I’ve been observing an unofficial moratorium on O.J. Simpson-related news, but in today’s Washington Post (“Throwing the Book at O.J. Simpson“), Neely Tucker uses the events surrounding the publication of If I Did It as a lens through which to examine Fred Goldman and his single-minded focus on getting back at the man he believes killed his son–and I read to the end.
It is one thing, of course, to lose your child to a crime of violence. It is another to see the accused murderer parading around South Florida at one golf course or another, doing everything possible to avoid paying court-ordered judgments against him.
Then again, it is also true that bitterness and obsession eat at the heart. They are acidic. They destroy what they touch.