Conrad Murray: Please, Please, Please Spare Us The OJ Defense

All day, DRUDGE has featured two "ordinary" black Cambridge cops who stand behind their white colleague. They were articulate (as any Ivy League professor) and extraordinarily moving as they defied racial stereotypes . . . and in doing so (in my humble opinion) outclassed an American President.

You could call it a "teaching moment".

Meanwhile, across a continent, over on the west coast, cops appear to be in hot pursuit of at least a manslaughter charge against Michael Jackson's live-in doctor . . . who reportedly has admitted to regularly dosing up The Gloved One with the general anesthetic propofol in order to sleep. It makes me think the LAPD has the post-mortem results back, but has not released them.

But hey, according to his lawyers, "Murray never prescribed or administered anything that could have killed Jackson".

Guess the good doctor didn't read the label.

As a brief aside, one of the YaYa's has a son in his twenties who has lived in LA and New York City (insert hick accent for emphasis), and has hung out with some fairly big names. And when I expressed my incredulity that this particular drug was being given/taken by Jackson at home, he rolled his (very pretty) eyes at me and said, "Oh Mary, puhlease, it's LA. Even B-listers can get anything they want."

Well, okie-dokie then. This doctor from the backwoods sticks is just not hip. Of course, this doctor from the backwoods sticks doesn't have a small flotilla of lawyers delicately side-stepping a manslaughter charge on her behalf either.

Getting back on point, the doctor, Dr. Conrad Murray, is black (I've actually heard some white medical professionals say, "Thank God!"). And, in fact, if this plays out the way it looks like it's gonna play out, this was a black-on-black crime . . . all about money (medical sycophant Murray was paid $150,000/a month) . . . just in a fancy multi-million dollar mansion.

I don't know why the life and death of Michael Jackson bothers me so much. I was not what anyone could call a fan before he started carving up his face, and sleeping with boys and grabbing his crotch as a dance move.

But it does bother me. I care.

Anyway, here is what birthed this post. As I perused the commentary on the CNN story early this afternoon, a comment jumped of the screen like hot spit in the eye. Here it is . . . word for word . . . no spelling corrections:

" . . . don't think the doctor killed MJ and having Dr. Conrad as main target for killing him i think is just to ruin his reputation. I think they are only targeting him cause he is black and i could remembered just a few days ago a white police had wrongfully arrested a black professor, that President Obama requested that he appologise and the police refused. Also i could also recall that toxicology is not even out as yet and they are still making these allegation that Dr. Conrad Murray administerd detrimental drugs to MJ. It's not like they care that they care bout MJ's death. I think it's just a reason to bring down another successful black person."

Heavy sigh. Speaking as a doctor, if Dr. Conrad Murray did what it certainly looks like he did, then he deserves to be charged and prosecuted, and I don't give a rat's tail what color he is. There is no excuse. And I cannot stand behind him. For he took advantage of a man in deep pain . . . a man in desperate need of help . . . a very rich man who paid top-dollar for bad care.

And there will be no "reform" for Michael Jackson.

I am so sick of the OJ defense. Sick of it in my bones.

8/24 Update: It's official. It was homicide: Valium, Ativan, Versed, Ativan again, and Propofol!?!?!? In other words, the doctor . . . in the bedroom . . . with a needle.

Heavy sigh.