The Color Spectrum Teaches Us About Justice
On September 20th, I wore black. I wore black, as many Black people did, in solidarity with the Jena 6, who are quickly becoming the 21st century’s Scottsboro Boys. I am wearing black, even though I have the profound urge and desire to wear red, a Maoist, seductive, bold red – on this, the possible new dawn, of what Al Sharpton has begun calling the “Civil Rights Movement of the 21st Century.” I am wearing black, even as I have conflicting thoughts and emotions. I am eager for this moment of solidarity – a chance to acknowledge the injustice of inequitable sentencing. So, for today, it is my lipstick that is crimson.
But on Wednesday October 31, 2007 I will be wearing red; that uncomfortably womanish shade of scarlet that suggests a certain looseness, appreciation of blues, likelihood to walk the streets at night, willingness to be loud, dedication to self, and a deep refusal to be rendered invisible. Red, the color so many of us are told to avoid, because of its Western association, with the marked, fallen woman; red, that rich, rapturous, full, so-bright-it-looks-as-if-it’s-had-a-good-meal ruby color, red so intense, it’s nearly purple. Yes, that color – that’s the one I want to mark my outrage at the rape and torture of Megan Williams, a 20-year old woman in West Virginia; the sexual assault of a Haitian woman and her son in West Palm Beach, Florida; and the continued violence visited upon women of color.
Red is the color I choose, because I am not interested in being invisible. I am not interested in being forgotten. I am not interested in being a sidebar conversation. I am not interested, because I will be the womyn, who walks into the room wearing the color red, who makes the conversation stop, and gently suggests another topic – the role of violence and abuse in women’s lives perhaps? I am interested in being seen. I am interested in hearing what communities of color, so recently outfitted in black to mark the injustice done to the Jena 6, will do to mark the violence and injustice done to Megan Williams.
For me, the color red is about boldness. It is a vibrant color that cannot be ignored. Beyond the pink of feminism, and even the purple of womanism, red is a color that says, “stop and see.” On October 31st, we ask women of color and their allies, to break the silence and invisibility surrounding violence against women of color, by choosing to be seen. By choosing to be vocal, to be brave, to be bold and work to stop violence against women.
So, the question is Why Are You Wearing Red on October 31, 2007? Please leave your comment below.
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Georgia’s Angels said…
Today I’m feeling very emotional.I have been forced to remember October 19, 1964, the day of my 9th grade graduation trip and the day my best friend died. Susie was fourteen and taking a short cut through Branch Brook Park to take film to the drug store of pictures we had taken at the world’s Fair;she was raped and stabbed fourteen times. Over the years violence against girls and women has increased and as back then very little was said about it. I even recall some of the church women asking “what was she doing in the park?”, as if that should justify someone killing her. I believe that unless women take a stand against violence against girls and and women for any reason we will never see and end to this horror. I, my daughter, and granddaughters will wear red. I’m going to wear red in memory of my friend. I’m going to ask everyone I know including some of our female elected officials to participate in this observance. After reading this blog I went to look and see what I owned that was red. I am from the Moses generation, in those days the Pentecostal faith preached against women who wore red. I remember being told once “you got on red shoes and a red dress like a full fledge whore” I was sixteen had no knowledge of what see meant. I stopped wearing red for twenty years after that. I thought about the movie Women of Brewster Place and how Jack’ee was dressed in red when she attracted the attention of the good minister. What I know today that I didn’t know yesterday is that the color of her dress was not the issue, she was vulnerable and he took full advantage of that fact. Yes I’ll wear red from head to toe for all the women that have died without justice,but more for those who will die unless we do something and it needs to happen right away.
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Yes, I plan on wearing red not just for Megan Williams but for the thousands of rapes and assaults against women that go unmentioned & unnoticed. I wear red for my mother, my grandmother, my aunts & my cousins. I wear read for my future daughters & granddaughters. I wear red for myself.
I’m wearing Red because Don Imus will once again be on the radio
I’m wearing red because the Duke Lacrosse players signed a movie deal
I’m wearing red because Isaiah Thomas has not been fired
I’m wearing red because Clarence Thomas can sell books by bashing Anita Hill
I’m wearing red because Louis Farrakhan said we need to protect our women . . . poor Megan Williams
I’m wearing red because Jessie and Sharpton are only concerned with nooses
I’m wearing red because Congressional Black Caucus members are publicity hounds
I’m wearing red because Cornel West and Michael Eric Dyson desire cool points from the Hip Hop Community
I’m wearing red because Juanita Bynum thinks she is the only one who has suffered from domestic violence
I’m wearing red because Debra Lee is responsible for BET, enough said
I’m wearing red because Tyler Perry has a serious problem with Black women who have opinions
I’m wearing red because the NAACP says we don’t intervene when there is black on black crime
I’m wearing red because Obama and Hillary will not talk about all the vicious crimes committed against women of color.
I’m wearing red because Bill Cosby is a hypocrite, how bout we air his dirty laundry.
I’m wearing red because I have to, who else will speak on my behalf.
I’m wearing red because Tyler Perry has the #1 movie in America
I’m wearing red because soulja boy has the #1 song in America
I’m wearing red because the media choose to only focus on Breast Cancer Awareness and ignore Violence Against women Awareness monthly events (even though awareness for both should be every month)
I’m wearing red in honor of my 3yr old neice A’Brianna Jasmine Lola Session. She was raped and murdered on July 10, 2006 by my sister’s fiance. She was my sister’s only child. We need to protect our chilren and families from these wolves in sheeps clothing. I’ll never be able to see her ride the bus on her first day of school, I’ll never see her attend a PROM or walk the grass for her high school graduation. I know she’s not coming back, but she never had a chance to live her life. Thats why I’m wearing red on October 31, 2007, to be the voice for not only my neice, but women all over the world who are overlooked and forgotten about. I’m here to let them know that they will always have a place in my heart, and although they are no longer living in the flesh, their voices will live on through me and you. I love you forever A’Bri.. Please wear red.
for my friend Candace Kendeke Ritchie killed by her boyfriend…
for Tumi McCallum who shares the same story..
for my mom who left a home with domestic abuse…
for this body and soul that a neighbor tried to rape…
for my sister who God kept safe from the man who sneaked in the public bathroom behind her…
for the many women behind bars…
for the women abused by the police…
for our entire communities. …
i will wear red..
to call for laws that don’t build more prisons in attempts to build peace
to call for us to challenge the conditions that breed violence in our everyday lives
to call for healing for the men (and others of us) trapped in cycles of violence that they didn’t create
for accountability
for transformation
to call for new visions of
safety
survival
hope
resistance
love and peace
and to support and share my love with my brilliant and dynamic sisters who organized such a day of memory and resilience!!
I am wearing Red for My Mother, My Aunt, My Cousins and My Grandmothers for what they have been through… and for My Sisters, My Nieces, My Cousins, and My Self, with God’s Blessing, will NEVER go through…
*~A Gift_From Above~*
R.I.P. Auntie Nedra…
I’m wearing red because I remember the words of the old union song of women’s heroism, “Bread and Roses”, particularly the verse that goes, “When we go marching, marching/We struggle to too for men/
For they are women’s children/We mother them again/Our lives shall not be sweated/From birth until life closes/Hearts starve as well as bodies/Give us bread and give us roses!”
I’m wearing red because the effort to “be a man!” has bloodied me and all gay men.
I’m wearing red because it is the color of inspiration, of hope, of daring and of action.
I am wearing red because I am tired of the abuse and disrespect of women of color. We must fight for ourselves; there is no group or cause who will protect the rights of women of color. Throughout the decades we have marched, fought, struggled and sacrificed our lives for our men, children, country. We are strong, fearless and courageous. It is time for us to save ourselves. I will wear red proudly on Oct.31, 2007. I will do all I can to assist in the pursuit of justice for all women of color.
I am wearing red for all women of color who have suffered & continue to suffer domestic abuse;
I am wearing red for my mother who years ago suffered domestic abuse & was able to survive & be the strong, determined, elegant, beautiful woman she is today;
I am wearing red for women of color who go missing who don’t get attention;
I am wearing red for women of color who are looked at as igonorant – just because they are of color
I am wearing red because red because the color red means “power.”
And “power” means strength.
I am wearing red for Minnie Nell who carried me;
For Willa Lee whose name I carry;
For Momma Hattie who stole away so my grandmother could be free;
For Lisa who found her NO, and for Bunny who is searching for hers.
I am wearing red for all the girls I teach who have taught me so much.
I am wearing red for Johnny, my Dad, who showed me how women should be treated; and my grandfather, Prince, who showed me my worth.
I am wearing red for Ella and Becky and Zach and Jacob and MJ and Chess and Clark and all the children in the world.
I am wearing red because there are women who cannot…
I am wearing red because it is the least I can do.
I’M WEARING RED FOR THE MILLIONS OF WOMEN WHO ARE ABUSED, NEGLECTED, AND IGNORED. I’M WEARING RED FOR THE INJUSTICES THAT I ENCOUNTERED AS A YOUNG GIRL AND THE INJUSTICES THAT I SUFFERED AS A YOUNG WOMAN. I’M WEARING RED FOR THE YOUNG FEMALES GROWING UP IN A WORLD THAT REFUSES TO ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR WORTH. I’M WEARING RED FOR MY MOMMY.
This is written by a young black female high school student. Her name is Shamerea, age 14.
Abusing me constantly, hurting me so strongly mentally and physically. He thinks that because I don’t say anything that I won’t fight back. I curses me out until he gets hoarse.
Confusing me with his heat of raging fire and desire to hurt me, to destroy me, to kill me.
I feel like a long lost puppy after he has had his way with me. I try to defend myself but it won’t work.
Refusing to let go of the pain and the gain of freedom from this monster. Screams and cries is what I’m running from I can let go ,but I won’t never forget.
This is written by a young black female high school student. Her name is Chelsea , age 14.
She loves you
She can’t see past your eyes
When you hit her
She always wonder why
She takes it and takes it
Like nothing happend
She feels the pain
through her viens
Why are you hitting her
Can’t you she that she loves you
But now you have made
a hurt that never heals
and never can
but she felt as if you
were the man
I’m wearing red because too few mental health professionals want to deal with the violence–physical and emotional. I’m wearing red because less than 1% of the psychologists in the United States are women of color. I’m wearing red because I “found” my mind and always had my heart.
Sent to us by: Gabriel
While at Norris Homes we had the kids do a presentation to
represent the different principles of Nguzo Saba. One group
decided to do a skit. In the skit we saw a young girl see her
cousin in the newspaper because she was raped, so they find
the perpetrator and send him to court. This was for
“cooperative economics”. What rape had to do with it I dont
know. But for young girls to put this skit together shows it
something very much so apart of our community yet often times
ignored. When the parent of the kid who played the rapist
heard about it she placed a complaint. I would’ve much rather
her talked to the child about it than make “rape” a curse word
that cant be said. It kind of reminds me when I would say
“lie” around my mother. I would get reprehended for saying
it, but not as much for doing it; or atleast I learned when
she did it it’s okay. All of this is to say, we have a deeper
appreciation and respect for the minds and bodies of black
women, black girls. People rally around R Kelly’s case as
another black man attacked, but no one ever really cared about
the victim. If he were to “rape” a white girl, he wouldve been
in jail. I hope the thousands of men who showed up to
Liacouras Center not only try to do something about the gun
violence but also the violence of our women. Men have to stand
up and take responsibility for themselves.
Sent to us by Christian, age 14
This past week I’ve learn a lot about our past. How our women were raped, our men killed, and children was either, killed, or parentless left with a foster parent, or abandon, but either way he/she was beaten into slavery. We aren’t the only ones who went through slavery. Our Motherland is still going through frustration and pain. Americas governent is taking advantage of Africa’s gold, diamonds, silver, copper, rubber, and oil. Not only that but there child soldiers in Africa who are terribly brainwashed into believing that their parents don’t care about them or their parents weren’t nothing compared to them, and they give the child magic powder or pills that’ll make the bullets bounce off them or this’ll give you powers or make you invisible. Then they still have slavery going on in Africa. People who are weak get there hands chopped off if they’re strong then they work. If they find a diamond and take it and get caught they get shot.
Sent to us by Imani, age 14
On Oct, 31,2007, Why will you wear red?
Well I’m wearing red on Oct ,31,2007, because I would like to support violence against women and I would like for it to end.
Have you ever been in a violent or seen violence against women? Describe your experience and or feelings about women of color. Do you have any messages of encouragement for Women.
Well actually I have been in a violent relationship about 5 months ago, it actually started with a little push, but I thought he was just playing. So one day we were at his house and I said something so e came out of no where and hit me in my left eye, I was so hurt that he would do that to me. I had thought about leaving him but I was scared because he said if I ever left him he would really hurt me.
One day I was just getting tired of him hitting me, so I finally fought back and then he just got to hitting me even harder. So around June 26,2007 I had called him and told him it was over, he was so mad so he gone tell me that that’s why he was getting other girls behind my back.
About 5 hours later he bust my window and my brother whopped him.
Sent to us by Elizabeth W.
On Oct. 31, why will you wear red?
Encouragement:
On Oct. 31, I will be wearing red to stop domestic violence against women of color. Domestic violence against women of color has been going on for years. It has been occurring more often lately. Violence should stop altogether, but violence against women now. We are in the 21st century and violence against women should’ve stop centuries ago. My experience with violence against women changes my perspective of America. For a man, woman, or another race have the power to do harm against women of color I think it is injustice. I will wear red on Oct. 31 to symbolize my resistance against violence against women of color.
I am wearing red for myself and other women that are survivors of domstic violence. If it was not for God I would not be here today. My husband tried to take my life on 2/10/05, but took his own life instead,leaving 4 children behind. I am also wearing red for the women that did not live through their situation, because I almost was one of them.
I will wear red in honor of the” megans ” who suffer in the injustice of our worlds. I wear the red to be seen,to be loud,to say stop hurting my sista’s.I wear the red in an attempt to protect my blackness.
Hello Family,
Many of you have heard of the young African-American sister who was held captive and brutally tortured and raped by six white assailants for a month in West Virginia. While this crime was shocking, it is only one of many unspeakable recent acts of violence toward Women of Color across the country.
In response, Women of Color are launching a campaign called “Be Red Be Bold Wear Red on October 31st Campaign.”
As an API woman, I am appealing to other APIs and encouraging us all to learn about these cases and to participate in the Wear Red Campaign. We know that sexual assault affects our communities. Asian women have been targeted in sexual assaults because of their race, have been trafficked, abused, and exploited because of their nationality and/or immigration status, and we know of many cases of American and European pedophiles and sex criminals vacationing in or fleeing to Asia.
We’re all part of the same communities as oppressed people and People of Color. The young sister in West Virginia is just one of the more high profile victims from our communities this year; even so, the mainstream media has given the epidemic of violence toward women in our communities short treatment. It is the sad truth that we cannot look toward the mainstream to support us during difficult times.
We have to show support for each other. We owe it to ourselves, our communities, and each other, and that is why I hope you will participate. Please read on for more information.
Sopheak
National Organization of Sisters of Color Ending
I wear red because it’s one my favorite colors!
This week, I wear red because of all the violence that occurs around the world, and within my family. In my immediate family I can identify my mother and my sister as both victims of sexual violence. I wear red for them, because they are afraid to speak about it.
I wear red for my aunt who was struck dead by her abusive boyfriend. I wear red for my cousins who have been victims of sexual abuse.
Lastly, I wear red and I encourage others to wear red for me, who is a survivor of sexual abuse. I have not been silent about my experienes, so I wear red to give others the space to be vocal about their experiences.
I’ll wear red because I have seven daughters. A wife. A mom.
I’ll wear red because I know they would protect me if they could, they will protect me when they can, and I will protect them bebause I must! Red because this world has gone savage, and it seems like even I, a decent Blackman with a lot of self-development still ahead of me, still have to defend my stance with my sisters ’cause so many of my brothers done messed up. I’m gon sport me some red because we as Original people need to wake up and smell the bean pie! We can’t let the brutalizers of our women get a pass because we don’t agree with a sister’s politics or family choices or sexuality or opinions…Hell, naw!
We have to all fight together for freedom from opression and tyranny against anyone! Now, pass me my ruby cufflinks…
Sent to us by Alexis G.
To Be Re(a)d: Document
from http://brokenbeautiful.wordpress.com/
Today, Wednesday October 31st 2007 women of color and allies around the country are wearing red as part of a collective healing and revealing process in response to sexual violence against women of color. This collective red is meant to be antidote to shame, a warning sign to those would continue to blame women of color for the outrageous abuses that our society condones against us. This collective red is meant to fill in the missing frame of the black and white of Jena. This red is an invocation of gendered wounds and demands that we remember what Ida B. Wells told us, which is that the lynching of black men and women and the rape of black women and men are twin tools of the same repression. And blood is red.
In 1973, when Toni Morrison published her second novel Sula, she changed black feminist literary criticism forever. In fact, I like to day that black feminists created black feminist literary criticism to deal with Sula, the character and the text. In partnership with her first novel The Bluest Eye, Morrison’s Sula does more than insert black female characters into a literary scene that had ignored and caricaturized them. With these two novels Morrison insists that the very form of the novel must bend and bow and breathe and move to witness the experiences of black women and girls. The Bluest Eye could have been the first contemporary black female bildungsroman (coming of age story), except that Pecola, the main character (but not necessarily the protagonist) never grows up. Incestuous rape and violent racism shatter anything that would dare look like growth in that novel. Even the flowers. One could argue that in The Bluest Eye white supremacy (in the voice of the falling apart Dick and Jane reading primers) is the protagonist, and Pecola herself is the antagonist, criminalized for a small attempt at existence and vanguished by the pervasive triumph of racism, as patriarchalism, as capitalism and the death of a soul, the splitting of a mind. The Bluest Eye is Morrison’s first major study of what it means to be re(a)d. What happens when we are excluded from the very language we learn to read in? What are the dreadful consequences of an agreed upon social reading of black girls that spells us “worthless”?
Sula could have been the first contemporary black female bildungsroman, except that whereas The Bluest Eye leaves the main character with a split mind, witnessed by the black girls who survive, Sula is an intersubjective novel with two protagonists that cannot exist without each other, Sula and Nel grow apart, but the love between girls is the miracle, hope and home of this novel (a theme Morrison will return to in her most recent novel Love).
Sula arrived well placed in time to become the catalyst that it was and is for black feminist literary criticism. The book was published right when the first black women’s lit courses were being taught in newly formed Black Studies and Women’s Studies programs in colleges in the NorthEast. The two foundational texts of black feminist literary studies, Mae Gwendolyn Henderson’s “Speaking in Tongues: Dialogics, Dialectics and the Black Women Writer’s Literary Tradition” and Barbara Smith’s “Towards a Black Feminist Criticism” both read Sula as their primary text and as an instance through which to imagine what black feminist literary criticism could be. Even though Morrison wouldn’t achieve national recognition until she “manned” up…or won the National Book of the Month Club selection for Song of Solomon (a radical and beautiful and rich book in it’s own rite), Sula was the book black feminists clung to. Audre Lorde mentions in an interview that she doesn’t care that it was Song of Solomon that Morrison won the award for…it is Sula that “lit me up like a Christmas tree”.
And indeed one of the topics we can discuss is why Morrison gained national recognition once she wrote a novel that centered around a black man. It might be helpful to realize that when Morrison won the National Book of the Month Club selection she became the first African-American writer since Richard Wright to do so.
The passages that cause black feminists to canonize Sula are the passages about mutual self invention that occur between Sula and Nel. The most cited passage is the one where the narrator explains the destined friendship of the two girls noting that “having long ago realized they were neither white nor male…they went about creating something else to be.” This is a proposition as far reaching as to appear in Afro-Scottish Maud Sulter’s description of a art exhibit she curated in England and as long lasting as to reappear as the “different sort of subject” that Hortense Spillers asks for in her 1987 essay “Mama’s Baby, Papa’s Maybe”. The two other moments of the text that black feminists theorists drew in the sky are Sula’s insistence when her grandmother suggests she should settle down and have some babies that “I don’t want to make someone else. I want to make myself.” This challenge to motherhood completes the critique of heteropatriarchy that allows Barbara Smith to claim Sula as a “lesbian” text alongside the books final revelation that the loss of a husband is nothing compared with the loss of a girl friend. And the book ends with the word that has framed all of my days. Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl.
Spiraling out into this moment the desperation in that one world, girl speaks the prayer to the only thing that I believe can save us, and that is the love between women and girls of color that fills us with the bravery to make a new world language. When the Irish boys in the novel attempt to attack Nel and Sula, with designs on sexual abuse, Sula cuts of the tip of her finger…shifting the boys’ reading of her from prey to predator. Re(a)d is the color of threat. Is the color of blood, of nothing to lose, of everything born to be remade.
So today as I dress myself in re(a)d on behalf of my sisters and my own survival take me as a sign.
Greetings ~
I know most of you do not live in Philadelphia . However, I’m sure there at least some of you who know folks who live and/or work in Philadelphia . If you do, please spread the word and encourage folks to attend the press conference and equally if not more importantly encourage folks to voice their opinions at the polls, in Philadelphia , on Tuesday, November 6, 2007.
THE FOLLOWING IS BEYOND OUTRAGEOUS and Judge Teres Carr Deni should not be allowed to serve another day in court.
In Struggle,
Aishah
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PRESS CONFERENCE
Thursday November 1, 2007
1pm
Outside Municipal Court ( Criminal Justice Center )
1301 Filbert St , Philadelphia
Monday October 29, 2007
To the Editor:
We were appalled to learn that on Oct 4 Municipal Judge Teresa Carr Deni dropped all rape and assault charges in the case of a woman gang-raped at gunpoint. Because the woman was working as a prostitute, Judge Deni decided that she could not have been raped and changed the charge to “theft of services.” Deni later said that this case “minimizes true rape cases and demeans women who are really raped.”
As groups organizing against rape and in support of victims, we could not disagree more. All women have the right to protection from violence. The idea that any woman is “asking for it” is a lie that we fought for decades to destroy. It is especially offensive to see it revived by a female judge, who reached her position as a result of the women’s movement and is now using her power to deny justice to the most vulnerable women.
Deni told Daily News columnist Jill Porter that the victim met another client before reporting the rape. We have learned that this is completely untrue; the transcript of the hearing proves it. For a judge to make a false (and self-serving) accusation against a victim in the press, in addition to her prejudiced and reckless contempt for women’s safety, confirms that she is unfit to serve. The outcry following Deni’s decision shows how out of step with public opinion she is and that most people believe that prostitute women deserve the same protection from violence that we all have a right to expect.
No woman is safe when prostitute women aren’t safe. Serial rapi sts and murderers often target prostitute women knowing that they are more likely to get away with it. Labeled criminals by the prostitution laws, women are less likely to report violence for fear of arrest themselves. When sex workers do report, the violence is often dismissed. Here, the same man and his friends gang-raped another woman four days later. Decisions like Deni’s are a green light for further attacks.
The victim in this case was a Black single mother with a young child. In Philadelphia , where one in four people lives in poverty and welfare has been almost completely dismantled, many women have been forced into prostitution to survive. This should not make them fair game for rapi sts .
We are glad that the District Attorney is pursuing the original rape charges. The public can make our voices heard in the November 6 election: vote “No” on the retention of Teresa Carr Deni as Judge of the Municipal Court of Philadelphia.
Mary Kalyna
On behalf of
Global Women’s Strike
Philadelphia , PA
and
Women Against Rape
US PROStitutes Collective
Black Women’s Rape Action Project (BWRAP)
Legal Action for Women
Every Mother is a Working Mother Network
Wages Due Lesbians
Payday Men’s Network
Why I’m Wearing Red Today
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The father of my last two children stabbed me in the stomach, twisted the knife and then pulled it out. As a result, he cut my intestines in three places, as well as, the stomach muscle. After he pulled the knife out, he made me have oral sex while begging for him to take me to the hospital. He proceeded to walk me to the door of our home as though he was going to take me, but walked me back into the house in order for me to put my hand on the handle of the knife so that I could tell anyone who asked that I fell on it.
I was nearly unconscious by the time we arrived at the emergency room & they came to the car to take me in. Fortunately, the police said he was driving suspiciously and had followed him to the hospital and arrested him there after I told them that he had done it. It was a long and drawn-out legal process, but he did ten years. He never once apologized, but rather said it was my fault for trying to break up the family.
By the grace of God, it is now over fifteen years and I’ve come out of the ordeal with only a hernia (that is tolerable), scar (I’ll never wear a bikini), and a LOT OF MEMORIES.
Thank you.
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