I have spent countless numbers of hours thinking about what I would say to the man who killed my brother if I had the chance. Now that chance is mine. The hate that I feel toward you cannot be paralleled. I think about what you did to my brother—on a day-to-day basis. To think that a human being was capable of that kind of brutality makes me sick. The way you pranced into the courtroom with your “Scheme Team” made me sick. When it was all said and done, and you heard the verdict, I hated you for the way you stared at Kim when she was in tears. Then it happened. Juror 6 decided to throw up a black power sign. That summed it all up. It was not about you killing my brother and Nicole. It was about racism. I bet you felt great when you walked on the streets as a free man—something my brother will never have the chance to do. I have a little news for you, Mr. Killer: You are not a free man. Life just can’t be the same for you anymore. You used to be an athlete, but now all you are is a coward and a murderer. You took something from me that I can never replace. Ron was a caring person who gave up his life to save a friend. I really do not know what your fate holds, but I do know that one day you will have to answer to a much higher justice. A justice that does not see color and does not hear racism. What are you going to do then? Think really hard, because life has a strange way of giving things back to people. I have gone over what happened that night thousands of times in my head. All is see is a HERO running in to save a friend, and a coward stabbing him to death. When you took Ron away, it was not only my family’s loss, it was the world’s loss, because that’s the kind of person Ron was. All I can tell you is, you are lucky that I was not there the night of June 12, 1994, because you would be the one who was six feet under now. You say that you feel like the victim; what about Ron and Nicole. What about their families and loved ones? They are the true victims. Like I said before, What goes around, comes around. I believe that yours is on the way. To look at the emptiness in Kim’s and Fred’s eyes is enough to make me want to kill you. I understand that killing is not a way to fix a problem, but the thought has crossed my mind many times. You killed my brother, and with him a piece of me. I hate you, and there will be a day when you will have nowhere to run. One more thing. Ron and Nicole know when you are coming, but you will be in a place where the heat will be scorching your corrupt soul. You were never a football hero, a hero is my brother, not someone who murders. I hope your life is miserable. I hate you.