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When the verdict came down on Wednesday, July 2, after just two days of deliberation—saying that Sean “Diddy” Combs had been convicted of only two Mann Act violations, I had instant déjà vu. It was giving Marcia Clark Syndrome all over again.

Let’s talk about why this case didn’t land the way many thought it would. Remember Marcia Clark? Now picture six white “Lawyer Barbies,” as MSNBC’s Lisa Rubin put it, going head-to-head with Combs’ racially diverse, elite legal dream team. The jury? Eight men and four women, ages 30 to 74, from Manhattan, the Bronx and Westchester (the suburbs), racially and generationally mixed. In other words, not Barbie girls, and they definitely didn’t live in a Barbie world.

Here’s the uncomfortable truth: facts alone don’t win trials. Jurors read energy, tone and relatability. And lawyers who reflect the jury’s lived experience? They can plant doubt even when the receipts are burning.

Prosecutor Maurene Comey painted Combs as a man of wealth, violence and brazenness. But let’s keep it real: what New Yorker isn’t a little brazen? That audacious, no-apologies swagger is part of what made America fall for Diddy in the first place. The same story of rags to riches that made him a mogul may have helped shield him in court.

Whether you believe adult, consensual sex work should be criminalized or not, from a legal standpoint, this was the prosecution’s case to lose—and they lost.

So What Did Happen?

The jury acquitted Combs of the most serious charges: racketeering conspiracy and sex trafficking. He was convicted on two counts under the Mann Act—specifically, transporting individuals across state lines for prostitution.

Now, let’s pause on that.

The Mann Act isn’t just any old statute. Passed in 1910 as the “White-Slave Traffic Act,” it has infamously been used to criminalize interracial relationships, punish polygamists, and enforce a puritanical, whitewashed vision of sexual morality. It got some PR updates in 1978 and 1986—“debauchery” and “immorality” were replaced with the more sanitized “any sexual activity for which any person can be charged with a criminal offense.” That being said, it’s been used to take down cultural giants and predators alike who seemingly danced in the face of law enforcement, such as Chuck Berry, Ghislaine Maxwell, Tony Alamo and R. Kelly.

Combs now faces up to 20 years—10 per count—with no mandatory minimum. Realistically, based on federal sentencing guidelines and a clean(ish) criminal record, he’s probably looking at 50–70 months. Credit will, of course, be given for time served since his arrest in September 2024.

The Pattern Repeats

The Diddy verdict took me right back to the O.J. trial. I was one of the few Black kids at my predominantly white prep school, and I remember the thrill of watching Johnny Cochran beat Marcia Clark at her own game. For once, it felt like we won. A powerful Black man walked free. A brilliant Black lawyer bested the “evil white lady” prosecutor. It was personal.

Flash forward a few years to college: people were passing around the bootleg VHS of R. Kelly sexually abusing a minor like the collection plate on Sunday. And then came the 2008 acquittal—and a full-blown celebration. Doves released. Jokes cracked. A cultural moment. (And yes, Kelly would later be convicted under the same Mann Act that convicted Diddy.)

But that was before #MeToo. Before video clips went viral in hours. Before we had the language and receipts to confront power differently. The surveillance video of Combs violently assaulting his then-girlfriend (and alleged co-conspirator) wasn’t passed around as a sick joke; it sparked outrage. This wasn’t 2008. And that’s why this verdict stings differently.

From an evidence standpoint, it looked like a slam dunk. Especially after defense attorney Marc Agnifilo, in what Judge Arun Subramanian called a “full-throated” admission, acknowledged Combs’ long history of violence. And still, the prosecution fumbled.

What Happens Now?

Judge Subramanian denied Combs’ request for bail pending sentencing. So, in the jungle, we wait until the dice reads five or eight.

And here I am—like so many Black women—torn. Wrestling with my core belief that Black women must be protected at all costs, while also reckoning with the instinct, ingrained from childhood, that any win against a government built on systemic racism deserves celebration.

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