[smygo] Inside a Miami Jail (Long)

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November 29 / 30, 2003
Inside a Miami Jail
One Activist's Narrative
By MICHAEL ADLER

This article is not supposed to be about me because I'm so 
great or something, it's just that I can only write about 
what I've seen and heard, so that' s what I'm going to do. 
It helps that I was in the more interesting and/or hairy 
situations. This will not include everything because I'm not 
writing a novel here, but most important details will be 
included.

Unfortunately, the amount of writing dedicated to certain 
events is not proportional to their importance, but to their 
complexity. Also, I'm not going to address the corporate 
media's deceptions. Don't believe them, they lie. I was 
there. Their reporting can be summed up in the sentence, 
"The emperor's new clothes are exquisitely beautiful."

A reporter named Al Crespo wrote some good stuff about it if 
you get to see it. I've been working on this protest for 
about 2 months. I've been building puppets full-time 
(overtime actually), except for a week and a half when I was 
in Gainesville and the Ruckus Society action training camp. 
The Lake Worth Global Justice Group opened a warehouse for 
building puppets, attracted puppet builders from all over, 
organized housing for probably almost 100 people, and 
supplied delicious vegan food at least once a day. (They 
even posted my bond.) So I built 4 major puppets and helped 
on other people's projects. I made a 23-foot tall corn 
stalk, corn being a sacred crop; it also symbolized the 
dumping of surplus mass-produced, subsidized corn into 
Mexico under NAFTA which helped to displace 5 million rural 
people, and created a desperate class of people to staff the 
sweatshops popping up along the US-Mexico border. 
Unfortunately the corn stalk puppet never flew because the 
wind was too strong so I didn't put it together. I built a 
puppet of the Statue of Liberty, being hanged from a gallows 
that read "FTAA". I also built a puppet of caged water, and 
a big ass sunflower.

The Miami City Council passed an anti-protest ordinance at 
Chief Timoney's request. The original version would ban 
puppets, so we brought some puppets there and let them see 
what they were going to ban. We carried a dragon-like 
alligator puppet through the meeting too. We protested it 
three times. Miami revised its ordinance to have an 
exception for puppets.

Boca Raton followed Miami's example with an even more 
ridiculous ordinance that banned "gyrations" among other 
things. We got 5 minutes each to speak at the commission 
meeting. When Waffle's turn was on, he put duct tape over 
his mouth and stood there at the podium for 5 minutes, at 
the end of which, he put his fist in the air and started 
gyrating his hips. Boca revised its ordinance too.

We took all the puppets to Ft. Lauderdale on Nov. 16 for the 
"Root Cause" people's march. Root Cause is an alliance of 
grassroots movements, such as LIFFT (Low income families 
fighting together) of the Miami Worker's Center, Power U, 
and the Coalition of Immokalee Workers. The purpose of the 
march was to bring the concerns of low-income communities of 
color to the forefront of the FTAA issue, and they did some 
terrific organizing. We walked 34 miles into Miami over 
three days and had lots of media coverage, as well as lots 
of police intimidation. A woman from a church where we 
stayed the night said that before anyone had even asked the 
Church about our staying there, the police had threatened 
the pastor with selective zoning enforcement and warning him 
about what kind of dangerous anarchists we farmworkers are. 
Everywhere we went, we were flanked by squads of police; in 
Miami, they came in full riot gear. They took our pictures 
and baby-sat us at night. The North Miami police, however, 
contributed some pastries to our breakfast. Pompano Beach, 
located north of the beginning of a march heading south) 
took time out of its busy schedule to serve march organizers 
with an injunction forbidding the march from entering 
Pompano Beach.

So we walked 34 miles and had lots of support from 
onlookers. When we arrived in Miami, thousands joined us for 
the first big protest in Miami against the FTAA, and 
together we continued to Miami's Berlin Wall (constructed to 
protect the rulers from interference by the ruled). We had a 
concert at Bayfront Park where I met more people from 
Gainesville and went to their hotel with them. We couldn't 
all fit into Tom's car, but an angel in the form of a 
Peruvian student at the community college where Tom's car 
was parked gave the rest of us a ride to the hotel.

Wednesday.

Our first stop was the convergence center. Food Not Bombs 
was kicking ass. Groups from all over the US came to work on 
it and they had massive amounts of delicious food almost all 
the time. I put together my dead liberty puppet and 
experienced a media circus, with an "Alligator" photographer 
being the first one there.

We proceeded to the permaculture site. My friends Abigail 
and Rebecca from Sarasota wanted to create an example of an 
alternative sustainable structure for society, and to leave 
Miami better than we found it. They did a heck of a job. The 
Pagans were there and among them my friend Zot from Gainesville.

Next we went to the Root Cause People's Tribunal. 
Representatives of affected communities testified against 
the FTAA and it was sentenced to destruction.

That evening, we ate at a Cuban restaurant. The menu had 
"freedom fries" on it. After dinner we went to the Union 
concert. Billy Brag and Dead Prez played.

Thursday.

We woke up at 5am to get to the convergence center for the 
high risk action. My Gainesville based affinity group was in 
the puppet cluster. The plan was to break into affinity 
groups and swarm Government Center from all sides. There we 
would put on a puppet show, and then march to the fence, 
take it apart, get into the hotel, and disrupt the meetings. 
So we swarmed.

The black block massed at the convergence center, and began 
marching to Government Center just after we left.

Cops were running frantically to mass for the black block 
(their enemy). We took a path less traveled and came upon 
the puppet truck, being detained, and stayed to watch. After 
some watching, the black block, trying to outflank the cops, 
came around a building and headed south toward us. Then a 
battalion of bike cops came at us from the east along the 
road where the puppet truck was being detained. We ran. Most 
of us got around the leading edge of the bikes, but some 
were corralled in with the black block, who were led toward 
the police station and detained until the morning's actions 
were over, at which time they were released.

Finally, we reached Government Center. The puppet truck had 
been freed and passed us along the way. We were out of time 
for the puppet pageant, but we still unloaded the puppets 
and paraded them down the street in an unpermitted march. 
All the stores downtown were boarded up. The cops had told 
them all to close.

We didn't get far. Police set up barricades at various 
intersections to close us in. There were about 1500 of us. 
Drums played, people danced, then the cops started pushing. 
Like really mean rude shoving in a line, and if you got too 
close, they'd pepper spray you.

The barricade on one side of us disappeared. We were 
approaching the fence. It looked like a set-up. Some people 
attacked the fence. Cops beat their heads in with batons. We 
were being pushed toward the Union march that was to start 
in a couple hours.

My friend Lela was hit on the head and needed stitches.

We got into a permitted area and stayed there, near the 
fence, for some time. Then the cops decided to push us right 
into the Union activities, where we had agreed with the 
Unions not to hold high risk actions. I had leaned my caged 
water puppet against a tree and went to a bathroom. When I 
got back, it was behind a line of riot cops. Tear gas went 
off, concussion grenades, pepper spray. People tried to hold 
space, but every time the chemical weapons were used, people 
would surge forward, trying not to run.

A couple times, the witches tried to hold space on the front 
lines. They got sprayed. My friend Zot got sprayed all over 
her face. She displayed the characteristic red skin, with 
all kinds of mucus and tears flowing out of her face. She 
was helping put water on other victims. She said something 
like, "I just got pepper sprayed all over my face and I'm as 
calm as a pussy cat." She is an inspiration.

Despite all the danger, I was surprisingly unafraid. I was 
not scared, or angry, or even had a thought of responding to 
the police violence. It was strange, because I'm a coward. A 
week before I was scared shitless. But there, it didn't seem 
so scary. So I'll get sprayed, I'll get over it, no big 
deal. A lot of people seemed remarkably calm like this.

Then the cops stopped pushing. People hung around on the 
wide road by the bayfront where the Union rally was in 
progress. Cops were still making trouble though. A few 
times, "snatch squads" of plainclothes cops would grab 
someone and drag him or her across the police line.

The black guy in the foreground is with the squad. I think 
this victim is the guy who was tazered before being dragged. 
He was electrocuted again after they placed him in custody.

Cops electrocute people for fun. In case you don't know, a 
tazer shoots barbed electrodes into you that are very 
difficult to remove. They are attached to the gun with 
wires, and it electrocutes you. It makes a characteristic 
popping noise. People have died from them.

The AFL-CIO announced that police had detained 187 of their 
buses and kept all those people from attending the march. I 
heard police also closed the exits of hotels and people 
couldn't get out. A line of riot police controlled entry and 
exit from the amphitheater that the Unions had rented. They 
let in most of the large Union groups walking from their 
busses, but were rather erratic about other people. This was 
despite the fact that we had an open invitation to the rally.

I heard that at one point the crowd inside the railing was 
pushed so hard that a bunch of retirees fell over the side. 
Riot cops jumped on them and started swinging. When they 
pulled all the retirees off, they found a young person on 
the ground and said "He's not one of yours, we're taking 
him." Eventually the Union people marched out of the 
amphitheater, and began their march. There were a lot of 
them, with flags and banners ,and some of our puppets were 
still being dragged around. The march snaked through the 
streets and came back to the bayfront. Some people went back 
in to the amphitheater, others hung around outside.

I was lounging on some grass with some friends when a crowd, 
led by drummers, got up and moved south toward the police 
line (which was holding quite a distance north of the 
fence). I still haven't found anyone who can tell me why 
they did that. So they went right up to the cops and had a 
little rally there. I walked down to see what was going on, 
and met some Gainesville people I hadn't seen in a long 
time. We were catching up on things while the situation 
around us grew very tense. I think Jackie asked me if the 
cops would really tear-gas a group like this, and I said 
something like "yeah, if they want to" and it was just about 
then that they did. Someone told me later that the commander 
announced that we could stay there as long as we were 
peaceful, and immediately ordered an attack. Volleys of 
rubber bullets flew out, as did pepper balls, and bean bags 
and tear gas.

Some people who looked like protesters threw things back at 
the cops, but I think they were all agents. Some of them 
threw smoke bombs, threw back the tear gas canisters, empty 
plastic water bottles, rocks--anything they could find. 
Police lines started advancing from three sides, forcing us 
up one road, away from the open area. Some black-clad people 
grabbed anything they could find to construct barricades and 
light fires.

It was around this time that Suzie was hit. She was very 
distraught. She has a black and blue mark on her butt that's 
about three inches wide. Suzie probably got hit with 
something like the big one. The little ones are hard plastic 
balls filled with pepper powder.

The people I met who were hit with things were not involved 
in throwing anything. Most of them were actually trying to 
get away. Suzie, Faith and I ran up the escape road 
together, and got far enough up that things calmed down a 
bit. We met more Gainesvillains and had quite a large group 
together, until the police assault got closer and we ran 
again, getting lost from each other.

We saw people walking up the road past us with all kinds of 
welts and injuries, bleeding profusely from their heads, 
etc. It was unreal. It was like a war zone. Shots whizzing 
by my ears left and right. People panicking, bleeding, 
shouts of "Medic, Medic" the walking wounded limping away. 
It was like a Vietnam movie. Lots of my friends who were 
just trying to get away were shot. Some elderly people 
climbing onto buses in the area were shot. I heard that a 
couple of people tried to stand and face the police, holding 
peace signs or placards, and that they were riddled with 
bullets mercilessly.

The police pursued us east on that road to Miami Ave. (the 
main N/S road), and then north on Miami Ave. Riot cops had 
all the other roads blocked. At the back side of the turn 
onto Miami Ave. was a government building surrounded by a 
fence, guarded by a few riot cops. When we came up to it to 
go around the corner, they opened fire too. I could see the 
ordinance exploding on the bars of the fence, and sometimes 
on people.

Lots of Union busses were parked along that road too, and 
some people were trying to board them. I met back with a 
couple friends , and at NW 8th St. the way was open for us 
to go west. Police were pushing the crowd toward the 
convergence center, and a poor black neighborhood called 
Overtown. As we left Miami Ave., some people were setting up 
a barricade there. I saw one guy throw an empty plastic 
bottle at the approaching police. It didn't get there. He 
stuck out his middle fingers at them and then took off. So 
did we. We went to NW1st Ave, which runs roughly parallel to 
Miami, and headed north again. I had told some friends we'd 
meet back at the convergence space.

So police pursued the crowd relentlessly from bayfront park 
down roads, for more than a mile. They would attack, people 
would surge forward, then wait to see what happened next, 
and the police would attack again. Lots of people tried to 
escape.

When our escaped group got up to 10th St, we saw the bulk of 
the crowd coming west toward us. People were running around 
a train crossing gathering debris for a barricade. I heard 
they had a major standoff there.

The residents of Overtown all stood outside their apartments 
to look at the commotion. We warned them of the approaching 
police violence as we passed. They were very supportive.

We went west to 2nd Ave. and continued north. Other groups 
trying to escape went north on 2nd too. So did the cops. A 
phalanx of riot police was in pursuit. We ran northwest, 
across empty lots and fences, and finally found a good 
hiding place. We watched the event horizon pass before us, 
and stayed there till dark.

Friday.

Lots of neat workshops and events were planned. We checked 
out of the hotel, and once again, we could not fit into 
Tom's car. This time no angels. I humped my pack to the 
train station and eventually got it to a friend's house 
where it still lies. We hung out there for a little while, 
and eventually I got to the "really really free market" 
event. I think there was something about giving people 
ribbons if you liked something of theirs and writing on it 
and having some sort of free commerce, but I got there late 
and someone else can explain it better. Food Not Bombs was 
giving away food and the witches were having a spiral dance.

I communicated to my ride who was at the jail support rally, 
and she said cops had massed and looked menacing. So I 
figured if I was going to get to the jail support protest, 
I'd better go soon or it would be over before I arrived. As 
it was, I got there just in time to get arrested.

When I got there, not many people were left. Maybe 50 people 
were standing around the southeast corner, mostly on the 
sidewalk. I stayed on the sidewalk the entire time. The 
police were across the road on the west side. They charged, 
weapons drawn. We backed up, our hands in the air, chanting 
"put down your weapons."

They backed us up the street a short way, and stopped. An 
officer spoke on a bullhorn, saying, "Pursuant to section 
(something) of the Florida State Statutes, I declare this 
assembly to be unlawful, you are ordered to disperse" The 
crowd demanded to know on what grounds the assembly had been 
declared unlawful. The reply was because we were blocking 
the street, so everyone moved to the sidewalk.

We asked, "Who's blocking the street now?" An ambulance 
appeared to be trying to get through and the police wouldn't 
let it. One guy yelled out at the police, "I declare you to 
be an unlawful assembly. You are ordered to disperse."

Then the police came at us again. We moved down the 
sidewalk, our hand still raised, chanting "we are 
dispersing". The police surrounded us, and attacked. I was 
thrown into a bicycle that was on the ground and cut up my 
knee. Someone said "everyone sit down" which seemed like a 
good idea, so I did. The cops started dragging people away 
and hosing the crowd with pepper spray. An officer in back 
of me hosed me with pepper and I had my head turned and 
caught some in the right eye. Around that time, enough 
people had been thrown into a chain link fence to push it 
down, opening some more space. I grabbed a water bottle out 
of my bag and moved to the less crowded area across the 
fence to pour water on my eye.

I pulled my right contact lens out at that point. I wear a 
very strong prescription, so I couldn't hardly see anything 
with that eye. For the rest of the story, think about how 
things looked to me. I could not focus on anything, had no 
depth perception, and my brain could not resolve the images 
my two eyes were seeing, so everything was double.

A girl with pepper sprayed eyes was calling for a medic, so 
I put water on her eyes too. some for you, some for me, etc. 
Cops were standing around and after a little while one in 
front said to me. "that's enough, give me the water bottle 
you're being arrested." A cop pulled my hands behind me and 
handcuffed me. I cooperated fully and felt like a sellout.

The girl in front of me was wearing a nice backpack. The 
cops cut it off with a knife. Another guy was wearing 
glasses. He said a cop twisted up the frame until the lenses 
broke and put them back in his pocket. In processing, cops 
called the broken glasses a weapon. The police dumped 
people's belongings on the road, including expensive camera 
equipment of the reporters, and left it there for cars to 
run over.

The girl in back of me recognized my UF Hillel t-shirt that 
said "Florida" in Hebrew letters. We talked hebrew to each 
other in that line, and later in the processing facility. 
She knew it better than I did, and communication was not 
easy, but it was nice. Her name was Elaine. She had straight 
brown hair, glasses and a pretty face. That's all I know 
about her.

I learned later that the cops had chased down everyone who 
had tried to escape earlier, arresting some as far as 10 
blocks away. One guy was talking on a payphone and never 
went to the jail support rally. He was charged with loitering.

I smiled for the picture with my arresting officer before 
they loaded me into the paddy wagon. In my half of the paddy 
wagon was Ernesto, a friend from Gainesville, who was a 
legal observer. Two Indymedia reporters from Ann Arbor were 
in our half, too. We were able to get to some cell phones 
and put them in our laps and yell into them to contact 
legal. The wagon was hot and sweaty. The sweat mixed with 
pepper spray that was all over my back. I spent 3 hours in 
that wagon, sweating and burning, I had some pepper spray on 
my leg, the skin turned bright red, it also ran down my 
fingers. My hat fell off and I tried to pick it up with my 
mouth. More pepper. I left the hat.

One of the Indymedia reporters had needed to use the 
bathroom before she was arrested, and pleaded for it the 
whole three hours. She was told she could go when we got to 
the processing facility. I don't think they let her go 
there, just threw her in the cage with everyone else. It was 
probably six hours she had to hold it until she got to the jail.

We met an interesting officer who held the doors open 
sometimes so we could get air. He had been a bounty hunter 
in the former British territory of Rhodesia, and defended 
the white racist government of Rhodesia to us. He talked 
about one arrested person who he said "got a little too 
cute, and now he's in the hospital." He said we were lucky 
they didn't kill him, or they'd charge us with his murder, 
and explained the legal concept of "felony murder." They 
arrested a lot of people that day and it took three hours 
before we were let off the wagon.

When we got to the processing facility, they called me out 
of the wagon for decontamination. I had to stand under a 
freezing cold fire hose and then go to a tent. I was shaking 
uncontrollably from cold. They cut my cuffs off and I was 
ordered to take off all my clothes, shoes and underwear, and 
throw them in the garbage. A woman officer was present, 
which seemed improper. They gave me a towel and some 
paper-like hospital clothes, and put the cuffs back on, tight.

The processing facility was a parking garage with cages. 
They threatened us if we didn't want to give our names. Said 
if we gave our names, we'd be out that night. Lies. I was 
told I wouldn't last 2 minutes on the 4th floor where we're 
going. They talked our ears off with their lies. I was made 
to stay in one of the cages for a number of hours. I have an 
unstable shoulder that was hurting a lot from being cuffed 
behind my back. I asked lots of cops if I could be cuffed in 
the front because of it. They laughed.

I was finally taken for more processing. They demanded my 
birthdate. They said they couldn't process me without it. 
Lies. And that I would be kept here all night with my cuffs 
on if I didn't tell them. They said "you can go over there 
and finish the processing and get your cuffs off if you give 
us your birthdate." I needed to get those cuffs off and 
agreed. Lies.

The charges they wrote on my ticket were "illegal assembly," 
"resisting arrest without violence," "failure to disperse," 
and "assault of a police officer."

I was taken "over there" and was talked to in Spanish by an 
officer who didn't believe that I didn't understand him. We 
filled out forms for my belongings that they had taken. No 
news of my backpack. My new clothes did not have pockets, so 
they stuffed the forms in my waistband, and made me wait for 
a paddy wagon.

Once we were on our way, they shut off the ventilation and 
let us cook. They had a bbq to celebrate and let us cook in 
the parked truck while they ate. We were taken into a lobby 
of the jail, which was refrigerated, and I was all sweaty. 
More hypothermia. After we were taken for mug shots, they 
handcuffed us in front with loose zip ties. Much less bad. 
My wrists were badly bruised and I have some nerve damage 
now so I can't feel anything on part of my left palm and thumb.

We were split up into a few rooms and fingerprinted, 
catalogued, photographed, etc, etc, etc. It took a long 
time. We demanded water and food. Our demands were mostly 
not met. It was between nine and 12 hours after arrest 
before any of us were allowed water for the first time.

Our paperwork was all stamped with a bright red FTAA. And 
our form numbers all started with FTAA too.

Food was bologna and cheese on imitation white bread. I ate 
the bread. It tasted like balogna. Around 3am, we were taken 
to our cells. They had cleared out enough space to put each 
and every one of the hundreds they had arrested into 
solitary confinement.

Solitary confinement sucks. It's not just being alone, I've 
been alone for a lot longer than that. It something else. In 
addition, the place has a spirit to it. A very bad spirit. 
It was the most terrible place I have ever been. It must be 
like what it feels like to walk through Auschwitz. Just 
being there made me want to cry. Everyone else I talked to 
had the same experience.

The cell was cold. We didn't get bed sheets or toilet paper. 
There was something that looked as though it may have once 
been a pillow, the last such thing I encountered.

The solitary confinement drum circle: Communication was 
almost impossible, but sound from banging on the cement 
carried well. We had a drum circle up there for a few 
minutes. I tried to play along even though I'm not a good 
drummer.

Jail is very different from the real world. We got three 
meals a day, but they're 8 hrs apart. Breakfast is at 
12:30am, lunch at 8:30am, and dinner at 4:30pm.

We got to our cells about 3am. They woke me up for lunch. I 
had to walk down the stairs, take the food off the tray, and 
carry it back up. Deli turkey and cheese on white and an 
orange. I didn't get my acid medication despite having 
filled out all their forms and having a 2-week supply in my 
pocket. So I ouldn't eat their deli meats both because it's 
against my religion and because it aggravates my acid reflux 
disease.

Bond hearing. They won't treat us as a group, few people 
want to do jail solidarity, everyone wants to get out ASAP 
because they can't stand being in solitary. Our lawyers seem 
very capable. My charge list is reduced to "failure to 
disobey an unlawful order" and bond reduced from $2000 to 
$250. I gave my name at the bond hearing.

I am put into a cell with a reporter who was arrested 
Thursday. He and other reporters were trying to escape the 
"river of violence" as he called it, snaking through Miami. 
They were surrounded and taken in. People had already come 
to pay his bond, but they were told they could not because 
he had not been to his bond hearing yet. Another lie. He 
didn't get out till the next day.

He told me of a firefighter from Minnesota who was in Miami 
on vacation and pulled off the highway to get a lemonade. 
Upon returning to his car he found his way blocked by police 
and asked them which way to go to his car. They told him, he 
went, and then was arrested. He had a special fireman's 
knife with him and was charged with weapon possession. At 
his bond hearing, the prosecution determined that he 
actually was a fireman, and dropped the charges.

Lying on the bed, and looking at the cieling, the light 
coming in from the window and hitting the texture of the 
cieling formed the image of Ghandi. Either that or I was 
halucinating from having only eaten some imitation white 
bread and an orange in 24 hours.

Dinner came. Mystery meat. I ate everything else and was 
still very hungry. I decided I needed to eat it to maintain 
my health. I cannot fast, having acid reflux disease. I 
stared at it for a while, a piece on my plastic spoon. It 
really didn't taste too bad, but it felt wrong. That was the 
first time that I felt like I had done a bad thing. It was 
something I'm not supposed to do. I felt like those people 
in the movie "alive" forced into cannibalism in order to 
survive their plane crash

After dinner, the light patch on the ceiling looked more 
like Bush #1.

The next day we were moved into a misdemeanor stockade. A 
guy was moved with us who didn't look like us. He said he 
moved to Miami a few days before his arrest and had no idea 
anything was going on. He was sleeping outside the homeless 
shelter like all the other people waiting to get a room, 
when cops decided he was too light skinned to be an actual 
homeless person and therefore must be an anarchist. His 
paperwork was stamped with a bright red FTAA too.

The misdemeanor stockade was full of people in for domestic 
violence, DUI, and driving on a suspended license. One of 
the trustees (in charge of laundry) took care of us. He was 
glad to have someone he could talk to. He mostly talked 
about how crazy his girlfriend was, that he was in here for 
violating a stay-away order with. We were able to eat better 
there, as the trustees were able to get extra trays of food. 
I imagine that they would otherwise be forced to live on 
about 1000 calories a day.

I called my parents a couple times from the phones there. I 
felt an intense sense of shame, when the collect call 
recording said "correctional institution," probably because 
of my subconscious classism, even thought I knew I didn't do 
anything wrong.

While in, I made three separate requests to the nursing 
staff for my acid medication. I never got it.

It wasn't until Tuesday morning that the support team 
succeeded in bonding me out. I was told they tried a day 
earlier, but because I had been moved, the jail couldn't 
locate me, and our support team had to try again the next 
day. The window to claim belongings was closed by the time I 
was let out. I plan on buying new shoes and another 
backpack, pleading not guilty, beating the charges, and 
having a hell of a lawsuit. Wish me luck.

Michael Adler can be reached at:
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