From: Jasper
Date: Sunday, December 09, 2007
Time: 01:37:22 AM
Concerned; This is what’s missing (paragraph below photo of O.J. as the “umbrella man.”): “….This may all seem “dramatic” but let me assure you that you are not entering the “twilight zone” or the “spin zone” here. You are about to be exposed to the darker and more sinister side of Los Angeles….” ………………….. This is what followed the last words on the current page. --Jasper …….. JUNE 12, 1994 “….It’s June 12th, the summer of 1994 in Brentwood. On this Sunday morning the weather is especially pleasant. The marine breezes are dancing off the pacific ocean and will hold today’s temperatures near 60 degrees. Brentwood is an affluent area located in the west end of Los Angeles - generally stereotyped as the “white section” of the city. There is no shortage of “notable” residents here. In years past, stars like Gary Cooper, Clark Gable, Joan Crawford, Dick Van Dyke, and Marilyn Monroe have called Brentwood home. The local population is made up of famous musicians, producers, movie stars and young professionals. If you live in Brentwood you’re either rich, or famous, or both, or you’re married to, or divorced from, someone who is. While there are a few exceptions, it is truly a land of the young, spoiled, talented, beautiful, lustful and rich….” “….The traffic whirring along the city streets this morning is unusually sparse. The cars occupying the roads consist primarily of folks making their way to church, or going out for breakfast. Then of course there are those who are finding their way home from their Saturday night partying and sexual escapades. Amid this normal Sunday morning traffic there is one vehicle on the road that is unique; a white Ferrari sporting a license plate that reads “L84AD8”, an acronym for “late for a date” . Brentwood residents know this car. It is, or rather, was, owned by football legend O.J. Simpson. Folks also know that the occupant of this sleek machine is none other than Nicole Brown Simpson. Nicole has journeyed off this morning on a short shopping trip for her children, a nine year old daughter and six year old son….” “….To say that Nicole Brown Simpson is attractive would be a gross understatement. She is a striking, tall, blond, well built, athletic woman in her mid thirties. On this particular morning, most of the people who pass by her as she walks from the parking lot into the toy store will easily recognized her as O.J.’s former wife. But, they will never suspect that anything is wrong with her. The truth of the matter is that Nicole is deeply distressed. She was thinking about her best friend Fay Resnick, a drug addict, who was confined at a local Exodus residential drug rehabilitation center. With Fay out of the picture, Nicole feels more distraught this morning than she has in the last few months. Tonight she has to face her obsessive, controlling, fast talking and at times abusive, ex-husband during their daughters dance recital, and she’s dreading it. Their relationship had soured during the past couple of years and their talks always seem to end in acrimony….” “….As Nicole paced up and down the aisle of the store, browsing the shelves for that something special, she might have felt a temporary escape from the anxiety that was pressing down on her. If so, it was brief. Even the summertime Barbie’s and the beanie babies weren’t enough to shut out the sound of his voice. No, not O.J.’s. This was another voice. For several years Nicole has been the victim of his harassing and lewd phone calls. Calls that range from simple hang ups to verbal assaults on her psyche. The calls started back in January of 1992, about the same time Nicole informed O.J. that she would be seeking a divorce and had an affair with Keith Zlomsowitch. It wasn’t until December of 1992, nearly a year later, that the West Los Angeles police station took Nicole seriously and finally completed a crime report, stating that from March 2, 1992 to December 28, 1992, Nicole Brown Simpson was a victim of numerous sexually annoying, lewd phone calls. It didn’t take long for the phone trap to unravel the suspect. When his identity was uncovered, the West Los Angeles police detectives concealed his involvement, even after the “Trial of the Century” was concluded.…” “….The bitter divorce issues and perverted calls were brought to the attention of West Los Angeles Detective Division, including Detective Ron Phillips and Detective Mark Fuhrman. These two detectives, along with, Detective Brad Roberts, had plenty of experience in leading, guiding and directing sensitive VIP investigations, especially those that had celebrity status attached to the victims or the suspects. The three detectives knew from experience that high profile and, acerbic divorce cases in Los Angeles attracted unscrupulous “ambulance chasers” and high tech two-timing unsupervised private “dicks” who sell out their clients to the tabloid media….” “….Even after Nicole’s follow up investigation was concluded and the sexual pervert had been identified by WLA detectives, the calls continued unabated. The LAPD protected suspect was replaced by career criminal Bill Wasz, who simply filled the void and began to “shadow” Nicole Brown Simpson….” “….On or about January 14, 1994, five months before Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were killed, Bill Wasz met with O.J. Simpson’s friend and lawyer Robert “Bob” Kardashian. According to Wasz, he was hired by Kardashian for $15,000.00 to follow and subsequently to kill Nicole Brown Simpson. Wasz claimed that the meetings took place at the trendy Hollywood “Roxbury Club” and that he was paid $8,500.00, as partial payment….” “….Two weeks after allegedly being hired by Robert Kardashian to kill Nicole Brown Simpson, con artist and criminal Bill Wasz was arrested for multiple armed robberies while driving Actress/Model Paula Barbieri’s Toyota Four-Runner. Paula Barbieri’s car was mysteriously stolen on January 24, 1994 and the LAPD completely ignored this arrest until it was discovered that Bill Wasz was keeping surveillance notes containing references to Nicole’s daily schedule….” “….The lewd and threatening calls continued and came at indiscriminate times. Perhaps that’s why Nicole is so terrified by them. They do not take the form of mere prank calls. These calls were calculated, designed to terrorize this young mother. It’s more than just vile or racial words, more than just the perverts language that sets this new caller apart. Foul language and sexual talk wasn’t enough to scare a woman like Nicole. Hell, living in Los Angeles, and having worked as a waitress and interior decorator, Nicole had heard it all before. Being the Caucasian wife of O.J. she had experienced her share of threats and insults. This last caller was different. It was the timbre of his voice that made him so sinister. These were no pranks; the calls were systematically devised to screw with Nicole’s mind and it worked. Not only did she feel physically stalked, she was being “electronically monitored” by the stalkers, and it was taking its toll on her….” “….Reporting the lewd calls to WLA police did very little to stop the harassment, and Nicole was afraid to say anything to her friends, especially former LAPD police officer, Ron Shipp. As an African American, Ron Shipp was the perfect person for Nicole to confide her fears to, but she chose not to. Perhaps Ron was too close to O.J. and other LAPD police officers who were moonlighting as security consultants for sports figures playing for the Los Angeles Raiders and black entertainers, including Rick James….” “….In Los Angeles, things are divided along racial lines, just like in prisons. Celebrity “Brothers” like Michael Jackson and O.J. Simpson were being protected by LAPD “cops of color” and “caucasian cops” provided services to white celebrities, ala Steven Spielberg, Johnny Carson, Robert Blake, Phil Spector and the likes….” “….How much more intense would Nicole’s fear have been if she had known that every little sound she uttered in her car, from singing along with her favorite song, to the most mundanely spoken words, was heard elsewhere. What if she had known that anywhere she went, someone knew about it? Every time she picked up any of her phones to make a call; be it to order a pizza, to chat with mom, or to tell a girlfriend about the hot young guy she was grooming, her calls weren’t private. Surely she did not consider that each and every call, coming in or going out of her phones, were listened to by that “someone”. All these phone conversations had one thing in common; a subtle, virtually indiscernible, click on the line that indicated the presence of an eavesdropper on the phone with her. And so it was, on this Sunday afternoon, while she was calling friends and family, preparing for her daughter Sydney’s dance recital, someone heard every word. How could she let her guard down and not know…one can only speculate….” “….When the recital was over, O.J. chatted with the Brown family and wished to join them for dinner. But Nicole firmly rejected O.J’s self initiated invitation because the dinner was going to take place at the Mezzaluna restaurant, once managed by Keith Zlomsowitch, her former lover. Having a dinner at Mezzaluna enraged O.J. He felt disrespected by Nicole and he never let her forget the romantic encounters she had with Keith Zlomsowitch, a couple of years earlier. Watching Nicole and Keith Zlomsowitch making love on a couch in her living room was the most humiliating moment O.J. has encountered in his entire life….” “….The recital wasn’t easy on the big mans ego. He already felt out of place. Hadn’t he been practically the only black person in the school recital that night? Now this woman, the mother of his children was telling him he couldn’t come to dinner. This was the reversal of Sydney Poitier’s “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner”. It was unforgivable….” “….Nicole treated Ron well, let him drive her car and made him feel like a big shot. One has to wonder what Ron talked about when he was driving that white Ferrari. Did he think out loud? Had he commented on how great it was to be driving such an awesome car, a car once driven by the NFL’s best football star? Was Ron inadvertently sucked into a conversation that made it sound like he was bragging? Was the “n” word used by Nicole to describe O.J. and his family, as she had done in the past?….” “….Nicole told her family and friends that O.J. threatened her and informed her that if he ever caught her with another man in his house, with his children inside, he would kill her. O.J. was dead serious at the time he was relating the threats to Nicole…” “….Sidney’s young school friend, Rachel Berman, was supposed to spend the night with her and all of a sudden the plans had changed. Things just didn’t seem right. In the intervening time, Fay Resnick called Nicole from the Exodus drug rehabilitation center at approximately 9:00 p.m. and Nicole was bragging over the phone how she told O.J. to “f— off” and that he was no longer welcomed by her or her family. All of this was discussed over the phone and with Rachel Berman’s departure, Nicole was making room for Ron Goldman….” “….In the darkness of her courtyard, the predators knew it was time for Ron to arrive. As Ron entered the gate he was immediately overpowered. Unable to scream, Ron gallantly fought the attackers. Hearing a commotion near the porch area, Nicole stepped outside and came face to face with something she wasn’t expecting but always feared….” “….The right side of her head explodes with pain. What’s happening? Then she feels it, the cold, terrible burning of the razor sharp metal as it pierces her flesh and tears into her neck. Did she have time to think “oh my god! He finally did it. I told them he would kill me!”. Unable to feel anything any more she faintly sees her own blood dripping from the blade as it was withdrawn and then plunged again into and then out of her neck. Again the blade came down, viciously stabbing her, violently slicing into her neck a third time, then a fourth. Nicole never witnessed Ron’s last gasping breaths, to the sound of the brutal, vicious slashing that took his life, just moments earlier.…” “….When this atrocious slaying was over, the analogue wristwatch Nicole wore on her left wrist lay face down against the sidewalk. Her watch stopped ticking at 10:03 hours, give or take a couple of minutes. Police reports and witness interviews would reveal that the Akita dog started barking at 10:03, the precise time that Nicole’s watch stopped, which, coincidentally happens to be almost the exact time of 10:03, when O.J. Simpson was making a call from his cell phone, to his girlfriend Paula Barbieri. As Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend Ronald Goldman lay butchered in pools of blood, when it was all over, two people were spotted leaving the crime scene in opposite directions and entering two separate but very similar white sport utility vehicles. “Charlie” went southbound on Bundy, being chased by Nicole’s Akita and the man who would subsequently be acquitted of double homicides entered a car that was waiting for him in the adjacent alley….” “….Meanwhile, less than 10 miles away, the watch commander at the Wilshire police division was looking forward to the end of his shift. For the most part, it had been an altogether uneventful day. There had been the gay pride parade in West Hollywood, and the third game of the NBA finals on TV, but the activity in the station that day had been one big yawn. Time seemed to be ticking by ever so slowly. At approximately 10:03 P.M. and or two hours before the bodies of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman were discovered, the phone rang at the Wilshire Division desk. The officer taking the call identified himself and politely said; “Wilshire station, may I help you”. The female caller responded by saying; “…this is NBC, can I speak with the watch commander…”. When the phone was transferred to the Wilshire Division Watch Commander, the woman requested information concerning a double homicide that allegedly took place this evening on the West end. Now this was practically unheard of, double homicides didn’t happen on the West end. The West end is where rich people get their kicks by screwing and partying the nights away, it wasn’t Compton. A person overdosing on bad heroin and cocktail drugs was one thing, but double homicide? No way! The watch commander had no such reports, and before he was able to gather his thoughts and or seek additional information from the caller, the woman abruptly terminated the call. At the time of the call, the watch commander was unaware of what had just happened in Brentwood and so his evening returned to its humdrum state of status quo. “….None of this seemed important of course until the murders became known. The following day, the LAPD Wilshire division sergeant had put two and two together. He realized that the call he received the night before, at 10:03 hours, did not come from a media person. Had the person really been with the mainstream media, she would have called the LAPD press room, the Detective Headquarters Division, and other divisions in pursuit of the “story” instead of just the Wilshire desk. The LAPD Wilshire division sergeant realized that the seemingly insignificant call on June 12, 1994, at 2203 hours, had everything to do with the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ron Goldman. With OJ Simpson in custody, he realized that, in addition to O.J., someone else was involved in the Brentwood murders….” “….Back in Brentwood, it takes two hours of frantic barking from Nicole’s dog “Kato” and a neighboring couple to bring about the discovery of the bodies just after midnight. Seven minutes later the first two police officers, Robert Riske and his partner Michael Terrazas, arrived on the scene. It’s ghastly. Blood covers so much of the crime scene there’s hardly any place to step without disturbing the evidence. After calling paramedics who determine the two victims are dead, and making as thorough a visual analysis of the scene as possible, Riske uses the telephone in Nicole’s kitchen to call for additional backup. He does this because he fears that his radio will be monitored by reporters and he wanted the LAPD to get a jump on the media outlets. But, just as Nicole had done countless times before, when officer Riske picked up that phone to make his call, he, like Nicole didn’t hear the faint click on the line….”