Pablo Fenjves in 'Prologue'
So, in fact, a very large part of the population supports him. But the existence of these people is denied, they have practically no access to the media anymore, they are made mute and invisible. There is something like a civil war going on, it's the war between good and evil, but the good guys have no power, although they are probably not outnumbered by the bad guys. As "O.J." says himself: "Half of you think I did it, and nothing will ever make you change your minds. The other half know I didn't do it, and all evidence in the world -- planted or otherwise -- isn't going to sway you, either."
That's the way it is. The witch-hunters are just incapable of keeping the possibility open he is innocent; whereas the decent people base their opinions on observation and logic and their capacity to learn to know a person, and when they know the truth they are not going to believe a lie. Every argument between the two parties is useless.
The supporters of O.J. Simpson live in enemy territory, and they have no defense. The witch-hunters must have classified all supporters as subhumans, as their feelings are never taken into account, not even the feelings of those two children who lost their mother when they were 5 and 8 years old and have been severely mentally abused by them ever since. When Judge Judy called a mother a "moron" in the presence of her child, people called that child abuse, and they were right. Do they think those children never watched TV or glanced at a magazine?
I set out to give an overview of the psychology of evil in a few pages but obviously I can't do it. It all starts simple enough, a child is forced to confess to a crime it didn't commit, but the mental diseases that are caused by that are too numerous and gruesome for me to analyze. What are the motives of a rapist? I don't know and I don't care. I'm fed up with it. I started to do the internet research on O.J. Simpson after they sent him to prison; before that I had hardly been confronted with this witch-hunt. It's a trip to hell. I can only do it for 5-10 minutes at the time, after that I'm so furious that I feel like killing people. The stupidity of those lies, the anti-logic, the ugliness, the glorification of indecency ... all with that air of moral superiority that is the devil's trademark. It makes me too sick.
But there is one important subject I have yet to discuss.
A man abuses his wife. He might have the same motives as Nicole Brown, but suppose he is motivated by despise for women, like, I think, most wife-beaters. So after a few years of marriage, in spite of all the devices he has developed to keep her mentally at a distance, she is getting to close and he hits her. It's a pattern. Half a year later he does it again and then those incidents become more and more frequent and serious. For a long time his wife has shifted it all aside as not belonging to her real life and to who he really is, but the moment arrives when she can't do that anymore and she breaks up with him. Then all she has shifted aside comes up and she starts rewriting history ... why did she put up with that? "You thought you deserved it" says Oprah Winfrey, "you had a very low self-esteem ..." It's the mother of all demons: the slave-soul. The slave-soul is a creature without self-respect, she is inferior by nature and accepts it. It doesn't exist. None of those demons really exist, but they rule the world.
"At times I have felt like a battered husband or boyfriend but I loved her" says Mr. Simpson. He is not afraid of demons, he knows they don't exist. For in the end people are not just afraid to be seen as a demon; they are afraid to be it.
The wife-beater wakes up a demon that came into being years before. Children cannot help loving their parents. To be despised by someone you love creates that demon, it's the worst humiliation in the world. In Oscar Wilde's play, Salome loves Jokanaan who despises her; she wants his head in a silver charger. (Of course the witch-hunters called that play erotic; they don't understand it, so "it must be something sexual" ...) Wilde wrote that play in French to have it translated into English by his friend Alfred Douglas, who intensely hated his father. He probably hoped Douglas would recognize himself in Salome and his father in Jokanaan.
When they made you look like a slave-soul, you want it turned around,
the master becoming the slave. That is easier said then done, you have to see
someone you have respected for a long time as a subhuman; you don't know how to
do it. So, if the mountain will not come to Mohammed ... You project the enemy on
the subhuman and go after him.
So that 1989 verdict might have had a lot to do with the witch-hunt. Of course Marcia Clark knew he didn't kill anybody, but she wanted his head in a silver charger. Of course Jackie Glass knew he never robbed anybody but she managed to practically literally turn him into a slave.
He made an incredible performance out of it, demonstrating that the only thing that is wrong with a slave is his position, not who he is; he is as great and beautiful as the sun. If you want to see a monster you have to look in the other direction, to the person behind that table ... the slave owner.