“Heroic tragedy” fairly describes the life of O.J. Simpson.
He damned his soul by murdering his wife, Nicole Brown, and her friend Ron Goldman. And he forfeited any chance of redemption by failing to show even a trace of contrition after getting away with it.
Thus, despite all his fame and infamy, nothing in his life became him, like leaving it a shunned and pathetic shell of himself.
By the way, O.J. had 99 problems, but racism wasn’t one. So stop using him to decry racism in America. If anything, O.J. was the poster boy for Blacks who only remember they’re Black when they get in trouble and need Blacks to support them.
The man himself took pride in saying he ain’t Black; he’s O.J. Well, good riddance, O.J.
I have confessed to writing too many commentaries on his fall from grace. And I see no point in dignifying him by saying anything else.
However, it’s worth noting that no glove will fit any hand sheathed in a latex glove, especially with fingers hell-bent on making it impossible to fit.
Good riddance, O.J.