February 6, 2016
Remembering Ron Goldman
With FX's American Crime Story premiering this past week, I was thrown back to 1994 and the time when a sports figure's murder trial was plastered on every newspaper, magazine and tabloid, hijacking tv programs for months and being an endless topic of water cooler discussion and heated debates.
What was apparent then and remains apparent now was how Ron Goldman is lost in the shuffle of celebrity, domestic abuse and racial tensions. He was unidentified when the murders were discovered and it's sad that even today, he is a second-class citizen behind the killer and Nicole Brown.
So much ink has been spilled about the killer's violent streak, his womanizing, his repetitive legal troubles - - the public seems more interested in idolizing him than the young man who put someone else's safety above his own. It's shameful. Shouldn't we know that Ron Goldman was a loving son and brother, close with his father and sister, dedicated to his friends and who dreamt of one day opening his own restaurant? That's the person he was and that is what his killer robbed him, his family and his friends of.
When I think of this case, my first thought is always of Ron and my heart breaks for him. We were almost exactly the same age in June of 1994. I got to turn a year older in July; Ron did not. Every life experience I've had since then, Ron has been robbed of. Every holiday I've been able to spend with my family, Ron hasn't.
Most of all, think of him.