The Article:<\/strong> The Truth About Jena: Why America\u2019s black-and-white narratives about race don\u2019t reflect reality<\/em><\/a> by Amy Waldman in the Atlantic.<\/p>\n

The Text:<\/strong> In the fall of 2006, Mychal Bell was a football hero, and his hometown, Jena, Louisiana, loved him for it. As his high-school team posted its best season in six years, Bell scored 21 touchdowns, rushed for 1,006 yards, and was named player of the week three times by The Jena Times. The paper celebrated his triumphs in articles and photographs, including a dramatic one in which Bell, who\u2019s black, stiff-arms a white defender by clutching his face guard. But within weeks after the season\u2019s end, Bell was transformed into a villain, accused of knocking out a white student, Justin Barker, who was then beaten by a group of black students. The parish\u2019s white district attorney charged Bell and five others with attempted second-degree murder. Six months later\u2014after the DA had reduced the charges against Bell\u2014a white jury convicted him, as an adult, of aggravated second-degree battery, a crime that carried a possible 22-year prison sentence. By then, he, along with his co-defendants, had been transformed yet again: together, they\u2019d been dubbed the Jena Six and had become icons of a 21st-century civil-rights movement.<\/p>\n

That movement swelled through an electronic underground of blogs and black radio and Web sites, then burst into the national spotlight. On September 20, 2007, it culminated in a protest march that drew some 20,000 people to Jena, a town of roughly 3,000. The movement\u2019s grievance wasn\u2019t just the severe treatment of the Jena Six, but the light treatment of white youths who\u2019d been in fights or hung nooses on a school tree\u2014the \u201cwhite tree\u201d\u2014after a black student asked if he could sit under it. Together, the galvanizing facts tapped into a larger ache: the record incarceration of African American males\u2014the shift \u201cfrom plantations to penitentiaries,\u201d as the Reverend Al Sharpton put it at the protest. All of the frustration at the disproportionate imprisonment of black men seemed to find its way to Jena, as if here, at last, in a small town\u2019s idea of justice, was an explanation. At home and around the world, the media found answers in the black-and-white clarity of Race Hate in America, as the British Broadcasting Corporation called an early documentary.<\/p>\n

But soon the simple narrative began to fray. For every fact, a countervailing one emerged. Blacks had sometimes sat under the \u201cwhite tree.\u201d Justin Barker had not been involved in the noose-hanging or in the interracial fights that had occurred over the weekend before he was attacked. Mychal Bell, described in news reports as an \u201chonor student,\u201d turned out to have racked up, along with good grades, at least four previous juvenile offenses. He was said to be living with a white friend, suggesting that black-white relations in Jena were more complex than people assumed, and so on. Skeptics seized on each such revelation to argue that the case was more about black criminality than white racism\u2014a manufactured racial drama \u00e0 la Tawana Brawley (with Sharpton once again playing a role) or the Duke rape case.<\/p>\n

Neither version was correct\u2014and both were. The reality was complex enough that people could assemble a story line, buffet-style, to suit their outlook. The proliferation of media outlets made this even easier. New \u201cfacts\u201d popped up everywhere. The Nationalist Movement, a white-supremacist (\u201cpro-majority\u201d) group, ran interviews on its Web site with the victim and the town mayor, providing ammunition for those seeking to prove the town\u2019s racism. On MySpace, a picture appeared of one of the Jena Six posing with $100 bills coming out of his mouth, providing ammunition for those who said the families were milking the cause for money. Anonymous readers posted the arrest record of Mychal Bell\u2019s mother, and other allegations about the family, in an online forum of The Town Talk, a daily newspaper based in nearby Alexandria. It was Wikinews with no mechanism for achieving consensus on the truth\u2014making it maybe the truest version of all.<\/p>\n

Even as events refused to cohere into a sensible whole, activists, reporters, and participants kept trying to package them into a recognizable story line. Bell was used to affirm white racism or black thuggery, as two-dimensional as a Kara Walker silhouette but without the artist\u2019s irony. J. Reed Walters, the white district attorney, devolved into caricature, as did Jena itself. The pieces didn\u2019t add up to real people or a real place, and that argued for checking the math.<\/p>\n

Along with football, church, and hunting, the most popular pastimes among young Jena residents include \u201clooping\u201d\u2014driving up and back the length of the town, which sprawls along Highway 84 in central Louisiana. After a day or two in Jena, where I went a month after the marchers and other reporters had left, I took to looping myself, past Maw and Paw\u2019s and the Caboose Caf\u00e9, past Blade-N-Barrel and the town hall, past Papa Ron\u2019s Drive-Thru convenience store and Gracie\u2019s Hair and Tanning Salon, past church after church after church. As I did, I noticed that most of the areas where blacks live are outside the official town limits. As it turned out, all of the Jena Six lived outside of Jena.<\/p>\n

I found Melissa Bell, the 38-year-old mother of Mychal Bell, in one such black neighborhood, \u201cThe Quarters,\u201d in the trailer she and her children have called home for the past four years. On an unseasonably cold day, she lay huddled beneath a blanket on her couch, with a space heater plugged in, the oven on and open, and four gas burners flaming blue into the darkness.<\/p>\n

Until her son\u2019s arrest, Melissa Bell\u2019s life had been both prosaic and emblematic. Her father was imprisoned when she was 16. She graduated from Jena High and at 20, after half a year of college, gave birth to Mychal. She had a daughter and another son and by 23 was largely on her own with three children, working nights and relying on her mother\u2019s help. She and Mychal\u2019s father, Marcus Jones, were never a couple, Jones told me; and when Mychal was little, she took Jones to court for child support. In 2000, when Mychal was 10, Jones decamped for Dallas, returning only for intermittent visits until 2007, when he came to free the son he\u2019d left behind. \u201cHe has not been there,\u201d said Anthony Jackson, a teacher at Jena High who is related to Marcus Jones. \u201cThe mother has had the responsibility of raising Mychal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Melissa Bell worked a series of low-wage jobs\u2014at a hospital, Burger Barn, Procter and Gamble\u2014and had her own run-ins with the law, including a stream of bounced checks, for amounts as small as $4, in 2005. To her son, she was more friend than limit-setter, according to Mychal\u2019s best friend, John McPherson. And she was often at work. At 16, Bell was coming into manhood on his own. By the first semester of his junior year, he was spending most of his time with McPherson and his wife in their nearby trailer. McPherson, an oil-field worker, is white\u2014a fact that defenders of the town have made much of\u2014but for him, race was irrelevant. He bonded with Mychal over football and became a mentor to him. \u201cI just knew he needed somebody to give him a break,\u201d says McPherson, who is now 20.<\/p>\n

Given the poverty of Bell\u2019s background, the odds were against him: black men in Louisiana are five times as likely to go to prison as to college; in LaSalle Parish, they are incarcerated at twice their proportion in the population. But Bell\u2019s athletic gift gave him a shot at a college scholarship. He combined a knack for the game with the work ethic to make it look easy. After the team watched a game film together, Mychal would borrow it to study more. When opponents lined up, he knew exactly what they were going to run, Mack Fowler, his former coach, says: \u201cHe was like a coach on the field\u201d\u2014a leader. As a junior, Bell was already one of the 10 best players Fowler had seen in a 34-year career.<\/p>\n

The erratic, and occasionally embarrassing, performance of Jena High\u2019s football team has never diminished the town\u2019s devotion. Schools love to play Jena because of its \u201cgates\u201d\u2014so many townspeople turn out. The Wal-Mart Supercenter sells Jena Giants clothing, and local businesses sponsor the player of the week and plaster the playing field with ads, making the games profitable for the school, too. Bell was a draw, which helps explain why, when he began to get in trouble\u2014to be trouble\u2014so many adults looked the other way. Or as his father put it, \u201cHe couldn\u2019t have been too bad\u2014I mean, y\u2019all didn\u2019t prosecute him all this time here.\u201d<\/p>\n

In the year leading up to the attack on Barker, Bell had punched a girl, physically assaulted a man, and committed two acts of vandalism\u2014four offenses he was found guilty of in juvenile court. (His father called it \u201ckid stuff\u201d and complained about \u201cUncle Toms\u201d running to whites at the courthouse.) Fowler, a jowly white man of 56 who says he was \u201clike a granddaddy\u201d to his players, told me of other incidents that he had heard about involving the crowd Bell ran with, which included some of the Jena Six. In the summer of 2006, for example, that crowd had attacked a black ex-convict who had himself once been feared in the neighborhood.<\/p>\n

As a child, Bell was \u201cscared of everything,\u201d his mother says\u2014fire engines, police sirens. But as he grew up, his temper began to scare others. \u201cHe was hotheaded a lot\u2014that was his only flaw, I believe,\u201d McPherson says, along with \u201changing out with the wrong people.\u201d Bell also had a father who believed that no slight should go unanswered\u2014that if you were in the right, as Jones put it, \u201cyou have the right to be a man.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bell\u2019s volatility became evident in dramatic fashion when he assaulted a female student, LaTara Hart, on Christmas Day, 2005. She got in the middle of Bell\u2019s long-running dispute with her cousin, and ended up at the hospital with injuries\u2014to her eye, jaw, and chest\u2014that her family describes as more serious than Justin Barker\u2019s.<\/p>\n

Like John McPherson, LaTara Hart has become ammunition in the information wars, used, in her case, by those seeking to prove that Bell was violent. She has no interest in playing that role, she said when I found her at her family\u2019s comfortable brick house on a weekend back from college. (While Hart had been anonymously, and inaccurately, described in Web accounts, this was the first time she had spoken on the record.) In a community so small that, as Marcus Jones puts it, \u201cif you burp you can hear it all over town\u201d (perhaps on the police scanners that many residents have in their homes), the families are connected: Jones was best man at LaTara\u2019s parents\u2019 wedding. Partly for that reason, the Harts did not press for anything more serious than probation and an apology. LaTara and her mother forgave Bell, although her father has not. (His initial reaction to Bell\u2019s arrest in the Barker case was \u201cThey ought to lock him up forever.\u201d) Anlynne Hart, like her daughter, joined the protests against the charging of the Jena Six, but she also believes the whole drama need never have come to pass. \u201cThe boy had a history of getting in trouble,\u201d she says, and it should have been reckoned with. At the time he punched LaTara, he seemed to be going through something, \u201cjust butting heads\u201d with everyone. The coaches and school officials had to know, she says, because other players told them: \u201cThey wanted the child to bring them their touchdowns\u2014and that\u2019s not fair.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bell\u2019s legal troubles never cost him a game. Nor did the problems he began to have in school during the fall of 2006, when his grade-point average, which had been above 3.0, slipped substantially. According to Fowler, Bell and another member of the Jena Six were written up so often that school officials asked the school board whether there was a policy on excessive infractions. There wasn\u2019t. The coach said that if necessary, Bell should be sent to an alternative school. He wasn\u2019t. The assistant principal was \u201csports-minded, you know, so he didn\u2019t want to disrupt,\u201d Fowler says. \u201cAnd we finished 7 and 3 and barely missed the playoffs. But you look back and wonder\u2014well. But [Bell] was never nothing but \u2018Yes sir, no sir\u2019 around us.\u201d Still, Fowler knew enough to warn Bell that if he didn\u2019t watch out, the streets would \u201cwhup\u201d him and he would end up with nothing.<\/p>\n

That Bell failed to heed that warning is perhaps understandable. As a football star, he seemed to have found the loophole in his father\u2019s lesson that a black man can\u2019t get a break. No wonder he didn\u2019t see that punching a white boy at school could change the rules. \u201cThis is Jena,\u201d Anlynne Hart says. \u201cYou had the judge and DA at those ball games Friday night, clapping them on\u2014you see what I\u2019m saying? And all this is going through the courts while they\u2019re clapping him on, running up and down the football field, and then the minute this happened to the white boy\u2014it\u2019s like, uh-oh\u2014click-click\u2014he going to jail.\u201d<\/p>\n

The district attorney, J. Reed Walters, does not know whether he ever saw Bell play, since he and his wife (who works for the school system) took a break from games after their sons graduated from Jena High. Nearly four decades earlier, Walters had played high-school football himself, in the nearby town of Olla, but he was no Mychal Bell. His aspirations lay elsewhere, in becoming a lawyer. He loves being a small-town prosecutor, and having never craved the spotlight, he feels only \u201cpuzzlement\u201d at the global storm he generated. But thanks to the legal discretion that Louisiana grants its district attorneys, it is Walters\u2019s character, not any \u201cJim Crow\u201d statute, that has shaped the course of Bell\u2019s case. That character, in turn, reflects in no small measure the character of his community.<\/p>\n

Raised in Olla by a schoolteacher mother and a father who worked in the timber industry, Walters has spent most of his life in LaSalle Parish. As he entered adolescence, the parish, like many places across the South, was fighting a rear-guard action against school desegregation, a battle chronicled with unabashed bias in its newspaper. The first blacks didn\u2019t enter Jena High until 1969, 15 years after Brown v. Board of Education. The following year, the first black faces appeared in the football team photo; from what I could see, those players also integrated the pages of The Jena Times, which was owned and edited then, as now, by Sammy Franklin. A 1971 photo of Olla\u2019s high-school football team included Walters, then in 10th grade, and one black player. In that same issue, a columnist argued that just because \u201ca Black man cannot work as well as can a White with ideas, symbols, numbers and the like,\u201d he was not inferior\u2014just different.<\/p>\n

Over the next decades, Jena settled into its post-segregation identity. Blacks could walk in the front door of the Burger Barn, instead of going to a side window. Relations were cordial, barring a few incidents of white-on-black violence recounted with the horror of legend and occasional school fights stemming from interracial dating. Gas-and-oil exploration joined timber as a stalwart of the economy. Walters settled in Jena in 1981, after law school at Louisiana State University, and has never left. He raised his sons in a large house with a swimming pool on \u201cSnob Hill,\u201d as Jena\u2019s wealthier section is called. He handled the routine cases of a small-town lawyer, and was also drafted into defending the poor. In fact, Walters\u2019s sense that he was winning too many cases for his indigent clients helped inspire his run for district attorney. \u201cWalters Elected D.A., LaSalle Goes for Duke,\u201d reported The Jena Times on October 10, 1990. Sixty-eight percent of voters in LaSalle Parish had turned out, and 63 percent of them had voted for David Duke, the ex-Klansman, for U.S. senator, giving him one of his highest margins in the state. Walters won 51.6 percent of the vote\u20143,212 votes. By the time Mychal Bell turned 16, Walters had been reelected twice. By statute, he also advises the police jury (akin to a parish council), the school board, and the hospital. The lifelong son of the parish has become a town father.<\/p>\n

A number of those town fathers\u2014the police chief; Sammy Franklin of The Jena Times; Walters himself\u2014attend the same church, Midway Baptist, which sits on Highway 84. Midway is among Jena\u2019s larger and more prosperous churches, and Walters is among its pillars. A licensed minister who pinch-hits for the preacher, he also sings (off-key, by his own admission) in the choir, heads its pastor-search committee, and teaches Bible study twice a week. Along with the small-town culture in which he was raised, Walters\u2019s Southern Baptist creed\u2014his certainty of the path to eternal salvation\u2014helps to explain him: in matters of faith, or law, he has the confidence of his convictions.<\/p>\n

On the October Sunday morning when I visited, he began Bible study by taking attendance (six adults, including his wife) then turned to the Sermon on the Mount, explaining why Jesus had come to reconcile man to the law of God. Human beings who kept trying to bend the law to their convenience and desires needed an \u201cattitude adjustment,\u201d he said, offering a modern example of bending the law: even though the speed limit is 55, we interpret it as 64 because that\u2019s what will trigger a ticket.<\/p>\n

Walters believes time is \u201ccritically short\u201d before the Second Coming, when everyone will have to stand before Jesus, and all must perfect themselves for that moment. He strives for that perfection\u2014taking Jesus\u2019 injunction against tearing asunder \u201cwhat God has joined\u201d so literally, for example, that he frets about the prospect of ever having to pronounce divorces. He actually tries to drive 55. When I asked if he had ever made a mistake, he thought for a moment, then cited a 25-year-old case in which he had misread a report and failed to file a lawsuit in time.<\/p>\n

Walters remained convinced that everything he did in the case of the Jena Six was \u201cabsolutely 100 percent correct\u2014without question.\u201d Never mind that even some of Walters\u2019s white friends say he charged too severely, not least because the victim was able to attend a school function that night. Walters believed his decision to charge Bell as an adult with attempted murder reflects both the facts of the case, including Bell\u2019s history, and the values that his community holds dear\u2014\u201cconservative,\u201d \u201chelp-oriented,\u201d and \u201cChristian.\u201d (I spotted a photocopy of the Ten Commandments hanging on the courthouse bulletin board, next to the bail-bondsman and paternity-testing ads.)<\/p>\n

Walters says he does not look at race in his prosecutions. But that does not mean the racial boundaries of his community do not influence him. Whites outnumber blacks by 7-to-1 in the parish; beyond one black member apiece on the 10-member school board and on the 10-member police jury\u2014both from a racially gerrymandered ward\u2014no black has a position of power. There are four black teachers on a parish staff of 196. Black-owned businesses? Sammy Franklin could think of two: a car-detailer and a funeral home.<\/p>\n

As for Walters himself, his world\u2014like that of many white Americans\u2014is white, as is most of his neighborhood. The restaurants he frequents rarely have black employees or black patrons. The worshippers at his church are white, as are the small-town-elite circles in which he moves. In 17 years, he says, he has never had a black employee, beyond some who helped him \u201cprivately.\u201d He offered as evidence of Jena\u2019s \u201cperfect\u201d race relations that the high school\u2019s white quarterback throws to both black and white players. The white kids who hung the nooses were of Walters\u2019s world\u2014indeed, one of their families attends his church. Mychal Bell was, in essence, a stranger.<\/p>\n

That reality was not lost on Jena\u2019s black residents, including Mychal Bell\u2019s mother. She told me a story about going to pick up Mychal\u2019s grades in 2006, before he \u201cgot locked up.\u201d Mychal had been failing math, and the teacher was regularly sending him to the principal\u2019s office for clowning around and sleeping. As Bell stood in line, she says, she watched the teacher, who was white, embrace and smile at Jena\u2019s better-off whites, even as she greeted black and lower-class white parents much less warmly. Bell confronted her: \u201cI said, \u2018You ain\u2019t got no business being around black kids, because you don\u2019t even want to teach them. You just showed your cards right here: everyone you knew\u2014everyone you knew who got money\u2014they was all good with you.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

The teacher, Kim Franklin, happens to be married to Craig Franklin, the assistant editor and heir apparent of The Jena Times, which has presented uncritically Walters\u2019s account of the events. (In an op-ed for The Christian Science Monitor, Craig Franklin dismissed the entire affair as journalistic malfeasance, calling Jena a place \u201cwhere friends are friends regardless of race.\u201d) Kim Franklin says she has always treated all of her students the same, and she and Melissa Bell clearly don\u2019t like each other. But their polarized perceptions, as much as the legal encounter between Walters and Bell, seemed to capture the competing truths of the Jena saga: Bell\u2019s denial of her son\u2019s responsibility, and the town\u2019s denial of its racial cliquishness. The white residents\u2019 loving solicitousness toward their own was subtler than crude racism\u2014which Jena also had\u2014but no less powerful. It reflected a conception of \u201cseparate but equal\u201d communities that ultimately weren\u2019t equal at all. Witness the town\u2019s selectively fluid geography: even as black areas have remained unincorporated\u2014unable to vote for mayor or police chief, ineligible for town services like garbage collection\u2014in 2005 Jena annexed a new subdivision to the north of \u201cSnob Hill.\u201d<\/p>\n

On September 20, for a span of hours, Jena\u2019s demography inverted: suddenly, the protesters against the status quo outnumbered its defenders by at least 6-to-1. But although the protesters passed right over the town lines, they didn\u2019t take up the cause of moving them. For all its noise, the Jena Six movement lacked a clear sense of where to apply its force. It probably helped reduce the charges against the boys, although Walters denies that public pressure swayed him. Vigorous defense lawyering got Bell\u2019s conviction as an adult overturned earlier that month. And it\u2019s unlikely that, at least in Jena, public officials will treat noose-hanging lightly in the future. But so much else was left untouched. The protesters didn\u2019t press to improve the parish\u2019s indigent-defense system, poor even by the standards of Louisiana; didn\u2019t ask why two schools in the southern part of the parish are still effectively segregated, providing an escape valve for white Jena parents who wish to avoid sending their children to integrated schools; and didn\u2019t talk about the habitual-offender law Walters used to send a peer of Bell\u2019s father to the Louisiana State Penitentiary at Angola for life for three nonviolent offenses. \u201cWe will not stop marching until justice runs down like waters,\u201d Jesse Jackson said. But the Jena Six movement seemed like a mighty flood that left bent and broken twigs in its wake\u2014and the contours of the riverbanks unchanged.<\/p>\n

Less surprising is that the movement avoided the other side of Mychal Bell\u2019s story: his own choices, for starters, or the link between the generational disintegration of black families and black incarceration. The lip service about not excusing Bell\u2019s past or the boys\u2019 attack on Barker didn\u2019t diminish the hagiography, which climaxed in a standing ovation for two of the Jena Six when they appeared as presenters at the Black Entertainment Television awards (dressed in hip-hop gear, which coach Fowler says they never wore in Jena).<\/p>\n

Anlynne Hart, the mother of Bell\u2019s earlier victim, says his parents should have acknowledged his history up front and declared that he deserved help in spite of it. But would such a movement have grown around an icon with a tragic flaw? There is a reason we tell these stories as we do. On Melissa Bell\u2019s wall hung a commendatory plaque from the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, the organization Martin Luther King Jr. co-founded and led. Simply by mothering Mychal and standing by him, she became a heroine of this civil-rights movement, an elevation that perhaps spoke more to its character than to hers.<\/p>\n

On the gray day when I met Melissa Bell, her mood was as dismal as the weather. Her son\u2019s future seemed unpredictable. His conviction in the Justin Barker case had been overturned on the grounds that he shouldn\u2019t have been tried as an adult, but he faced retrial as a juvenile. He had come home in September after more than nine months in prison\u2014then been returned to custody two weeks later because of his previous juvenile offenses. He had missed Christmas and his birthday and at least one U.S. Army National Combine game, a national forum where high-school players show their stuff. He was, even at that moment, missing his senior season of football, and all the promise that had portended.<\/p>\n

One weekend last year, Marcus Jones drove north from Jena to visit his son in prison. He was excited: a recruitment letter for Bell had come from LSU, whose football team is revered here.<\/p>\n

\u201cNow this is the college,\u201d he told Mychal, handing him the letter. He realized his mistake only with his son\u2019s rueful reaction: \u201cOh Lord, that was a dream right there.\u201d<\/p>\n

Instead of a bright future, as Jones had initially thought, the letter evidenced only how much Bell had thrown away\u2014or had had taken from him, depending on whose version you believed. From then on, Jones said, when Bell asked whether other letters had come, his mother lied and said no.<\/p>\n

But in December, Bell\u2019s forecast changed. Days before his trial was scheduled to start, he and Walters made a deal: Bell pleaded guilty to second-degree battery, a misdemeanor; acknowledged in open court that he had punched Barker; and agreed to testify against his co-defendants should they go to trial. He was sentenced to 18 months, including time served, which means he should be out by summer. Even as both sides claimed victory of a sort, it was hard to escape the sense that they had fought to an exhausted draw.<\/p>\n

Under the terms of the deal, Bell will be admitted into a high school yet to be determined, which means he could be playing football again by fall. He now has a second chance at that LSU scholarship\u2014to the extent, that is, that he ever had a chance at all.<\/p>\n

As it turns out, Fowler, Bell\u2019s former coach, didn\u2019t think Bell would make it to LSU, as he told me when we met in October. The rain was beating through the pine thicket around his home, and dark had fallen early. His cat, Fancy, nestled on his belly. Fowler, who spent his life in sports and education, had retired prematurely at the end of the school year, his spirit broken in part by the jailing of Bell and two other players who were part of the Jena Six. He struck me as wanting to unburden himself\u2014even if doing so exposed his own clay feet.<\/p>\n

As talented and versatile as Bell was, Fowler said, at 5 feet 9 inches or so, and maybe 190 pounds, he probably wasn\u2019t big enough for LSU, and likely could have played only for a Division II or a small Division I school. Those prized recruitment letters? Fowler, like every other coach, put his best players\u2019 names out; the schools then blanketed prospects with pro forma letters of interest. \u201cI\u2019m gonna tell you, these colleges, they send 1,000 a day,\u201d Fowler said. Until the college recruiters look at game film, they can\u2019t say whether they\u2019re truly interested or not.<\/p>\n

Bell and the other players didn\u2019t know that, and Fowler and the other coaches didn\u2019t tell them. During the off- season, the letters helped propel the kids through the tedium of running and lifting weights\u2014keeping them working, so their high-school teams could keep on winning. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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