked as a waitress at the Daisy, a Beverly Hills nightclub, where she met football legend Orenthal James (O.J.) Simpson. She was 18 - he was 30 years old. Shortly thereafter, they began living together and were finally married on February 2, 1985.

"Nicole was a very simple,
very unsophisticated woman
who met OJ when I believe she was 19.
She had never prepared herself
to live independently in the world.
She had no job skills."
- A friend of Nicole's

Nicole became a mother of two children, Sydney and Justin. Her marriage to OJ suffered from physical abuse and adultery.

"I don't want to stay on the line.
He's going to beat the shit out of me."
- Nicole Brown Simpson to 911 operator

"She was battered incessantly,
regularly, all the time.
I'm not saying 24 hours a day,
but the incidents of battering
were extraordinarily high."
- Dr. Susan Forward, Nicole's therapist

In 1992, Nicole, citing abuse and adultery, divorced OJ, winning a $433,000 cash settlement and $10,000 per month in child support.

"O.J. threw me against the walls
and on the floor.
Put bruises on my arm and back.
The window scared me.
Thought he'd throw me out.
He threw a fit, chased me, grabbed me,
threw me into walls.
Threw all my clothes out of the window
into the street three floors below.
Bruised me."
- Nicole Brown Simpson

Nicole tried to remain on friendly terms with the father of her two children. OJ lobbied for their reconciliation. Their post-marriage relationship continued to be plagued with disharmony.

"Everywhere I go he shows up.
I really think he is going to kill me."
- Nicole Brown Simpson

"I'm very glad I was able to be here
and spend this time with you,
because God knows where I'll be in a year."
- Ron Goldman,
speaking publicly seven months prior to his murder

Ronald Lyle Goldman was born July 2, 1968. He was raised in Chicago until his family moved to Los Angeles in 1987. Ron grew up to become an outgoing young man who enjoyed the Southern California lifestyle: surfing, weightlifting, baseball, tennis, and volleyball on the beach. He found work as a part-time model and aspired to an acting career. But his life wasn't all California poppies, Ron dropped out of college twice and filed for bankruptcy. He began working as a waiter at Mezzaluna, a trendy Brentwood restaurant. He met Nicole, a wealthy older woman, and began a casual friendship with her. Sometimes, she let him drive her Ferrari around town.

"You think it's a bad dream
and then you realize that
you're never going to see him again.
He was a special human being.
He didn't deserve what happened."
- Fred Goldman

Orenthal James Simpson was born in San Francisco in 1947 and grew up to become quite an athlete. OJ attended the University of Southern California and played football, earning All-American honors and winning the Heisman Trophy in 1968. OJ went on to play professional football and set several National Football League records. After retiring in 1979, he capitalized on his celebrity to work as an actor and sports commentator. He lived a playboy lifestyle, dating glamorous models and actresses. But most of all, OJ loved to play golf.

On Sunday, June 12, 1994, Nicole attended her daughter's recital at Paul Revere Middle School in Brentwood.

Apparently, OJ arrived and became angry with Nicole.

After dining with her family at Mezzaluna (OJ wasn't invited), Nicole took her children across the street to Ben & Jerry's for ice cream. Later, when Nicole's mother returned home, she realized that she had left her prescription glasses back at the restaurant.

She phoned the restaurant and the employees found them outside in the gutter. Nicole's mother called Nicole who called the restaurant and arranged for her waiter friend Ron Goldman to drop them off after he got off work.

A few hours later, a neighbor walking his dog, spotted Nicole's dog wandering around without a leash. When he took the dog back to Nicole's he found the bodies. Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ron Lyle Goldman had been ruthlessly murdered.

Meanwhile, OJ flew to Chicago. When he was notified regarding the death of his ex-wife, he returned to Los Angeles. OJ became a suspect. On the day he was to give himself up to the police, he disappeared. OJ left a suicide note (see below).

When he was found alive, he led the police on a slow-speed freeway chase back to his Rockingham estate where he was arrested and charged with murder.

OJ pleaded "absolutely, positively, 100% not guilty."

OJ's trial was televised, becoming an international public performance for both the prosecution as well as the defense. Both sides played their roles as if they were candidates for the Academy Award. The judge showed the world how delightfully eccentric he was by displaying his clock collection atop his bench. The court and jury members all dreamed of rich Hollywood contracts to come.

America tuned in to the trial like it was a new hit series or a presidential funeral. It was another nail in the coffin of celebrity.

Media careers were built and destroyed.

The "N" word was finally publicly acknowledged as a derogative slur.

Nicole and Ron were portrayed as materialistic Westside sluts.

OJ as a power-crazed, jealous, stalking monster.

The trial and the verdict split the country along racial and economic lines.

The prosecution arrogantly thought they had a slam dunk case and overplayed their hand, carelessly presenting the evidence.

For his defense team, OJ used his fortune to buy the services of the best legal minds in the world. The media dubbed them "The Dream Team."

As a result, despite seemingly irrefutable DNA evidence, the jury found OJ Simpson not guilty.

Although devastated by the verdict, the Brown and Goldman families successfully sued OJ Simpson in civil court. They were awarded $33.5 million dollars.

OJ sold his house and moved to Florida.

The evidence places OJ Simpson at the scene of the crime. He had the motive as well as the opportunity.

But did he do it?

A few weeks before the murder, OJ had played golf with President Bill Clinton, now he was shunned by most of society.

Text of undated letter from Nicole Brown Simpson to O.J. Simpson:

(Simpson testified he never received the letter.)

O.J.

I think I have to put this all in a letter. A lot of years ago I used to do much better in a letter, I'm gonna try it again now. I'd like you to keep this letter if we split, so that you'll always know why we split. I'd also like you to keep it if we stay together, as a reminder.

Right now I am so angry! If I didn't know that the courts would take Sydney & Justin away from me if I did this I would (expletive) every guy including some that you know just to let you know how it feels.

I wish someone could explain all this to me. I see our marriage as a huge mistake and you don't. I knew what went on in our relationship before we got married. I knew after 6 years that all the things I thought were going on -- were! All the things I gave in to -- all the "I'm sorry for thinking that" -- "I'm sorry for not believing you" -- "I'm sorry for not trusting you."

I made up with you all the time and even took the blame many times for your cheating. I know this took place because we fought about it a lot and even discussed it before we got married with my family and a minister.

Okay, before the marriage I lived with it and dealt with (illegible) mainly because you finally said that we weren't married at the time. I assumed that your recurring nasty attitude and mean streak was to cover up your cheating and a general disrespect for women and a lack of manners!

I remember a long time ago a girlfriend of yours wrote you a letter. She said, "well you aren't married yet so let's get together." Even she had the same idea of marriage as me. She believed that when you marry you wouldn't be going out anymore -- adultery is a very important thing to many people.

It's one of the first 10 things I learned at Sunday school. You said it (illegible) some things you learn at school stick! And the 10 Commandments did!

I wanted to be a wonderful wife!

I believed you that it would finally be "you and me against the world" -- that people would be envious or in awe of us because we stuck through it and finally became one a real couple.

I let my guard down. I thought it was finally gonna be you and me. You wanted a baby (so you said) and I wanted a baby -- then with each pound you were terrible. You gave me dirty looks of disgust, said mean things to me at times about my appearance, walked out on me and lied to me.

I remember one day my mom said, "he actually thinks you can have a baby and not get fat."

I gained 10 to 15 pounds more that I should have with Sydney. Well that's by the book. Most women gain twice that. It's not like it was that much, but you made me feel so ugly! I've battled 10 pounds up and down the scale since I was 15. It was no more extra weight than was normal for me to be up. I believe my mom -- you thought a baby weighs 7 pounds and the woman should gain 7 lbs. I'd like to finally tell you that that's not the way it is. And had you read those books I got you on pregnancy you may have known that.

In between Sydney and Justin you say my clothes bothered you, that my shoes were on the floor, that I bugged you. Wow, that's so terrible! Try I had a low self esteem because since we got married I felt like the paragraph above.

There was also that time before Justin and after few months Sydney, I felt really good about how I got back into shape and we made out. You beat the holy hell out of me and we lied at the X-ray lab and said I fell off a bike. Remember!??

Great for my self-esteem.

There are a number of other instances that I could talk about that made my marriage so wonderful - like the televised Clipper game and going to (illegible) before the game and your 40th birthday party and the week leading up to it. But I don't like talking about the past. It depressed me.

Then came the pregnancy with Justin and, oh, how wonderful you treated me again. I remember swearing to God and myself that under no circumstances would I let you be in that delivery room. I hated you so much since Justin's birth and the mad New Years Eve beat up.

I just don't see how our stories compare. I was so bad because I wore sweats and left shoes around and didn't keep a perfect house, or comb my hair the way you liked it, or had dinner ready at the precise moment you walked through the door, or that I just plain got on your nerves sometimes. I just don't see how that compares to infidelity, wife beating, and verbal abuse.

I just don't think everybody goes through this.

And if I wanted to hurt you or had it in me to be anything like the person you are -- I would have done so after the (illegible) incident. But I didn't even do it then. I called the cops to save my life whether you believe it or not. But I didn't pursue anything after that. I didn't prosecute, I didn't call the press and I didn't make a big charade out of it. I waited for it to die down and asked for it to. But I've never loved you since or been the same.

It made me take a look at my life with you -- my wonderful life with the superstar that wonderful man, O.J. Simpson, the father of my kids -- that husband of that terribly insecure (illegible) -- the girl with no self esteem (illegible) of worth -- she must be (illegible) those things to with a guy like that.

It certainly doesn't take a strong person to be with a guy like that and certainly no one would be envious of that life.
I agree after we married things changed. We couldn't have house fulls of people like I used to have over and barbeque for, because I had other responsibilities. I didn't want to go to a lot of events and I'd back down at the last minute on functions and trips. I admit I'm sorry.

I just believe that a relationship is based on trust and the last time I trusted you was at our wedding ceremony.

It's just so hard for me to trust you again. Even though you say you're a different guy. That O.J. Simpson guy brought me a lot of pain and heartache. I tried so hard with him. I wanted so to be a good wife. But he never gave me a chance.

OJ SIMPSON'S SUICIDE NOTE

To Whom It May Concern:

First, everyone understand. I have nothing to do with Nicole's murder. I loved her; always have and always will. If we had a problem, it's because I loved her so much.

Recently, we came to the understanding that for now we were not right for each other, at least for now. Despite our love, we were different and that's why we mutually agreed to go our separate ways.

It was tough splitting for a second time, but we both knew it was for the best. Inside, I had no doubt that in the future we would be close friends or more. Unlike what has been written in the press, Nicole and I had a great relationship for most of our lives together. Like all long-term relationships, we had a few downs and ups.

I took the heat New Year's 1989 because that's what I was supposed to do. I did not plead no contest for any other reason but to protect our privacy and was advised it would end the press hype.

I don't want to belabor knocking the press, but I can't believe what is being said. Most of it is totally made up. I know you have a job to do, but as a last wish, please, please, please, leave my children in peace. Their lives will be tough enough.

I want to send my love and thanks to all my friends. I'm sorry I can't name every one of you, especially A.C. Man, thanks for being in my life. The support and friendship I received from so many: Wayne Hughes, Lewis Marks, Frank Olson, Mark Packer, Bender, Bobby Kardashian. I wish we had spent more time together in recent years. My golfing buddies: Hoss, Alan Austin, Mike, Craig, Bender, Wyler, Sandy, Jay, Donnie, thanks for the fun.

All my teammates over the years: Reggie, you were the soul of my pro career. Ahmad, I never stopped being proud of you. Marcus, you've got a great lady in Catherine, don't mess it up. Bobby Chandler, thanks for always being there. Skip and Kathy, I love you guys. Without you, I never would have made it through this far.

Marguerite, thanks for the early years. We had some fun. Paula, what can I say? You are special. I'm sorry I'm not going to have, we're not going to have, our chance. God brought you to me, I now see. As I leave, you'll be in my thoughts.

I think of my life and feel I've done most of the right things. So why do I end up like this? I can't go on. No matter what the outcome, people will look and point. I can't take that. I can't subject my children to that. This way, they can move on and go on with their lives.

Please, if I've done anything worthwhile in my life, let my kids live in peace from you, the press.

I've had a good life. I'm proud of how I lived. My mama taught me to do unto others. I treated people the way I wanted to be treated. I've always tried to be up and helpful. So why is this happening?

I'm sorry for the Goldman family. I know how much it hurts.

Nicole and I had a good life together. All this press talk about a rocky relationship was no more that what every long-term relationship experiences. All her friends will confirm that I have been totally loving and understanding of what she's been going through.
At times, I have felt like a battered husband or boyfriend, but I loved her; make that clear to everyone. And I would take whatever it took to make it work.

Don't feel sorry for me. I've had a great life, great friends. Please think of the real O.J. and not this lost person.

Thanks for making my life special. I hope I helped yours.

Peace and love,

O.J.

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