“How Many Times Will I Have to Die?” by Ronald Chatman

6-17-03

MY FATHER (NEW YORK) WAS THE COLDEST PIMP THAT I HAVE EVER
KNOWN. HE GOT DOWN WITH THE GAME FOR DECADES. THE WHOLE
WHILE THAT HE WAS HUSTLIN’ HE STAYED TRUE TO THE GAME. HE
OBEYED EVERY RULE. HE DIDN’T DO THE DRUG SCENE LIKE MOST OF
THE WASHED UP PIMPS DID. HE ALWAYS WARNED ME AND MY
BROTHERS ABOUT USING DRUGS. NOW HE IS IN HIS 60′S AND HE HAS
RETIRED HIS LIFE OF PIMPISM. HIS GAME WILL ALWAYS LIVE ON. WE
NOW LIVE IN TIMES WHEN THE GAME IS EXPLOITED BY THOSE THAT
WERE BORN TOO LATE TO PARTICIPATE OR THOSE THAT WERE TOO
SQUARE TO GET DOWN. THIS IS ANOTHER FACET OF MY LIFE. I AM NOT A
PIMP MYSELF, BUT I WAS SEASONED BY SOME OF L.A.’S BEST. MY ROLE
MODELS WERE NOT DOCTORS AND LAWYERS, WHEN I WAS GROWING
UP. THERE WERE PIMPS AND HUSTLERS IN MY NEIGHBOR HOOD. THERE
WERE NO JOBS SO EVERYONE ADMIRED A MAN THAT KNEW HOW TO
TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF. DOCTORS, LAWYERS AND ALL OF THE
MYTHOLOGICAL FIGURES THAT WE SHOULD ADMIRE DON’T LIVE IN THE
HOOD THAT I GREW UP
MY ROLE MODELS WERE THE ESCAPING WHERE THEY CAME FROM AND
DENYING ALL KNOWLEDGE OF EVER LIVING IN THAT GANG INFESTED,
COMMUNITY OF DRUGS AND VIOLENCE. I WAS NEVER TURNED OUT; I
WAS BORN TO THE GAME. THE GAME HAS BEEN A PART OF ME, AS LONG
AS I HAVE BEEN A PART OF IT. I TOLD MY 13 YEAR OLD SON RONALD2
THAT, IF HE EVER JOINED A GANG, I WILL KILL HIM MYSELF. I TOLD HIM,
“I AM THE ONE THAT GAVE YOU YOUR LIFE AND I WILL BE THE ONE TO
TAKE YOUR LIFE.” I TOLD HIM THAT I WAS SENDING HIM TO JOBCOR
WHEN HE TURNS 16. HE THINKS THAT I AM BEING MEAN BUT IN THE
FUTURE HE WILL REALIZE THAT I HAD A PRECONCEIVED PLAN TO SAVE
HIS LIFE. HE DOES NOT REALIZE THAT I HAVE NEVER BEEN ANYWHERE
OR DONE ANYTHING. HE HIMSELF HAS THE OPPURTUNITY TO DO
ANYTHING AND GO ANYWHERE. MAYBE HE WILL APPRECIATE ME WHEN
HE FINDS OUT HOW HARD MY LIFE WAS. THE HOOD IS A MOBILIZING
ZONE OF MILITARIZATION. THINGS ARE CONSTANTLY CHANGING
AROUND US. THE LAST TIME THAT I CHECKED, IT WAS STILL RAINING
BULLETS. THE BIRD OVER HEAD IS FOLLOWING ME CLOSELY AS I RUN
FROM YARD TO YARD, IN THE COLD NIGHT AIR. THE MORE I SWEAT, THE
CLOSER THEY GET. FROM THE SKY MY BODY HEAT EXPOSES ME TO THE
HEAT SEEKING, TRACKING DEVICES THAT ARE BEING PUT TO USE BY THE
EYE IN THE SKY. BLACK AND WHITE CARS SCREAM THROUGH THE
STREET TRYING TO LAY BACK JUST ENOUGH SO THAT YOU CAN’T HEAR
THEM COMING. I WILL REMAIN AMONG THE SHADOWS AND TREES, I
HEAR A SOUND. I TURN AND AN L.A.P.D. K-9 POLICE DOG JUMPED INTO
MY FACE OUT OF THE DARKNESS.

THE WORLD IS CLOSING IN ON ME. THERE IS NO ROOM FOR ME TO
MOVE. MY ACTIVITIES ARE CLOSELY MONITORED. I AM EITHER LOOKING
UP AT THE WALL OR THROUGH THE FENCE. I HAVE LIFTED ALL OF THE
WEIGHTS THAT I COULD LIFT. I HAVE TALKED ON THE PHONE FOR AS
LONG AS I COULD TALK. I HAVE WRITTEN ALL OF MY LETTERS AND HAVE
NOW RETURNED FROM THE CHOWHALL. I EXERCISE MY BODY IN THE
MORNING. ARMS, CHEST, LEGS, ETC. TO BUILD THE MIND IS TO BUILD
THE BODY. TONIGHT I WILL GO TO THE LIBRARY. IF I AM LUCKY I WILL
BE FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO FIND BOOKS LIKE “BLOOD IN MY EYE” BY
GEORGE JACKSON OR I WILL STUDY THE UNITED STATES CONSTITUTION
ALONG WITH ALL 27 AMENDMENTS. UPON MY PAROLE, I WISH TO BE
DUALLY ENDOWED, MIND AND BODY. I HAVE BENCHPRESSED 300
POUNDS. I HAVE BACK ARMED 200 POUNDS. I HAVE READ 312 BOOKS.
THAT IS THE WAY THAT YOU GET YOUR MIND OUT OF JAIL. “LEARN
SOMETHING WHILE YOU ARE IN THERE, THAT WILL KEEP YOU ON THE
STREET. THE ALLEYS OF MY HOOD HAVE 10 FOOT SECURITY FENCES AT
BOTH ENDS OF THEM. BY LOCKING UP ALL OF THE TRASH IN THE
ALLEYS AND KEEPING THE HOMELESS RECYCLERS OUT. IS THAT WHAT
MAKES OUR NEIGHBORHOOD SAFER FROM CRIME? THERE ARE
SECURITY GATES BEING PUT AROUND EVERY COMMUNITY
SURROUNDING THE WESTSIDE ROLLIN’ 20′S. IS THAT TO KEEP THE
RESIDENTS IN OR TO KEEP THE ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHHOD BLOODS
OUT? I AM A NATIVE OF WEST ADAMS, THE HEART OF THE ROLLIN’ 20′S. I
WENT TO SCHOOL ON SUGAR HILL. I WENT TO JAIL ON ADAMS BLVD. I
HAVE HUSTLED ON THESE DANGEROUS STREETS. I HAVE FOUGHT FOR
MY NEIGHBORHOOD. IT WAS OUR RIGHT TO INHERIT NEIGHBORHOOD
FROM THE O/G’S. WE PUT THE “B” IN THE GAME AND PASSED IT DOWN
TO THE Y/G’S. WE MADE A CONTRIBUTION OF TWO FINGERS (FOR
TWENTIES) TO THE PINKY AND THUMB THAT WE ACKNOWLEDGE
EVERYONE WITH. WE TURNED THE OLD SCHOOL INTO THE NEW SCHOOL,
WE MADE Y/G’S FROM O/G’S. I WAS SCHOOLED BY BLOODS THAT WORE
LEATHER JACKETS, BRIMS, AND ROMEOS. SOME WORE STACEY ADAMS
OR BISCUITS. THAT WAS FIRST AND SECOND GENERATION SHIT. LET ME
CLARIFY MY STATUS AS AN O/G ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOOD. I AM 3RD
GENERATION NEIGHBORHOOD, FIRST GENERATION NEIGHBORHOOD
BLOOD.THAT MAKES THE “B” A PART OF ME. BLOOD FLOWS THROUGH
MY VEINS JUST THE SAME AS BLOOD FLOWS THROUGH THE WORLD.
FROM THE NATIVE BLOODS OF WASHINGTON STATE, TO THE GRIMEY
BLOODS OF THE EASTCOAST, LET MY BLOOD FLOW DEEP!! “WHAT IT
BLEED LIKE?

IF IT’S FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE FUTURE I DEMAND TO “B” THE FIRST
SACRIFICE. THE VALUE OF LIVING IS FAR MORE GREATER THAN THE
SACRIFICE OF ONE LIFE. TO LOVE LIFE, IS TO APPRECIATE AND RESPECT
EVERYDAY OF LIFE. THERE ARE SOON TO BE NO MORE MARTIN LUTHER
KINGS OR JAMES BALDWINS, BECAUSE WE ARE SACRIFICING THEM TO
THE GANG LIFE. WE ARE LOSING OUR MOST ARTICULATE INDIVIDUALS.
WHAT IS TO BECOME OF US AS A RACE? WE MUST NOW PROTECT AND
SHELTER OUR SONS. THEY ARE THE SEEDS OF OUR NEXT GENERATIONS
EXISTENCE AND PROLIFERATION. THEY ARE THE BEARERS OF OUR LAST
NAMES THAT ARE PASSED DOWN FROM GENERATION TO GENERATION. I
DIED A THOUSAND TIMES AS A YOUNGSTER GROWING UP AMONG THE
MADDNESS OF L.A.’S BLOODS AND CRIPS. SO MANY BODIES HAVE
FALLEN THAT I HAVE NOW LOST TRACK OF THE BODY COUNT. I AM A
BLOOD, I DIED IN VIET NAM AND DID TIME IN THE HANOI HILTON. I AM
BLOOD, I EVOLVED FROM SOCIAL DISCONTENTMENT AND RESISTANCE.
IN THE PAST I WAS JUST BLACK, BUT NOW I AM RED. WHEN WE BOND IN
RESISTANCE, YOU CALL ME BLOOD. IN THE PAST IF I WAS BLOOD, I WAS
YOUR BROTHER. THE OLD PLAYERS DON’T KNOW MY NAME, SO THEY
PAY THEIR RESPECTS TO ME BY CALLING ME”YOUNGBLOOD.” I DIED IN
THE STREETS OF WEST ADAMS FOR REPRESENTING ROLLIN’ 20′S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS, TO THE FULLEST. SEVEN DAYS LATER I WAS
BURIED, EXCUSE ME , I SAID THAT THIS WOULD NOT BE ANOTHER
MACHIAVELLIAN SMOKESCREEN (LAST VICTIM OF GANG VIOLENCE). MY
YOUNG HOMEBOY JUST PASSED AND I DIED AGAIN. IN THE FUTURE
THERE WILL BE A NEED TO GENETICALLY REPRODUCE SO THAT THE
BLACK WOMEN CAN PROLIFERATE OUR EXISTENCE. SELF DESTRUCTION
AND GENOCIDE ARE AMONG US.

WE ARE FIGHTING A LOSING FIGHT AND THERE ARE NO WINNERS. TO A
YOUTH LIVING IN LOS ANGELES, LIFE MAY NOT HAVE ANY VALUE. KIDS
WATCH THEIR CHILDHOOD FRIENDS DIE IN THE HOOD, FOR THE HOOD.
SO THIS MAKES THEM BELIEVE IT IS THEIR CALLING TO “B” FROM THE
HOOD. THERE ARE MASSES OF YOUNG PEOPLE THAT ARE LIVING TO
FIGHT FOR THEIR NEIGHBORHOODS. THEY KNOW THAT IN ORDER TO
STAY ALIVE IN L.A YOU HAVE GOT TO FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE. THE VALUE
OF CIVILIAN LIFE IN THE 20′S IS THAT, FOR EVERY ONE BLOOD THAT
DIES, TEN CIVILIANS WILLINGLY JOIN UP WITH THE BLOODS BY CHOICE. I
DIED ONCE IN A DRIVE-BY SHOOTING, ANOTHER TIME I WAS KILLED AS
AN INNOCENT BY-STANDER. I DIDN’T DIE WHEN THEY SHOT ME ON THE
CORNER OF RAYMOND AND ADAMS IN 1985.

I WAS KILLED EXECUTION-STYLE BY MY ENEMIES. THEY DUCT TAPED ME
TO A CHAIR AND SHOT ME IN THE HEAD TWICE. I WAS DRAGGED OUTSIDE
AND SHOT SIX TIMES IN THE HEART. I GOT KILLED BY A COWARD, THAT
SHOT ME ONCE IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD. HE HAD TO BE A BUSTER, HE
COULDN’T LOOK INTO MY EYES BEFORE MAKING ME DEAD. I DIE EVERY
TIME A MOTHER CRIES FROM LOSING THEIR BABIES TO THIS CRAZY ASS
LIFESTYLE. I CRY EVERYTIME THE BLACK PLAGUE OF DEATH TAKES ONE
OF THE BABIES THAT WE CALL YOUNG HOMIES.

I DIED WITH BABY TIPPY ON THE FOURTH OF JULY AND I DIED WITH
ISEMAN ON FRIDAY THE 13TH LAST JUNE. I DIED IN A SHOOTNG ON
HALLOWEEN.

WE HAVE NOW MOURNED OUR “B”LOVED HOMIES ISEMAN AND J.B. WE
LOST ISEMAN TO THE STREETS, BUT GOD TOOK J.B. NOW I MOURN THE
LOSS OF BABY TIPPY, I WRITE ABOUT YOU AS I CRY ABOUT YOU. HE
WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO BE MY SON, BUT I LOOKED OUT FOR HIM LIKE
HE WAS MY LITTLE BROTHER. HE RODE BACK WITH ME, FROM THE
FUNERAL OF Y/G LIL DOG FROM BLACK-P-STONE (CONSCIOUS
REVOLUTION). WE ACTUALLY DISCUSSED RELIGION, LIFE, DEATH AND
GANGBANGIN’ WE DISCUSSED GANG INTERVENTION, HE FELT THAT
THERE WAS NO HOPE IN SIGHT. I ASKED ABOUT HIS LIFE AND HIS
FEELINGS, HE SAID,”YOU KNOW HOW THINGS ARE OUT HERE IT’S
FUCKED UP.” THAT IS A VERY POPULAR ANSWER TO THAT QUESTION IN
L.A., ASK ANY YOUNGSTER. ALL GREAT MEN WERE BORN INTO THEIR
OWN PLACE IN TIME. WHAT WILL TIME BE WORTH, WHEN WE HAVE
MURDERED ALL OF THE GREATEST MEN AMONG US. I DON’T THINK OF
MYSELF AS GREAT, BUT I WAS BORN INTO A FUCKED UP PLACE IN TIME.

AM I HAUNTED OR AM I WANTED? I MUST ADDRESS THAT QUESTION TO
MY HIGHER POWER. L.A. IS PLAGUED WITH DEATH AND WE ARE OUR
OWN WORST ENEMIES. HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO DIE? BEFORE
WE REALIZE, THAT, “TO KILL ONE BLACK MAN IS TO KILL AN ENTIRE
GENERATION OF BLACK.” PEOPLE. WILL I REALLY HAVE TO MAKE MY
POINT AND REALLY GO OUT AS THE LAST VICTIM OF GANG VIOLENCE?
OR AM I SENTENCED TO INFINITELY WONDER, HOW MANY TIMES WILL I
HAVE TO DIE? FORGIVE US FOR THE DAMAGE THAT WE HAVE CAUSED
FOR WE KNOW NOT WHAT IT IS THAT WE ARE DOING. “B” THE STREETS
MY CHURCH, MY RED FLAG “B” MY CROSS. CRUCIFY ME AND NAIL ME
TO THAT CROSS SO THAT THE SINS OF ALL GANG MEMBERS SHALL “B”
FORGIVEN (POWER OF WORDS).

THEY SNUCK INTO MY HOUSE AND KILLED ME IN MY SLEEP.THEY PUT A
PILLOW OVER MY HEAD AND PRESED THE BARRELL OF THEIR GUN INTO
IT TO MUFFLE THE SOUND OF THE SHOT. THEY THEN PULLED THE
TRIGGER AND BLEW MY BRAINS ALL OVER MY BED SHEETS. I AM O/G/B
MADD RONALD FROM WESTSIDE ROLLIN’ 20′S NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS.
SINCE I AM A BLOOD, I AM ONE OF THE MOST HATED OF ALL. I HAVE
BEEN DYING FOR THE LAST 28 YEARS IN THE STREETS OF L.A. MY
BLOOD STILL STAINS THE SIDEWALKS OF ADAMS BLVD, AS A REMINDER
OF HOW MANY TIMES, I HAVE DIED. THEY JUMPED OUT OF THEIR VAN
BEARING AUTOMATIC WEAPONS. MY RED SHOE LACES SPOKE FOR
THEMSELVES. THEY SET MY CHEST ABLAZE WITH GUNFIRE. THEY HEARD
ME GASPING FOR MY FINAL BREATHS, WHILE BLOOD BUBBLED OUT OF
MY MOUTH. THEY GAVE A GUN TO THEIR YOUNG.

HOMEBOY AND TOLD HIM TO “FINISH THE JOB!!” BOOM!! BOOM!! THERE
WERE TWO SHOTS, BUT I WAS DEAD AFTER THE FIRST ONE. I HATED
CRIPS FOR 22 YEARS. NOW I CAN NO LONGER HATE ANYMORE. I HAVE
REALIZED THAT, ” THROUGH MY SELF HATRED I WAS BREEDING SELF
DESTRUCTION.” OUR ANCESTORS WERE LYNCHED, HUNG AND
DEHUMANIZED BECAUSE OF THE COLOR OF THEIR SKIN. THESE DAYS
WE DEHUMANIZE ONE ANOTHER BECAUSE OF THE COLOR THAT WE
HAVE CHOSEN TO ROLL WITH.

AUGUST 2ND MAKES ME 36 YEARS OLD. I WILL HAVE BEEN A ROLLIN’
20′S BLOOD FOR 28 YEARS. I HAVE NEVER HAD THE CHANCE TO DROP
OUT. I HAVE SEEN MASSES OF PEOPLE DROP OUT. SOME LEFT THE
NEIGHBORHOOD AND STARTED FAMILIES, SOME GOT JOBS, SOME HAD
FOUND THEIR HIGHER POWER OR CONSCIOUSNESS. WHATEVER IT “B” IT
GOT THEM OUT. IF I AM FORTUNATE ENOUGH TO SURVIVE FOR 48 MORE
MONTHS, I WILL HAVE BEEN A BLOOD FOR 30 YEARS. I MIGHT TAKE A
CHANCE AND WALK OUT OF ALL OF THIS WITH MY NAME AND RESPECT
FULLY INTACT AFTER 30 YEARS. I MAY HAVE TO VENTURE DEEP WITHIN
MY OWN SOUL TO FIGURE OUT, WHO I REALLY AM. I MIGHT BECOME A
SQUARE AND WRITER BOOKS ABOUT A MYTHOLOGICAL CHARACTER
CALLED “MADD RONALD.” I MAY DECIDE TO STOP LIVING FOR MYSELF
AND SEEK A SOUL MATE FOR MARRIAGE. SO THAT THEN I MAY HAVE
SOMEONE ELSE TO LIVE FOR. I MIGHT WALK RIGHT OFF OF THE FACE
OF THE EARTH. THAT’S NOT THAT HARD IN L.A. I MAY BE FOUND LIVING
IN A CARDBOARD CONDO, ON A DOWNTOWN (SKID ROW) SIDEWALK OR
HOLLYWOOD OR MAC ARTHUR PARK (IN L.A.). THE WORLD WOULD HAVE
TO STEP OVER ME TO PASS. NO ONE WOULD EVEN CARE THAT THIS IS
O/G/B MADD RONALD FROM THE 20′S. THEY WON’T KNOW THAT I GOT
MY BLOOD ON FOR 22 CONSECUTIVE YEARS WITH NO KUT. THEY
WOULD NEVER REALIZE THAT I AM ONE OF THE MOST RESPECTED
ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS. THAT MEANS THAT NO ONE WOULD BE
INTERESTED IN WHY I HAVE A RED CARD BOARD BOX TO LIVE IN. THEY
WON’T REALIZE EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT INSIDE OF THE HOOD THE HOOD
IS STILL INSIDE OF ME.I WILL HAVE NO MATERIAL POSSESSIONS. I WILL
HAVE NO MONETARY NEEDS. I WON’T EVEN HAVE A DOLLAR IN MY
POCKET. I MAY BE WEARING ALL OF THE CLOTHING THAT I OWN IN THIS
WORLD, BUT I WOULD STILL BE HAPPY. I WOULD BE HAPPY BECAUSE
AFTER 30 YEARS ON THE SETT, I MADE IT OUT WITH MY LIFE. I HAVE
WITNESSED THE FINALITY OF DEATH WILL IT BE MY FATE TO BE
WITNESSED AS ANOTHER FATALITY OF L.A.’S MEAN WAYS? L.A. HAS GOT
TO BE THE HOME OF ONE OF THE BLOODIEST WARS TO EVER TAKE
PLACE IN NORTH AMERICA.

MALCOLM X WOULD ROLL OVER IN HIS GRAVE, IF HE COULD SEE THE
CONDITIONS OF GENOCIDE THAT WE (OURSELVES) HAVE INFLICTED
UPON OUR PEOPLE. I SAW MORE THAN 700 ROLLIN’ 20′S
NEIGHBORHOOD BLOODS PAY THEIR LAST RESPECTS TO OUR “B”LOVED
ISEMAN, LAST WEEK. I WAS AMAZED TO SEE THE 20′S IN SUCH MASSIVE
NUMBERS. SOME ARE SAYING, THERE WAS 1,000 OF US. I HOPE THE DAY
THAT I DIE, THAT THE ROLLIN’ 20′S LOVE ME AS MUCH AS THEY LOVE
ISEMAN. I DIED AT HIS VIEWING, WHEN I SAW MY CHILDHOOD FRIEND
LAYING THERE LIFELESS AND INANIMATE. I DIED AGAIN WHEN I TOUCHED
HIS COLD HAND AND DID NOT FEEL HIS WARM PULSE. THAT DIDN’T FEEL
LIKE THE HAND THAT HAD SHAKEN MY HAND SO MANY TIMES WHEN WE
WERE GROWING UP.

THE REALEST THING IN LIFE IS DEATH. WE ALL HAVE GOT TO DIE. I
EMBRACE DEATH INTO MY LIFE EVERYDAY. LIFE IS HARD AND IT IS
GETTING HARDER. I AM VERY AWARE THAT THERE IS NO ONE THAT IS
PROBLEM-FREE. I ENDURE THE STRESS OF LIFE EVERYDAY. NOT ONLY
FOR MYSELF BUT ALSO FOR MANY OTHERS THAT CAN’T ENDURE THE
STRESS. IMAGINE YOUR EVERYDAY STRESS OF JUST TRYING TO GET BY
FROM DAY TO DAY COMBINED WITH MY STRESS OF TRYING NOT TO GET
KILLED. THAT IS WHAT I GO THROUGH EVERYDAY. I DIED WITH MY
HOMEGIRL HEEBOE FROM ROLLIN’ 20′S BLOODS, WHEN THEY KILLED
HER 4 TIMES WITH AN AK47 AT THE BEEHIVE. SHE MUST SERVE A
SUPREME PURPOSE TO GOD, BECAUSE HE SENT HER BACK TO US TO
FINISH SERVING HER PURPOSE. SHE WAS GRANTED HER 2ND LIFE. I
DON’T HAVE ANYMORE FEELINGS, SO I CAN NO LONGER BE SAD. THE
MENTION OF THE WORD DEATH MAKES MY HEAD SPIN SO BAD THAT I
FEEL LIKE, I WANT TO FALL DOWN, BUT I AM SCARED TO FALL BECAUSE,
I MAY NOT BE GETTING BACK UP. I AM ALL CRIED OUT, SO I HAVE NO
MORE TEARS. I CAN NO LONGER MOURN FOR ALL THOSE THAT I HAVE
LOSS. I MUST CELEBRATE THE MEMORIES OF THEIR LIVES. I WILL NOT
BE SELFISH. IT WAS A BLESSING TO KNOW YOU ALL. IT WAS A GIFT TO
HAVE THE OPPURTUNITY TO SHARE YOUR MOMENTS IN TIME. WHEN I
WAS A KID MY FATHER WOULD COSTANTLY LACE ME WITH GAME IN
MANY DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY SAY THAT, ” THE GAME IS TO BE SOLD,
NOT TOLD.” SO I WILL LEAVE YOU WITH A PINCH OF WHAT I WAS TOLD,”
THERE ARE TWO KINDS OF MEN IN THIS WORLD. THOSE THAT ACT BAD
AND THOSE THAT ARE BAD ACTORS. “B” SAFE.

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