The Dollop with Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds - 320 - The Wobblies Go To Everett (Live)

Episode Date: March 20, 2018

Comedians Dave Anthony and Gareth Reynolds examine the shingle makers strike in Everett, Washington. SOURCESTOUR DATES REDBUBBLE MERCH

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dollop. This is a bilingual American history podcast. Once a week I read a story in two different languages to my friend. American history, Gareth Reynolds. You has no idea the story is about. We did it. Barely by this. We fucking did it. I said we couldn't. I said we couldn't. 1828. Year of our Lord, Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ grew up in Nashville. The Hudson Bay Company was the. That can't be specific. That's just a late enthusiasm. People. I mean you never know when you come to a new town. The past one. It's my favorite Bay Company. The only Bay Company I think about. The Hudson Bay Company built the first lumber mill in

the Pacific Northwest at Fort Vancouver. Sure it's a great yeah. The California Gold Rush in 1848 led to more mills being built along Puget Sound. Puget. Puget. Puget. I said it right. Puget. Puget. And if I buy that. You did say I said it right in there real early. No I thought she said I said it right. She was lying. Okay. She wasn't lying. She lied to me. She told me how to. I came here and I was like how do you say it. And she said Puget. You guys all fucking saw it. You all saw it. Dave. Puget Sound. Whatever that is. By the mid 1850s there were over two dozen mills in the area. As time went on technical advances like the steam login

machine. Oh man remember when you couldn't log with steam. Different time. Met fewer fewer men were working. This also meant it took less skill to move logs so we're workers wages went down. Sure. America. Those helped me. Those charts you do. To keep the mills running efficiently. Lumber companies established mill towns. These towns are basically free from the interference of the government. Okay. Well there's that's gonna be an issue. Competitors. That'll be a that'll be an issue. And this. And labor organizers. Okay. Sorry. So the list. So authority. Competitors and and workers getting all I want. Food. Oh. Very

simple. So the owners had full control. Lumberjacks had to pay to sleep in the barracks. They would try to cram in as many many men as they could. One logger described the bunk houses as quote an architectural abortion. Oh my God. That's that's just so you guys know that's bad. That's bad. Wow. Loggers had to live in shitty housing eating rotting food exposed to diseases. And with the lack of sanitation. Well to be fair though this was the 1800s. Right. This is pretty much generally worse than it sounds. Yeah. I guess if you're eating rotting food. Sure. I mean people in the 1800s are like what do you got that's not healthy and

fallen apart. Yeah. What's not edible in the 1800s. What smells horrible. Some camps would put the latrine between the kitchen and the barracks causing tons of gastrointestinal problems. That's smart. That's smart. The smell would sometimes be so bad Lumberjacks would leave their barracks and go sleep in the forest. Where we all thought they slept before this. Let's be honest. They would also all come in and hang up their socks at the end of the day in the barracks and there's no breeze. Oh God. I was definitely on the Santa wave length. And then forest elves would come and put... Obviously. Kohler Gits. Yes. Kohler Gits based on their

day of lumber work. Lumberjacks. I'm not an idiot. I know how this works. There were no workplace standards. Companies provided the least they could. Logging was also seasonal so they were always laid off. There were no mattresses in the barracks. Just hay and then they had their own blanket they brought around which was apparently the perfect environment for fleas. Jesus Christ. Okay. So this is like the human pound. One eleven-year-old logger. Oh boy. What? No. Time to go to work. Yeah. Yep. Describe his first night's sleep in the barrack. He's eleven. Quote. Not too good. Okay. Interesting. The fleas having found

their way out were having a grand time. Jumping around and feeding on brand new tender skin. Okay. They definitely... I mean this is definitely written a little heavy from the flea POV. Frolicking among skin particles. Sleep came after my little friends had been fed and crawled back under the bottom blanket again. This... This is the cartoon era. I... So I kill myself if that happened. Like I fucking kill myself. Like I'm like oh I'm eleven. I fucked this shit. This is... I had a good run. Yeah. I mean... I mean you just basically a flea feeding bag. Yeah. Just waiting for them to come on guys. I got to go to sleep. No. Yeah. No. Yeah. Your

earth and the fleas are us. You're just like... People are thinking about that right now. Logger George Davidson's underwear was quote so full of vermin he had to throw them out and sleep outside. What in God's name? He had to throw... Why sleep... I got questions. He got rid of the problem. Why sleep outside? Because there's so many fleas that if you don't have underwear on it's... Oh that's what's weird huh? Walking around with that underwear. No. You're... The fleas are going into your fucking junk and butthole and whatever. Alright. I'm outside. I'm with it. So outside we go. Bottomless. Step out like porky pig. It's the bunch of

guys looking like they're in little 90s. Those fleas are brutal huh? Well let's go sleep in the trees. How old are you nine? Yeah this is Terry. He's nine. So the workers demanded better living conditions but the logging companies said no. Sure. They said they couldn't afford it. No of course not. Illness was common because of the food conditions and if a flu or cold hit it spread quickly through the packed bunk houses. VD was also spread as loggers would have sex with each other. Okay. Okay. Little VD log sex huh? Alright. Tested well in Seattle. Noted. Woo. Meow. VD logger sex with fleas. Party of me thank you. Yes. Is that a...

that a pine tree? You need me to take that down? Timber. I'm gonna fuck you like a lumberjack. Fuck's a lumberjack. I would pay so much money to watch a lumberjack. Fuck a lumberjack. I just... I mean how much money would you pay to just go into like a time like bubble and just be able to go in here without fleas getting us and just watch. Just watch. Be like that kid's 11 dude. He is 11. That guy's fucking that guy over there. I bought... watch that guy. That kid's 11. Get all those dudes without underwear. How you doing? Hi. Hey. Help us or kill us. Either will do. There weren't any bathing facilities at

all so now we're just caked with dirt. That's the same now. Yeah I don't know if that makes the logger VD sex hot anymore. Showerless added in the mix. Timber mill workers lived a bit better. They lived in company housing designed to generate profits. The ratios were 30 men per toilet and one small water pipe. Well thank God they're not eating. I just think about what if everyone has like there's a gastrointestinal thing going around and everyone's just like well like you can't. No you want to get it's like no yeah it's like chicken pox you're like I just want to get it out of the way. And you

can't because Barry's just been fucking sitting on there for a while and someone's like don't shit near the water pipe. That's a classic old lumberjack phrase. Don't shit near the water pipe. No they turned it into a song. Both mill workers and lumberjacks had many many injuries. Cables and machines would break sending deadly parts whipping around. Flying logs with crush heads. The state of Washington started collecting data on injuries in 1912 anywhere between 124 and 260 workers were dying each year. In the first five months of 1914 there were 4,928 accidents or deaths. Jesus. Yeah fuck yeah get it get it

done you go whew logging. There was no safety net in America so if you were injured you just fucked and then you're just poor forever like you'd sit on the side of the road you're like I don't have legs. And then people throw you a pine cone or whatever happens up here. What a scenario you just painted of a probable existence. Well I got a pine cone at least. Oh no. The timber industry besides shingle workers were not organized. Sorry shingle weavers. Yeah I was gonna say they weave them Dave. It's a different department. So shingle weavers they make shingles. They used unprotected sauces to turn stumps into wooden shingles.

It's a big fucking stump and then they're cranking out shingles out of it. Sure. So they were known for their missing fingers. Oh great what a great. It was said you could tell who was working their first day as a shingle weaver because he had ten fingers. How'd you know? Look at your hands your beautiful hands. How many days have you been working here? Oh. I'm holding them all up. Oh. The wood dust caused premature deaths and what they referred to as wood asthma. Asthma we didn't know existed. Most shingle companies refused to put blowers in to alleviate the conditions of the fucking dust in there. They'd get clogged with fleas anyway.

In 1907 timber workers started reaching out to the industrial workers of the world or IWW also known as the Wobblies. They're called the Wobblies. No one knows why they were called the Wobblies. They saw no reason to differentiate in regards to skill unlike the AFL. A worker was a worker and they all deserved a living wage and decent working conditions. Lunacy. The Wobblies told lumberjacks they deserved a better working environment but the IWW was considered very radical even by other unions. Short term they wanted bettering the lives of workers. The long term was to end capitalism. Oh my god. Oh you fucking

move. You radicals. I would also say let it play out before you judge it. There's sometimes a darkness before the light okay and I think we had a good feeling. Lumberjacks like Tom Scribner came around to the Wobblies after almost dying a few times. Once a log rolled over his chest and ripped open his sides. Oh my god well so. I mean I'm assuming that he kind of popped. Because if a log rolls over you it's not ripping your sides like raw and you're like and stuff comes out. Oh my god he got like toothpaste. Yeah I think so. The doctor had to stuff my intestines back in like they were rope. Hey don't worry about it. I wish there was a place to bathe. I put a

lot of fleas in here too just so you know it's impossible not to. You're real gutty. Curling them around and shoving them back inside. There we go just gonna kind of wrap it up like a hose around this stick here and jam it back. I think it once it's in there and you jump around a little I think it'll kind of shake itself out like a duvet. When Tom saw how the Wobblies stood up for safety he was on board. To get out their message the Wobblies used newspapers posters poems and songs. Okay. They use poems and songs because many workers were illiterate. Nope. I've got one. Shut up. I'll give you some titles. One sociologist wrote that quote IWW

created the strongest form of group solidarity in the hobo world. So they were they were organizing just fucking dudes who got on trains and worked like they were like let's organize everybody. They sung songs like 50,000 Lumberjacks. A rise you prisoners of starvation. That's a good one. Michael Jackson covered that. Conditions they are bad. Interesting. That one got right to it. Yeah. If you all will shut your trap. Is this grandpa's album? If you would shut your trap. If you all will shut your trap. I'm gonna sing a song now. Shut the fuck up you fucking animals. If you all will just shut your trap. Tom. Tom I feel like that's

not it's not giving us a union feel. Like a brotherhood. If the brotherhood would shut their fucking traps I could deliver. But I've had to write a concept album because you idiots won't shut your traps. Now everyone shut the traps. Another song was parasites in this fair country. Oh my god it's so easily be talking about undergarments too. Now John D. Rockefeller purchased a large swath of land 30 miles north of Seattle a perfect site for shipping purposes. The Everett land company was organized plotted and the city of Everett was laid out. Okay first of all first of all first of all it's where I get my myth. So

let's let's not talk shit about my bros. It's the worst thing anybody's ever yelled at a show. The Everett land company was organized Everett's laid out unemployed men were then arrested and given no alternative but to clear plank and pave the streets. Wow okay so you got a job. Yeah quite a turnaround. Over time it was a textbook example of a company town. Rich men promoted Everett as quote the city of smokestacks. Oh god what a selling point. We will remember you. We were gonna call it fuck the Lorax but we went with city of smokestacks. Well it's taken. The problem is it's taken. Some doctor. Over 35,000 people lived in

Everett in 1915. The main business activities were lumber shingles and shipping. Sure. Everyone made their money off lumber so those in power opposed anything that would harm their rule. Even when the shipping ship building industry tried to set up an Everett they opposed it and blocked them from coming. Now Sunset Magazine wrote an article on the shingle weavers. Yeah actually I do remember Sunset Magazine's shingle weaver piece. Powerful. Powerful piece. Such a great centerfold. Oh powerful piece. Just the fingers. No. The funniest thing is to try to get a shingle weaver to flip you off. Was sir. Is that

at what point wasn't it great that you were talking while I was making a joke. Sir. Okay. Just keep your voice down please. It's distracting for people who came here to just see a show. All right. Thank you. I understand. Just keep it down. Thank you. That's a pretty good joke. Dave I think we owe you another chance. No come on. People heard it. They just all got weird. Just do it again. It'll we can sit comment. We can sit comment for funny. They try to get a shingle weaver to try to flip you off because you're like fuck. Yeah. I am leaving. No. No. I am leaving. That's just so we can use it in post. Second take. Now we got it. It's in the

can. Whoa. Shingle weaving is not a trade. It is a battle. For 10 hours a day. The weaver faces two teeth steel discs whirling around 200 times a minute. The one on the left he feeds heavy blocks of cedar reaching over with his left hand to remove the rough shingles it rips off. So you're just like he cannot stop to see what his left hand is doing. So you're just a dead hand weaving. It is a matter of time. His eyes are too busy examining the shingles for knot holes to be cut out by the second saw whirling in front of them. Oh my God. The saw on the left sets the pace. The saw must reach over to its teeth 50-60 times into hungry teeth turn the shingle trim its edge on the saw in front of him cut

out the narrow strip containing the knot hole with two quick movements of his right hand and toss the completed board down the chute. What hour after hour sooner or later he reaches over a little too far and the whirling bay blade tosses drops of deep red into the air and a finger a hand or part of an arm comes sliding down the chute. Oh a chute. Hey Bobby that's not a shingle. I'm sorry. Oh my God. When I used to when I used to cut like when I used to work on housing I would have to cut tiles. I would honestly I'd resign myself to the fact that I was going to lose a thumb. Yeah friend of mine. I was I was just like just don't be attached to both and once you lose one you'll never have to do it anymore.

Yeah. I was like it'll be fine you'll just lose one and that'll be that. A friend of mine cut off his he was a comedian he cut off his thumb and I went to see him and he's like he's fucking great man I get I get workman's comp and I can get a writing sample and then he got hired on the Daily Show. So nothing's changed is what I'm saying. Shingle waivers were known for their mutilated hands. This made them very hard men. The Everett shingle waivers formed a union in 1901 and in 1914 1915 a depression hit. In the spring of 1915 the notice was posted stating wages would be cut. The Everett shingle waivers went out on strike. Scabs were brought in as were gunmen and violence followed. Courts made injunctions

against the strikers and the strike failed and wages were reduced. But they made an agreement before they went back to work with the owners. They get more fingers. They get more fingers. We want two more fingers each. They each got a pig knuckle to put where a thumb had been. I'll take it. We got pig knuckles boys. Three cheers for pig knuckles. So they made an agreement with the owners when they went back that if the price of shingles rose their wages would go up. Okay. Good. Well surely everyone will hold to that. When has the owner of the factory or mill not held up his part? Hand shake agreement. In the spring of 1916 the prices of shingles shot up. There we go. That's good news for these pig knuckled workers. The owners did

not raise wages. Delegates demanded a raise. By May 1st most of the owners gave in but not the owners in Everett. And another strike was on. And more scabs poured in. Strikers were arrested and thrown in prison on any charge. And on August 19th the picketers were attacked by the owners henchmen, beaten with brass knuckles and blackjack stomped by boots and kicked in the face. I'm not high fiving you. The police washed and did nothing. That night the picketers and a bunch of Everett citizens returned the favor attacking the henchmen. This time the police rushed in with guns and just started beating people. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what are you guys doing? Hey, hold on. Listen one way straight. One

way straight. Get the henchmen alone. You J-wacht. You don't fuck with our henchmen. As all this was going on the Wobblies were trying to organize lumber workers in Seattle. An organizer was sent to surrounding areas to check out the situation. James Rowan was chosen. On August 31st he made his way to Everett. When he arrived he came with a box and he put it down 50 feet back from the street following regulations to start making a speech. The local sheriff, Donald McCrae, was nearby in his car. He was drunk. Okay, wait. Could we time out for just a quick second? So the law was that you just, you could stand on your box anywhere. You can stand 50 feet back from the street. You can stand on the street.

Just if you laid a box down then you could just... You think you can start talking. You bring your box. Okay. It's a box talk. Box talk, yeah. Okay. So just get on your soap. I mean, soap box. Yeah, I know, but you just... It sounds competitive. It's like I'm finally understand the rationale behind permits. Yeah. Otherwise you just got guys on boxes everywhere talking. Yeah, just like, oh, I'm gonna fuck with this guy's box speech. Stop following me with your box. Now fuck you. Stupid law. So Sheriff McCrae offered to arrest Rowan if the local AFL union guy wanted to, because union guys hate wobblies. And the drunk cop. The drunk cop, yeah. The AFL guy said, no, he hasn't done anything

to deserve arrest. So the sheriff went up and grabbed Rowan and took him to jail. Sure. For disagreeing with an officer, which is illegal. Yeah. Yeah. He went, he was released an hour later and went straight back to his box to resume a speech. And then he was arrested again. Okay. He was charged with peddling without a license, denied a trial, refused postponement and sentenced to 30 days. Or he could leave town. So he left town. Wow. Okay. And he went to check out other towns because that was what he was doing. So another wobbly came the next day and opened an office in Everett. And he started selling literature. And he was trying to get a prominent wobbly lecturer to come up and speak. Sheriff McCrae

super not into it. Was he drunk? He stormed into the wobbly office and yelled, quote, that man won't be allowed to speak in Everett. I order you out of this town, get out by afternoon or you're all going to jail. McCrae was drunk. Good, good, good, good. After he went. Does he know he's a cop? Is he just on a blue out where he's just drunk and doesn't know he's a cop when he's drunk? I blew it out again. I think I arrested a bunch of guys for handing out pamphlets. I got so hammered I was a cop again. He just wakes up in the uniform like, oh no. Not again. What did I do? Hey Jimmy, was I with you last night? No, well I mean for a little bit, but then you said you were going to go have one nightcap and then you

rolled. How many guys did I arrest? A lot of guys. A lot of guys left town too because you gave them that weird option you came up with. God damn it. Yeah, super crazy drunk option that you. Did I tell you I did that to my dentist? Yeah. It's totally nuts. I got to stop drinking. Yeah. Or I got to drink more. I'm not sure. I just think I would just give her the cop uniform. I look so good in it. 20th Century Fox presents. Oh no. So after McCrae had stormed into the office, the IWW office, he went to a pool hall and just started grabbing random workers. Yo. Guys who didn't have families and then just made him get on a train and leave. What? He just deported a bunch of guys. Get the fuck

out of here. Some guy opened an office. Get out. The Wobbly organizer closed the office and went to Seattle to discuss what to do next. About 20 Wobblies then headed from Seattle to Everett with speaker James Thompson. Upon arriving, Thompson began to speak on a street platform. 15 police arrived and told him to come to the police station. So he went. And then Rowan got up and started speaking and he was arrested. And then a female Wobbly started speaking and she was arrested. And as was the next, in order, one by one they were all arrested, all 20, and then marched off. But as they were marching, Rowan somehow slipped away and ran off. So then the locals started getting up and speaking and they were getting

arrested one by one. It's kind of fun. Yeah. Hey, why not? I don't know. They seem cool. At the jail, police chief Kelly told Thompson he didn't want to lock him up and Thompson responded, that's interesting. Why have you got me here? The police chief Kelly said it was a delicate time and they didn't want him to speak now. Another time would be great. Okay. Thompson asked the chief if he believed in free speech and the chief said he did. And then asked if he was under arrest and the chief said, no. And Thompson said, quote, come to the meeting then because I'm going to go speak. The cops like, no. This is like a puzzle. I sometimes I wish I wasn't drunk for these.

Oh yeah. This isn't the drunk guy. This is the police chief. So now Rowan had gone back to the platform after he ran off and he was speaking for 30 minutes before the cops realized what he was doing. He probably ran out of steam. He was like, I didn't think I'd get this far. Then a drunk sheriff McCray came and took Rowan to the county jail and locked him up. You're a rest under. No formal charges were made against anyone. The next morning the Wobblies were all deported on a train. Okay. What? All right. They put some on a boat, but he made them pay for the boat trip. Well, I mean, as he should, it's a vacation.

The next day another Wobbly organizer arrived and opened the effort office again. And then he's just like, okay. Jesus Christ. They just keep fucking coming. They're like, Bork. Wobbly didn't get that. You fucking have blown it by not watching Star Trek. So the guy opens up the office again and then Sheriff McCray bursts in and yells, quote, you goddamn son of a bitch. Are you back here again? Get on your coat and get into that car. Sheriff McCray was drunk. Get your coat on. Yeah. Get your coat on. You might catch a little chili out there. Oh, I don't want you to catch

a cold. I'm mad, but I don't hate you. Drunk cop. He deported the Wobbly by train. All right. Well, you know the drill. Shipper train. Would you like to leave on a ship or a train? The next day another Wobbly arrived on the train, but he was met by Sheriff McCray at the depot. It's weird that a wasted cop is against Wobbling. Hey, Wobbly.

So another one arrives on the train. Sheriff McCray is at the depot. He's drunk. I mean, I'm down for you to keep saying it, but I'm just going to assume he's drunk unless you tell me he's not. I'm just reporting it like it was reported. So that's how they're reported. They're just like, yeah, he was also drunk. The Wobblies were like, he was fucking always drunk. McCray took the Wobbly was put back on the train to Seattle, and then another Wobbly came two days later, opened the Everett office and managed to keep it open for two days. And three speakers came and spoke and Rowan was released from prison after eight days and he went straight to the street and

started speaking. No arrests were made at this time because a federal mediator had been sent by the US Commissioner of Labor to oversee the situation in Everett. Now the city of Everett Commercial Club took this time to meet. It was the inner circle of Lumber Owner Control, and they came up with a plan. Oh, did they? What is that? Take the sun's power? Simple plan. That night a huge meeting of scabs, gunmen, and others were held. They dismissed a meeting with the federal mediator to hammer out a settlement and said there would be no settlement.

A mill owner asked Sheriff McCray if he could handle the situation from here on out. And McCray said yes, but he needed more deputies. Quote, swearing the members of the commercial club then, 200 men volunteered to be deputies and more sworn in. Oh my God. Be fine. Well, that is totally going to be fine. Yeah, yeah. Yep. What could go wrong?

Just, you know, no training of any. And McCray kept swearing men in. Soon there were hundreds of deputies in Everett, and they were divided into divisions each with a duty, one to keep an eye out for wobblies on trains, another to watch boats, another division for deporting them, and another for just beating them up. So wait, surely some of these deputies thought they were like, all right, yeah, I've always wanted to be a cop. Sure, I'll do it. All right. So it's basically four things we need you to do.

Either get the wobblies on a train, get them on a ship, watch for them, or beat the shit out of them. Yes, in the back. I want to beat them up. I like beating up guys. You're here in the right place. You're going to be beating them up. Yeah. Guys, if any of them gets on a soapbox, take the box and then beat the shit out of them. Okay. Now again, really, it's like getting rid of a stain, except it's a person. Okay. You identify that there is a stain, you take action, and then you put it on a train.

Yes, in the back again. I heard if you hit them, they weeble and they wobble, but they don't fall down. It is true their base is made of sand. Also, I'm shit-faced. I should, I am black out drunk. I'm shit-faced. That's fine to do here, guys. I don't remember these interactions. Like the Momenno guy. Momen-men-men-mom. Memento? I feel like my breath is fine. I don't want. It's curious. Now, some lawyers at this took this time to drop out of the commercial club. Their names

were then listed on the bulletin board to boycott. People were forced to now choose between the two sides. Businesses who did not have mortgages or weren't dependent on our owners put up signs that read, we are not members of the commercial club. While the commercial club used their money to buy black jacks, leaded clubs, guns, ammunition, higher detectives, labor spies, and quote, agents provocateur. Good. Good, good, good. And what's the last one? Agents provocateur? I think that's a...

Cologne. Is it not? It's definitely a fragrance. I thought it was like a lingerie, isn't it like a lingerie store in L.A.? What is it called? Is it a lingerie store? Yeah. Fuck yeah it is. All right.

Or a clone weirdo. So anyway, I guess they brought in a bunch of people who sold lingerie. And I know all the big lingerie stores in L.A., to be fair, all of them. That's where I eat my lunch. Morning Kathy. Gareth. How are you? All right.

So... You just sit in like one of the racks like when you were a kid and you'd hide. All right. I'm just going to go eat a crustless PB&J inside of that rack. Thank you. I must have knotted off. Are you guys closing up? I am wiped. I just would love it for there to be a guy that lived in a lingerie store. Oh yeah. And they don't know. We think a guy lives here. He's very good.

So where are we? Seattle. Right. Nice try. So the federal mediator leaves. He's like, I can't do anything. I'm deporting myself. You guys are all fucked. I got to get out of here.

The next day union speakers were again being arrested but now they were being severely beaten and held in the jail. A wobbly was sent from Seattle to hire a lawyer to get the prisoners out and he was arrested and driven to a desolate country road by McCray and told to walk to Seattle. Okay, so things are changing. Yeah, now they're walking. Now it's walking. I was told there'd be a train or a ship.

No. No more luxury. Walk. Give me your shoes. Dude, walk on your hands. Sheriff McCray then kicked him in the nuts. Interesting. Walk.

Now walk, motherfucker. Yeah. And you're going to have a tummy ache. Just get out of here, boys. The wobbly quote developed a severe rupture. Oh, Jesus. Oh, show's over. Show's over.

Thanks for coming out, guys. Severe rupture. It's going to be hard to walk. He did, though. He walked. My ball popped. Go. He went to Seattle and explained what happened.

I want to be a deputy. And then turned around and went straight back to Everett, because these guys are fucking badass beyond words. Let's... Wobblies are fucking badass. A group of wobblies took a train to a town four miles north of Everett, because they're going to do a sneaky end around, and then they got on a ship named the Wanderer. So they're going to come in from the tippity top and whoop.

Sure. You're not the captain of the vessel, right? That sounds a little vague. I'm a ship expert. I'm going to go around the tippity top and go whoop, and then we're there. Then it's luggage and dinner, guys. Gentlemen, I got a plan. We're going to skippity-doo-doo, frown down from the tippity top.

And hopefully we don't run into any... All right, let's move. Oh, boy, you see what I'm seeing? Dun-un. We got one. When they were a mile away from Everett, they saw the tugboat Edison coming towards them. On board...

We're fancy! On board was Sheriff McCray and six deputies. Oh, no. And when they were 200 yards away, they just started shooting. Oh, shit. The captain said a bullet just missed his head. McCray yelled at the captain, quote, you son of a bitch, you come over here. All right, take that, bullets.

The captain yelled back, you come over here. Hold on, let me see if I can. He's had to go over there. I don't know what he's saying. I don't know. I'm not... What do you guys have over there to eat? Butter.

That's it. That's how you tell who was here in the first show. First show was about butter. So if you didn't come to the first show, that's your fault. So the Edison pulled up alongside and McCray took them all off the boat and he pistol whipped the captain and then kicked him in the nuts. Sheriff McCray was drunk. He said the captain was bringing people into Everett to riot and the captain said he was

a union man and McCray yelled, quote, you shut your damn head. Or I will... Shut your damn head? What? You shut... He's drunk. Shut your head. He doesn't...

He doesn't know how mouths work. He's like... No, he's... That goddamn thing in your head! Shut it! He's just sick. He's also probably just... At this point, he's told them to shut their mouths so many times that he's like, that's

not working. Shut your whole head. He said, shut your trap, shut the head. You shut your damn head or I will knock it clean off. Shut your head or I'll knock your head off. This guy doesn't know how heads work. I'm gonna eat your head. Stop saying things.

McCray then went about beating the Wobblies with his pistol and took all 21 to the Everett jail. No charges were filed. The Wobblies were beaten again in jail. One young Wobbly was repeatedly asked, quote, are you an IWW? And each time he said yes, he was smashed against the steel walls. He was a mess, but he would not stop saying he was a Wobbly. Yeah, all right.

There were no bunks, no blankets, and they slept on the bare cold floor. Or what Lumberjack's called luxury. I slept on a bed made out of skin. What? Fleas carried me out once. Have you ever seen a cartoon? I was one. They were singing flea songs.

Shut up. So then Rowan came back to Everett, and he was arrested as he got off the train. There are now 40 Wobblies being held in Everett without charges, and they were beaten daily. Kray then took Rowan out to the country, and on his way he told Rowan he was not happy, because Rowan had been telling the citizens of Everett that the jail was lousy. Oh, wow, I mean, you hurt my feelings. Can you know that? I was fine with all this stuff till you said the jail stunk.

You know how hard it is to maintain a jail? Kray was drunk. But Kray drove to a country road and told Rowan to walk back to Seattle. No beating. Surprised. He started walking, but only made it 75 yards when a dozen men wearing handkerchiefs over their faces attacked him. They beat him with clubs and the butts of their guns and put a bag over his head.

That's never... Not good. When you get a bag over your head, it's a bag. You got a bag feeling about this one? They held him down over a log, stripped his shirt off, and hit him with a whip over 50 times. Then they let him go. Have a good walk.

I don't know if you call that letting go. I think that's then they stopped. He walked to Seattle. How fucking far is... Is it like a days walk that we're talking about? So he walks back to Seattle where he's like, fucking check this shit out and starts showing it off and they take pictures and then they just distribute the photo to fucking everyone in Seattle.

Oh boy. Now the plan to scare off the union fires had backfired. Now more Seattle union men decided to head to Everett. Yeah. It's a lot of boxes. Seattle's out of boxes. The Seattle Free Speech Committee came to Everett. The first wobbly stood on a box at 7.30 p.m. on a Monday, 3,000 people gathered.

He spoke for 35 minutes and then 150 deputies arrived and the speaker was arrested. As soon as he was taken another wobbly got up in the box and started speaking. He told the now angry crowd to calm down and then he was pulled off the box, clubbed and taken away. Both men were taken to the jail steps by a drunk deputy where a group of 50 deputies beat them. One yelled, quote, do anything but don't kill them. That's a lot of stuff.

Yeah. It's a lot. I'd be like, can you give us a focus? So there's wiggle room. Just don't let them die. One of the wobblies... Can we paint them? No.

No. No. Can I put a rainbow on them? A rainbow on them? Like a paint them or paint a rainbow on them? No. Beat them. Beat them.

Sorry. Beat them. Well, now it's a bummer because now you're like, like you were like open wide whatever and now you're like... I was going to be best friends with one of your guys. All right. We'll kill them. No.

Don't kill them. No. Do not kill them. So they beat him. One guy got away and they chased him in a car and then beat him unconscious. It's going to get worse. Oh, what? So back at the meeting, another wobbly guy got on the box, the box, whatever, and started

speaking. He was like, Tom Rads and he was hit. Anyone who got on the box now was beaten. The deputies all put on white bandanas around their neck so they could tell each other apart and then they started going wild, clubbing men, women, and even hitting an eight-year-old girl in the head. But to be fair, she's fucking eight at this point, so she's basically like a 40-year-old dude now.

Just happened. Your aunt's here. I think someone was like, you can't call an eight-year-old girl a man. Comedy's fun. So someone saw McCray kicking an eight-year-old boy who was in his path. McCray was said to be drunk, a deputy beat up the music school teacher. No more teaching, brass. What?

Hit his cymbals. Miss Louise McGuire was knocked into the gutter. A union man was brought into the jail, was beaten bloody on the steps by a man named Ryan who had previously been fired from the department for drinking, but now is a deputy man. Yeah. It's quite a turnaround. He was drunk.

Yeah. And the cool thing is I can be drunk now. It's like encouraged. McCray arrived to the jail and told the wobbly he could leave, but to not go out the front door because, quote, if you go out there, they'll kill you. So McCray had him go out the back door. Uh-oh. And the wobbly said, quote, and I seen, I guess, 150 or maybe 200.

I didn't have the time to count them right out the back of the jail, lined up in lines on either side, and I had to run between them and come out the other end. They banged me on the head with clubs and all over. I looked bad and felt worse. I had blue marks on my shoulders and on my hips and on my knees. Several wobblies had to run the gauntlet. Witnesses said Officer Daniels would shoot at them as they ran away. But he was drunk, so he missed with every shot.

Good. This is a gauntlet. Who does a gauntlet? That's insane. Yeah. I mean, that's, yeah. The lumber companies had passed a law preventing people from speaking on this specific corner that the wobblies kept speaking on.

Well, that's very specific. Take that, motherfucker. Where are you going to go now? Uh, just, I guess, what do you call it, uh, kitty corner? You call it kitty corner? Uh, we're going to go over there, so. Uh, okay. It was a good, uh, try.

Shit. Um, so on September 20th, the meeting was held in the public park between 15 and 15,000 people showed up this time. Wow. They listened to wobbly socialists, union leaders, and other citizens. The commercial club in McRae did absolutely nothing. Instead, the sheriff turns the attention to workers on the outskirts of town who were passing through.

Wait. Yeah, now he's just like, fuck it, let's just go beat up some, now it's like they're just hunting. They're going to go, let's go get some workers or. They're organized. Let's find another bunch of weirdos. Come on, we got a good buzz going. Let's get some people on ships.

Um, migrating workers are pull off trains, beaten, robbed, and made to leave. They started calling beating the travel migrants quote, slugging parties. Oh, what the fuck? Jesus Christ. Everett's actually worse, now. Uh, some aren't laughing. No, there's some people who are like, I live in Everett and you're like, whoa, sorry, how many people live in Everett?

I'm glad you're alive. The slugging parties were attended by the top citizens of Everett, the mayor. Oh, hello. I'm called my monocle. Uh, an ex-governor of Minnesota who had moved here, Jesse Ventura. A military captain, bankers, and other pillars of the community. Oh, what? I mean, oh my God, you can just imagine.

Come on, we're going to go beat them. We're allowed. We're rich. We have money, we get to beat the poor. This only, for some reason, increased membership in the Wobblies. Weird. Yeah, it's weird how that worked. On August 30th, 41 Wobblies took a boat to Everett.

They were met at the dock by a couple hundred drunk deputies wearing white bandanas. I mean, are they deput- condom deputies seems a little much at this point. Like, they're like, they're just wearing white bandanas. No, it's like a bunch of my dad. And their shit face, yeah. Yeah. It's like my dad in Ascot's. Yeah.

We're a gang, oh boy. Some of the deputies were so drunk they could barely stand up. Oh, that won't be a problem. Uh, when the Wobblies got off the ship, they were clubbed with gun butts and batons, McCray bloody to man's face. One drunk deputy hit a man and McCray joined in. They kept beating him until their fellow deputies started screaming and pointed out they were beating another deputy.

Take that, Wobbly. That's Chad. Oh, shit. Chad. I thought you was a Wobbly. He's Wobbly now. Chad is now a Wobbly. Oh, man.

Well, Chad, good luck with poverty. You go, Chad, it's a pine cone. The Wobblies were loaded onto trucks, taken to a country road, and made to run a gauntlet. I fucking love the gauntlets. It is amazing to listen to, like, the tactical shifts in ways to suppress, like, get out. All right, now you've got to go through the spanking machine, like, just, like, what will make you stop? Okay, ready?

Oh, no. A quarter mile away at the Ketchum house, the family heard the cries of the wounded men. The Ketchum brothers decided to investigate, quote, the deputies were formed in two lines. A man would be taken out of a car, and two deputies would join his arms up behind him, meanwhile hammering his unprotected face, from both sides, as hard as they could, with their fists. Then the man was started down the line, deputies striking with clubs and other weapons and

kicking the prisoner as he progressed. Just before reaching the cattle guard, he was made to run in crossing the blades. The three men on the east side of the track would swing their clubs upon his back while the men on the west clubbed him across the face. This was repeated with the men as fast as they were dragged from the autos. They also heard the sound of blows and the cries of, quote, oh my god, doc, don't hit me again, doc, because one of them was a doctor. Stethoscope gave him away.

Like that feels like it's a great, again, with the Hippocratic oath, you're not supposed to be part of a gauntlet. I don't think that specific language is in there, though. Or it wasn't. Boy, that's crazy. Lou Ketchum took a deputy by the coattails and asked, what are you doing? What is going on here? The deputy replied, we're beating up 41, why W.W.'s?

The super drunk deputy, who had beaten one of his own with McCray, shouted, quote, let's burn him. Oh, boy. That guy's really drunk. Yeah, hopefully. Others started screaming, let's hang him. McCray then said, quote, it's like the Pee Wee tequila bar. I don't know what that is.

I say, we let him go. It might be a deep cut. McCray then said, quote, if you fellows come back, some of you will die, and that's all there is to it. All the men had severe wounds. The site was so gruesome, one of the deputies threw up. Don't fuck, I can't believe I did that. You should see your face.

Also all that alcohol in the mix isn't going to help. The injured med pooled their money together and put the eight most seriously injured on a train. The rest walked. One of the Wobblies said McCray told him if he returned, he'd fill him up with holes. The Wobblies said he had a right to free speech, and McCray responded, quote, to hell with free speech. Now, you're in the Constitution, you're now in Snohomish.

Good night, everybody. So proud. You're now in Snohomish County, and we are running the country. Bold. I mean, he took it wide. Bold. He opened it up. Yeah.

Could have started with state. Yeah. Went big though. Went all the way. You in here? Yeah. We conquered Europe last night. Stupid assholes.

Yeah, fuck you, South. Yeah. The next day, the Ketchum brothers saw some of the deputies worried and looking around the grounds. They went up in the, and the deputies asked if any of the Wobblies had been found, you know, lying around. And the Ketchum brothers said, no, they had not killed anyone. The blood, the grass was soaked with blood, and they were blood-soaked hats, obviously.

Word of the attack was out in Everett. Deputies lost friends overnight. A mass meeting was called. Local church leaders joined in. November 5th was set. It would be on a Sunday. Word went out all over the Northwest for Wobblies to come. The commercial club responded to the meeting by doubling down.

Backjacks, revolvers, and high-powered rifles were gathered. It feels like commercial clubs were a little light before they should be called. No, not at all. More deputies took the oath. Two days before the meeting. They were just rushing them in. Let's go. Put your hand on it.

Do you go? Yeah. Do you go? Yeah. Hand on it. Do you move? Let's go. Hi, I'm drunk.

Yes, go. Great. Go, go, go. Put your hand on it anymore. Move, move, move, move. Two days before the meeting, McCrae stormed into the Wobblies Hall in Everett. He was drunk. One of them asked if he believed in unions, and McCrae said, quote,

Oh, what? Yes. Okay. Of course I do. Yeah, obviously. Yes. I belong to the shingle weavers at one time, but when the shingle weavers went out on strike, I donated $25 to the strike fund, and they gave me a rotten deal and sent the check back

to me. Oh, this. But that's good. That's nice. But his little, it's just his little heart was hurt. Yes. His little heart, he wanted. His heart was hurt.

He wanted. And so now he says to hell with shingle weavers and the rest of the unions. Oh, the little baby boy, he just, oh, I mean, I know he's been a violent drunk pig. We found, we found what happened to the little fella. Yeah, no, like a shrink would just be like, Oh, right there. Boom. Okay. Yeah.

That's, uh, say no more. That's why you're the worst right there. You're the worst because of that. The Wobblies hired a passenger ship for the trip to the meeting, 250 boarded. They sang songs as they crossed the sound at, uh, one PM in Everett, the mill whistles blue, outpoured deputies and scabs armed with clubs, revolvers, rifle, clubs, revolvers, rifles and shotguns. Everett citizens were removed from the dock.

Men were waiting armed with guns on the tugboat Edison and lined up in warehouses. McCray and a National Guard Lieutenant were in charge. Sacks of potatoes were used as barricades. Sure. Obviously. Well, I mean, why not? Yeah, that makes, as the ship pulled up to the city dock, McCray yelled quote, who is your leader?

And everyone on the boat yelled back, we are all leaders. Well, normal wobbly response. Yeah. That was one of their things. Oh great. They had a rehearsal. We didn't rehearse anything. Are you fuckers?

Are you fuckers going to dance? Hey, hey, hey, when, if they ask who our leader is, I'll say me. Okay. I want to confuse them. So they yell, we are all leaders. McCray pulled his gun and said they could not land and a wobbly yield back to the hell we can't. Okay.

And then the shooting started. Hugo Gerlot had climbed at the ship's flagpole to wave at people as the boat came in. He fell lifeless to the deck. Oscar Carlson threw himself on the deck where he was shot several times. Ed Roth took a bullet to the abdomen and collapsed. All the wobblies then ran to the other side of the ship, which almost capsized it. The only thing that kept it from capsizing was the rope that was tied up. Wow.

People lost their footing due to the blood on the deck and fell overboard. That's a lot of blood. The deputies shot at them as they swam. Those men were all shot except for one. The water turned red. Joe Galanzo was shot in the hip, back and knee. Harry Parker was shot in his back. Felix Barron took a bullet to the stomach.

All the wobblies were now laying on the deck and the deputies were just firing away. The scabs on the tugboat Verona started shooting. The National Guard Lieutenant fell dead, shot by one of his own. One deputy pointed his gun around the corner of a building and without being able to see, just emptied it. Jesus. He hit the very drunk deputy beard who died. I mean, I'm fine with that one.

McCray fell to his knees after being hit in the steel jacket he was wearing. My jacket. It's hit. He yelled out, quote, ooh, I'm hit. I'm hit. I'm hit. Ooh. Was he the dough boy?

Ooh. Ooh. No. In one warehouse, the drunk deputies started going crazy shooting and running around in all directions. There were bullet holes in the floor and high up on the wall. One deputy ran out yelling, quote, they've gone crazy in there. They're shooting every which way they shot me in the ear.

Yeah, they've gone crazy. Yeah. Why? On the ship, John Looney was killed by a bullet as he lay on the deck, a piece of wood shattered by a bullet pierced one of his eyes. The owner of a non-union plumbing business stood repeatedly shooting a shotgun at the wobblies on the deck. They were now piled four or five deep.

Ten deputies just stood and fired shot after shot into them. One young wobbly covered in blood from several wounds jumped up and said, my God, I can't take this any longer and left over the side of the boat Sancom was never seen again. This was all being watched by the townspeople up on a hillside. Men were vomiting. Women came rushing down to try to stop the murder but were stopped. So were the men who tried to launch rescue boats. The shooting continued.

Abraham Rabinowitz tried to stand, a bullet tore off the back of his head. Gus Johnson, knowing he was mortally wounded, finished singing the union song they had been singing when they pulled up. How about that fucking? That's impressive. He yelled at his fellow wobblies to cheer when he was done. Wow. I gotta be honest, Jimmy, I'm not feeling it right now.

I said where to go. I mean, I think that's unbelievable. I said where to go. I'm feeling, I'm a little bit bummed out. I'm an underreactor, I told you that. I'm not somebody who freaks out over stuff. Can we sing parasites in the country then? Are you dying?

I'm bleeding out from 9, 10. Cause I just saw you holding a setlist, how many are you doing? I'm bleeding from all, all these. Okay, wow. There it is, a little fucking spirit. I think it's amazing, I really do. Oh god, the back of my head. The shooting went on for 10 minutes.

The Verona finally managed to pull away. Deputies fired again and again as long as the boat was within range. Harry Golden was the last hit in the leg, which was later amputated, and then the Verona headed back to Seattle. How was the trip, guys? Well, the journey was two and a half hours back, clothes were torn off those who were not hurt to help the wounded, and the few men who were armed through their guns overbore. In Seattle, the police were waiting for them.

Four dead were taken off first, then the 31 wounded were taken to the hospital, those who were not injured were arrested. No one's like, what? Yeah, have you guys not heard of America? Felix Baron died of his wounds at the hospital, no one knows how many were lost in the water. The five whose bodies had been recovered were Felix Baron, Hugo Merlot, Gustav Johnson, John Loney, Abraham Rabinowitz. Back in Everett, the deputies carried the bodies of the lieutenant and deputy Beard

as thousands of citizens booed, hissed, and yelled at them. Two hours after the massacre, three wobbly men, with the hugest balls of all time, took to the corner and started making speeches. Oh, my God. Oh, dude. The fucking, I mean, just as McRae was just pouring like a whiskey, it was like, well, fine. Oh, my God.

They're like bedbugs. He's like, oh. The three were arrested. In jail, Mayor Merrill beat one. His hands were placed under the legs of an iron cell bed, and the mayor jumped up and down, mangling his hands. The mayor then smashed his head against the cement several times. 500 deputies patrolled the streets of Everett that night, worried about revenge and rioting.

The violence turned out to not win the people of Everett over. Interesting. It is weird, right? They don't like red water? I don't. A reporter wrote, quote, the temper of the people is dangerous. Nothing but curses for the commercial club was heard. Men and women, who ordinarily are a lot of biting, were heard using the most vitriolic

language and loudly sympathizing with the IWW. I heard a gray-haired woman, mothers and wives, openly hoping the wobblies would come back and clean up. Nice. Yeah. Yeah. The next morning, the mayor came to the shingle-weavers' picket line, armed with a rifle, and told the weavers to scatter because snipers may pick them off.

He said he would defend them with his life. Wait. Yep. The mayor then went on a soapbox and spoke, saying he was not responsible, and it was all McCray's fault. Oh, well, okay. All right. So we had a halftime.

Okay. I was like, wait, what? Okay. He's jumping shit. It turns out he's a politician. Right. I can't believe what he did. The governor came... What?

You're drunk. Beyond reason. You're a deputy. Yeah. The governor came and met with the mill owners and officials, but not the workers. A coroner's journey quickly concluded the lieutenant and deputy beard had been killed by, quote, gunshot wounds inflicted by a riotous mob on the steamer Verona. Okay.

The old boat riot. Yeah. Nothing more dangerous than a boat that pulls up of rioters. Yeah. What else does it show? Like, how 100% you have to be if you're the coroner, because you'd just be like bullets. But instead, you're like, bullets from there. They did it.

Yeah. Them. People who swore the first shots came from the dock were not allowed to testify. The Seattle Central Labor Council declared the inquest fraudulent. The shingle weavers returned to their jobs. They were told it was the only way to relieve the tension in the city. Yeah. No.

Get back boys. Yeah. Fingers off. We won. Mayor Gill of Seattle had blankets and tobacco delivered to the men in jail. He was criticized by people in Everett for allowing the IWW to set sail. So Gill called out McCray and said the men on the dock were cowards and murderers. He said anyone going to Everett should arm themselves.

In the prison in Seattle, the Wobblies were led by a whole and a finger would come out and point at the ones who should be held. Later in court, they would learn the finger belonged to George Reese, a wobbly. Turned out George Reese had a long history of starting fights with scabs, getting riots going, setting fires and other violence, and never ever being arrested with his fellow Wobblies. George Reese was also on the Verona and he was armed. Seventy-four men were charged with first degree murder and sent to Everett.

One guy said he should be charged too. So he paid his way up to Everett and demanded to be arrested. What? This guy. The Wobblies are like, I'm staying together. And it's the fucking stupidest thing ever. It's going to cost me a lot to get to jail, but I got to do it. Apparently it was super awkward when he showed up, they're all like, okay.

Was it stupid? Should I not have done this? I feel like I broke up the vibe. What was going on? Were you guys talking about me before I got arrested? Before I paid to get arrested? I can go. I just, I mean, I...

They arrested him. My WWE leader, Thomas Tracy, was the first to face trial. The trial lasted two months. Two well-known lawyers defended Tracy. Tons of testimony and evidence showed the shooting was planned by the deputies. McCray took the stand and detailed the brutality he inflicted. It was noted that McCray was sober. Oh, okay.

Oh, fuck it. Whoa. Whoa. Who is this guy? Your Honor, I don't remember the last 10 years. Apparently I hate unions and killed a bunch of people. Awkward. I'm a cop, I guess.

How long have I been a cop? Oh my God, I took the police test drunk. So McCray takes a stand and he just fucking doesn't give a shit. He's asked if he struck the captain of the wanderer over the head with the butt of his gun and McCray replied, quote, certainly did. Next. He was asked if any blood flowed and he said, a little, not much. Not enough to bring any sympathy in you?

Nah. What's for lunch? It turns out I'm more sober. A picture of a little Joe Pesci character up there. Now, yeah. In court, George Reece was proven to have been employed by the Pinkerton Agency. They're good guys, Pinkerton. All the deaths and injuries of the deputies were determined to have been from friendly

fire. Thomas Tracy was acquitted in May, 1917. Friendly fire, I mean, and that's very, I don't know. The deputies. Yeah, I understand. But like, you're normally, it just seems like it's really hard to miscommunicate in that situation that much to be killing that many of your own men. Well, they just killed two.

Yeah, but still, to be like, not know enough, friendly fire to me is normally like, oh, we thought you were someone else. They're like right next to each other, just firing at each other. Well, they were drunk. Yeah. And so, yeah, I don't even think you'd call that friendly fire. No, it should be called drunk fire. Yeah, that's just drunk fire.

Your honor, we have concluded that the deputies were fucking shitfaced. So guilty. So he's acquitted the publicity from the trial made the public sympathetic hugely to the wobblies. And after Tracy's trial, none of the others were brought to trial. The IWW officially listed five Dan with 27 wounded, although it's speculated that as many as 12 wobblies were killed, wobblies would gain in strength of the union and then slowly be crushed.

The IWW, sorry, World War I and other things did them in. That's obviously tale for another time. But yeah, that's what happened in Everett. So, we'll get back there. How many of you work for Amazon? How many of you work in an Amazon warehouse? One. The reason there's not a lot of people from an Amazon warehouse is because they're like

the fucking city of Everett in 1915 in the warehouses. And they can't afford anything. Most of them are on food stamps and they work for Jeff Bezos who makes as much money as they would make in their life in a second. So this is coming again. It just is, it can't be any other way because these guys are such fucking scumbags and making so much money and crushing people's lives. This is coming again.

And wouldn't it be great if the Amazon guys all joined up with the fucking IWW? Anyway. It's good to have something look forward to then. No, but even when you're reading that, I think you, yeah, it just doesn't seem that crazy. Right. They literally slaughtered men because of a little bit of money. Like that's what it comes down to. It's just a little bit of money they wanted to make.

They didn't want to give a little bit of a raise. So they just slaughtered people. Anyway, enjoy your country. I think it's going great. Got a good feeling. Got a good feeling. At least we don't have a gun problem. We have a gun solution.

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