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A Tale of Two Circuses

A Tale of Two Circuses

One circus warmed our imaginations, the other left us cold with disgust.

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This essay appears in memory of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman, as O.J. Simpson, on November 15, 2006, announces his forthcoming book: "O.J. Simpson: If I Did It, Here's How It Happened."

December 16, 1993. "Ladies and gentlemen," a mellow voice announced over the public address system, "may we remind you that the use of any photographic or audio equipment is strictly prohibited. Please find your seats; the Big Apple Circus is about to begin." Colored lights had begun to sweep across the circular stage. My two kids, staring straight ahead, were already mesmerized. Why, I wondered, were the spectators in front of us craning their necks, looking in the wrong direction, our direction?

"Daddy," I heard one boy whisper, "do you think I could get his autograph?"

"Maybe during intermission."

I looked to my immediate right and there, as big as life, was an exceedingly handsome celebrity, O.J. Simpson. But what really took my breath away was the woman accompanying him, his wife, I presumed (after all, the two children sitting between them looked remarkably like each of their two chaperones). She was golden, radiant, dazzling and yet sedate.

As the circus got under way, my eyes occasionally flitted to the foursome on my right. So did my thoughts: Flawless beauty, untold wealth, multi-faceted talent, health, physical fitness, fame, family! Some people have all the luck.

Almost precisely six months later, she was found dead in what her neighbors described as a river of her own blood. And a circus began in Los Angeles that immediately eclipsed the one each of us had seen with our youngsters in New York.

Charged with -- and eventually cleared of -- her murder, he gained more fame than he had ever bargained for. She too became a household name. I learned that this presumably happily married couple at the circus had actually divorced in 1992. I learned that this woman on my right, who appeared the image of tranquility, had placed a frantic 911 call -- exclaiming that her ex-husband was going to attack her -- just seven weeks before the day we shared at the circus. I learned that her face which, having seen it up close, I could only describe as luminescent (none of those photographs did her justice), had been repeatedly pummeled over the years by this wealthy, handsome, talented celebrity.

I couldn't stop thinking about her. And I couldn't stop thinking about the barely concealed jealousy that I brought to our brief, silent encounter.

As I tried to come to terms with her double life, two remnants of my high school education frequently invaded my mind. The first was a maxim attributed in The Ethics of the Fathers: "Rabbi Meir says, Don't look at the vessel, but rather at what it holds inside" (Avot, 4:27).

The second was a poem penned by E. A. Robinson (and popularized for millions of us baby boomers by Simon and Garfunkel). Entitled Richard Cory, its last two stanzas read:

And he was rich -- yes, richer than a king --
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

True, Richard Cory was about a man; Nicole Brown Simpson was a woman. True, the poem was about a suicide; Nicole Brown Simpson was murdered. But the poem was also about perception and contrasting reality, jealousy and its resolution.

Certainly, my jealousy has been resolved. I even find myself wondering: Could it be that Nicole glanced to her left as often as I did to my right? Did my family's obviously non-privileged status, our equally obvious love for one another, and even our uproarious laughter evoke in her a twinge of envy?

Probably not, and that's okay. Circuses elicit illusion. But now that the circus we attended together -- and the courtroom circus all of us attended without her -- is long over, I am left with few illusions about the myth that the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence. Every December for years thereafter, when the Big Apple Circus came to town, I'd do whatever it took to bring my kids to this joyful, magical place. And every December, as we took our seats, I'd look to my right and remember that golden woman, her shimmering beauty and her sweet-faced children. Then, the show would begin. My kids could not take their eyes off the stage. And I could barely take my eyes off them.

Published: November 18, 2006


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Visitor Comments: 30

(30) Anonymous, December 31, 2006 3:33 PM

Please more by Chava Willig Levy

Please, please request that Chava give us more, much more, of her writing and her heart. What an inspiration!

(29) AriGoldman, November 26, 2006 11:06 PM

Chavi reminds us of the emptiness of the celebrity culture and helps us appreciate what we have. if OJ was truly smart he would have glanced over at the Levy family and learned a few important lessons about life.

(28) TEMIHOROWITZ, November 26, 2006 10:01 PM

WONDERFUL, INSIGHTFUL ARTICLE.

I WAS OVERWHELMED BY THE AUTHORS INSIGHTFUL ANALOGY OF FIRST IMPRESSIONS NOT ALWAYS BEING RIGHT. AND HER SHAME LATER OF THE PETTY JEALOUSY, EVEN THOUGH FLEETING, THAT SHE HAD EXPERIENCED. IT IS A RARE PERSON WHO CAN SHOW US SO CLEARLY WHAT WE ALL AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER FEEL.

(27) oralevy, November 26, 2006 3:45 AM

chava willig levy has written a marvellous article - deep and thought-provoking! please bring us more of her unique writing!!!!

(26) Anonymous, November 23, 2006 1:24 PM

Speaks to the heart

Even here in Israel, where O.J. Simpson is not a household word, Chava Willig Levy's article has a lesson for all of us. We look forward to reading more of her articles.

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