Publisher Judith Regan is playing defense against the outrage and the hatred spewing at her for the monetization of her interview and book with O.J. Simpson. Many expert commentators have taken on the O.J. resurrection, but only yesterday did Regan creep forward to explain what O.J. never did: “Why?”
Regan begins her self-defense by reverting to the painful personal:
Conviction is what I wanted–and not just in the legal sense. I wanted it because I had once been that young woman who loved with all of her heart and believed in the goodness of man, the trusting girl who fell for the guy, who believed in the beauty of romance, the power of love, the joy of family and the miracle of motherhood. Like Nicole Brown, I believed with all my heart . . . and then got punched in the face. …So as I watched this new scene play itself out, I knew that this man–the killer, as Kim calls him–would be acquitted. I’d seen it before: The men in court, dressed in their designer suits, blaming the women they attacked. I’d seen, firsthand, the “criminal injustice system,” as I called it in my twenties–the system that let him go one night after assaulting me so he could come right back and do it again.
Now we understand the “why” of it: Judith Regan was an abused wife and she wanted to take a public revenge against O.J. she could not accomplish with her abusive husband in her past. Instead of privately dealing with her demons, Ms. Regan decides instead to resurrect O.J. Simpson as the means to her bitter end.
Now Regan plays the role she claimed she never wished for nor wanted: The Victim.
I never lost my desire for his conviction. And if Marcia Clark couldn’t do it. I sure wanted to try. In the past few days, since the announcement of the forthcoming book and televised interview If I Did It, it has been strange watching the media spin the story. They have all but called for my death for publishing his book and for interviewing him.A death, I might add, not called for when Katie Couric interviewed him; not called for when Barbara Walters had an exclusive with the Menendez brothers, who killed their parents in cold blood, nor when she conducted her celebrated interviews with dictator Fidel Castro or Muammar al-Gaddafi; not called for when 60 Minutes interviewed Timothy McVeigh who murdered hundreds in Oklahoma City, not called for when the U.S. government released tapes of Osama bin Laden; not called for when Geraldo Rivera interviewed his dozens of murderers, miscreants, and deviants.
Instead of condemning the actions of the hypocritical media elite, Regan decides to join them?
If the behavior is wrong, if monetizing and profiteering on the dead bodies of Nicole Brown and Ron Goldman is inappropriate, why does Regan press forward for unburying the dead? Why reopen those crusty national wounds?
We all know O.J. did it. We don’t need Regan to confirm for us what we already feel in our bones.
Now Regan, obviously feeling he inadequacy of her own defense, turns as ruthless as her husband tormenter and adds as few dashes of the melodramatic to cover the holes in her logic for publishing — and endorsing — the sociopathic life of O.J. Simpson:
“To publish” does not mean “to endorse”; it means “to make public.” If you doubt that, ask the mainstream publishers who keep Adolf Hitler’s Mein Kampf in print to this day. They are likely to say that there is a historical value in publishing such material, so that the public can read, and judge for themselves, the thoughts and attempted defenses of an indefensible man.There is historical value in such work; there is value for law enforcement, for students of psychology, for anyone who wants to gain insight into the mind of a sociopath. But that is not why I did it. That is not why I wanted to face the killer. That is not why I wanted to publish his story. I didn’t know what to expect when I got the call that the killer wanted to confess. I didn’t know what would happen. But I knew one thing. I wanted the confession for my own selfish reasons and for the symbolism of that act. For me, it was personal.
Yes, we know it is personal and we don’t care about her selfish interests in trying to resurrect justice where no justice can be done. Publishing also has a responsibility to be truthful and accurate and not hypothetical when you are dealing with facts and deaths and the justice system.
Hitler’s work is valuable because it is true. O.J.’s “What If?” memoir is nothing but a wondering, a fanciful meandering of the mind that can always be washed away with an excuse and a wink. O.J. isn’t being held to a higher standard with this Regan effort and even a full confession of “Yes, I did it!” would have no meaning now except to confirm for Regan that she is self-important and then allow her to finally bury her personal demons while giving life again to our national nightmare of O.J. Simpson.
Now Regan digs herself a hole from which she can never emerge:
I made the decision to publish this book, and to sit face to face with the killer, because I wanted him, and the men who broke my heart and your hearts, to tell the truth, to confess their sins, to do penance and to amend their lives.
Penance and confession are private matters. The need to publicize the confession and the regret is unnecessary. If Regan truly cared about outing O.J. Simpson’s murderous intent, she should have done it in the privacy of her own home.
Why did she go public? Why is she publishing a book and hosting the O.J. television interview? Judith Regan did it all because she wants the spotlight of redemption on her. She cares not for Nicole or Ron or for the surviving family members. She cares only for book sales and television ratings.
Regan confirms her revenge against O.J. is a misplaced hatred for a misbegotten husband and the memories of her wasted life:
What I wanted was closure, not money. I had never met him and never spoken with him until the day I interviewed him. And I was ready. Fifty-three years prepared me for this conversation. The men who lied and cheated and beat me–they were all there in the room. And the people who denied it, they were there too. And though it might sound a little strange, Nicole and Ron were in my heart.And for them I wanted him to confess his sins, to do penance and to amend his life. Amen. We live in a world right now where hatred and vengeance is a way of life. And as the killer sat before me I was not filled with vengeance or hatred. I thought of the man who had beaten me so many years ago, who left me in a hospital, the man who broke my child’s heart. And I listened carefully.
Judith Regan is desperate for our compassion and our pity, but when she turns to a murderer as her public confessor, when she asks O.J. Simpson to redeem her and to codify her wrongs, the rest of us rage as the dead are not allowed to rest and the cycle of violence against a killer’s victims continues with the aid and consent of a publisher who demands the sins of her selfish life be washed away in the blood of the innocent undead.