I wish I could have said this directly to you, but I wasn’t given the chance.
You won’t hear me refer to you as “Mr. Simpson,” or “O.J.,” because our family refers to you as the “killer” who took our wonderful Ronny away from us.
When I stepped in that courtroom for the first time, I expected to see a man in a blue jail uniform. Instead I saw a coward. A man with a grin on his face wearing a newly pressed suit.
I shuddered at your size—I almost vomited when I realized that your big hands murdered my innocent brother.
Your psychopathic mind has probably convinced you that you didn’t commit these murders. You have probably placed the blame on your battered wife or better yet, Ron. You held the knife that lunged into my brother’s body so many times.
Did you ever think of Ron and the family that he was leaving behind? Did you ever realize that there were many other people who love Ron and would miss him? Did you ever stop and wonder if Ron might have dreams and aspirations? Did you even care, for that matter?
My life has fallen apart. I have lost my faith in the justice system. My oldest brother was ripped away from me, and you are still alive to talk about it.
Ron will never have the opportunity to watch me grow up. There are things that I want to share with him on a day-to-day basis. I’m sure that you know what that’s like with your children. I want to ask him advice, I want to make sure that I’m taking the right path. Now I can’t!
My brother wanted to have children; he wanted to settle down and get married. He had dreams to live and to fulfill, and you stopped him dead in his tracks.
A hero is someone we all look up to, someone to admire, someone who would do anything for anyone. Ron was a hero. He risked his life to stop your malicious hand from striking violence on your ex-wife one last time, but unfortunately, he was unsuccessful.
My life has a huge gap which I will feel forever. I often get emotional at the drop of a pin, and I sometimes have dreams about Ron and what his future would have been like. These dreams should be a reality.
When I thought of Ron’s death, I thought car accident or some sort of everyday accident. I never thought about a murderer—with a knife. You took a knife and stabbed it into Ron. You took two wonderful human beings off this earth—and everyone is suffering now except you.
I was brought up not to use the word “hate,” but I have made an exception. I HATE YOU!!! I hate the fact that you are able to breathe. I hate the fact that you are able to function as a human being. I hate the fact that you are alive. I hate the fact that you ruined my life. I hate the fact that another murderer is loose in our society.
Was Ron afraid? Do his pleas haunt you every night before you go to sleep? Do you realize that Ron will never get to do anything that you are doing? Ron suffered because of your ignorance and your disgusting, jealous behavior.
I would love to have you in a room and pound on you until you told me—How? Why? There are no answers. Murder is final.
Is it fair that all that I have left are videotapes, memories, and pictures? I deserve to have Ron as a part of my life. Ron deserved to live. It should be your useless body six feet under, not Ron’s!
When I sat in the courtroom and made eye contact with you, I had to restrain myself from jumping over the railing. I wanted to put you through torture. I wanted you to suffer like Ron suffered. Unfortunately, this was only a daydream.
Not only did you break the hearts of millions of people across the country, but you broke my heart. You broke the circle of love that once knit my family together. You took a huge piece of me when you took Ron.
Ron was the type of person whom I could always count on. He would listen to me for hours on end, comforting me and telling me that everything would turn out for the better. Well, nothing is better. My life is a mess. I had to teach myself to be happy again. I had to try to stop thinking about the murder scene. I had to try to find some kind of normalcy. Do you know what it’s like to have a huge chunk of your life missing because of one ignorant human being?
Ron didn’t even get a chance to see me off on my first date, to lecture me about guys, to guide me with my dreams. He was always waiting for that chance. He wanted to protect me from everything and make sure that no one would ever hurt me. I didn’t get a chance to protect Ron. I didn’t think I would need to.
As I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks, all that I feel is hatred toward you—a murderer!
You will never get to see our Ronny again because you are going to burn in hell with all of the murderers, drug dealers, and robbers of this world, while Ronny rests peacefully in heaven!