Verdict brings back memories of Simpson


Verdict brings back memories of Simpson

Floored.

Shocked.

Angry.

Frustrated.

Incredulous.

Those were just a few of the emotions running through my head when I first heard the verdict in the Casey Anthony trial on Tuesday. The truth be told, I actually laughed at first. There was so much rambling around this cavernous skull of mine that I was speechless, and in a state of mini-shock. There was no way possible, I thought, that Anthony was found not guilty.

I went across the parking lot to Kool Bean to get some deadline caffeine and the television screen there was showing the aftermath of the verdict. There were images of Anthony’s parents hustling out the door as soon as the verdict came in. There was video of Anthony reacting to the verdict with her attorneys. And there were talking heads discussing the verdict and what comes next.

It just seemed surreal.

I was reminded of a time somewhat long ago when I was driving down the road in California when the radio station I was listening to announced that the verdict was coming in for the O.J. Simpson trial. I actually pulled over into a parking lot so I could hear it and was grateful I did because I would have probably crashed my car had I heard it while driving.

I remember being angry at that point, just as I was when I heard the Anthony verdict. The day I heard the O.J. verdict was the day my innocence was crushed regarding our judicial system. At that point I just knew that guilt or innocence did not necessarily matter — it all came down to lawyers and the right jury.

And that was hammered home to me again on Tuesday.

I read a lot of news, both in print and online. It’s not only part of my job to stay informed, but I also truly enjoy reading well-written news stories. It would have been impossible for me to not be pretty aware of this case over the past few years, between all the media outlets covering the salacious nature of the young, pretty girl in Florida accused of murdering her child and Nancy Grace spending the last three years of her life carrying a torch with the hope that she could burn Anthony at the stake one day.

Actually, Grace was one of my first thoughts when I heard the news. I just knew she was going to have an absolute fit over this verdict, and she did not disappoint Tuesday evening when discussing Anthony’s defense team sitting in a bar and having a toast over the verdict.

“You know what,” asked Grace. “I’m not a preacher. And I’m not a rabbi. But something is wrong with that because Caylee is dead. ... Somewhere out there tonight, the devil is dancing.”

To be fair, I think Grace is part of the country’s problem with the media. The public sees people like Grace or the talking heads on MSNBC or Fox and lumps those people in with actual journalists. They are not. They are paid to voice their opinions or push an agenda dear to a network, and should not be lumped in with all the hard-working actual journalists who spend their lives trying to tell stories accurately and with facts.

But I digress.

An old friend of mine is now an attorney in Florida, and he reminded me yesterday that most of us were not privy to exactly what evidence the jury was allowed to consider when reaching a decision. That’s a fair point. Of course, he was also floored by the verdict, so take from that what you want.

Regardless, it would appear on the surface that Anthony got away with something here, and that ticks me off to new levels of tickiness. Frustrated with everything I was reading and hearing about the case, I decided to free my mind and scan over some sports headlines.

“Analyst: Breatt Favre might be interested in returning for 21st year.”

Back to the Anthony trial coverage ...