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I had had a lot to drink that night, but apparently not enough, because the dream returned--with extras In the past it had nearly always ended with the actual shooting This ti officer shaking rand jury refused to indict It ruled that you had acted properly and within the scope and range of your duties"

The scene then shifted abruptly and I atching TV in my apartment I had been placed on administrative leave--with pay--as was the custoed his or her weapon WCCO-TV News at Noon was showing an excerpt of a press conference filmed at city hall just an hour before

The minister who stood behind aand reton when he played Malcolm X, yet his voice had a pleasant rhythm to it, and when he said "This assassin, this slayer of children," the words sounded like poetry It took a while for theirto sink in

"Did he just call me a murderer?" I asked the TV set

Behind the minister stood the black man and wo lot that evening They stood like statues, looking neither right nor left, up nor down The ood folks witnessed Rushmore McKenzie’s cold-blooded execution of nineteen-year-old Benjamin Si his hands to surrender He claimed it was yet another exarand jury’s verdict was just another example of what they already knew--"it is iet justice in a whitethat "there is no hope in the system"

"This is nuts," I told the TV set

When I woke up, I said the sa "This is nuts"

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I have known Clayton Rask for many years He has been to my home I’ve fed him cherry sno-cones and mini-donuts that he claiet at the Minnesota State Fair Today he wasn’t talking toto me like the commander of the Minneapolis Police Department’s Homicide Unit

He said, "Meet me at the Anoka County Sheriff’s Office Do you knohere it is?"

"I knohere it is"

"Meeton?"

"I’ll tell you when you get here"