All Eyes On Occupy

Let me just start by saying that I wasn’t at all surprised to learn any of this.

We suspected that big brother was watching and within our occupation from the beginning.

Especially, since around the fourth OA GA, a lady named Jenny was accused of collecting names and giving them over to the DHS.

We acted autonomously from that point on and for the most part, suspected everyone as being an undercover cop or infiltrator and acted accordingly.

We knew we were being watched in all kinds of ways everywhere we went.

That never deterred us from standing up where we thought that a light should be shining on the injustices of today. In fact, it’s quite fun when you know that someone is watching and waiting for something to act on. It reminds me of the night that we tried to re-occupy the park.

November 5th, 2011. Remember, remember the fifth of November. Bank Transfer Day.

We all came to Woodruff Park (AKA Troy Davis Park) at the ready. We brought and quickly pitched our tents. We decorated them all with flags and talked excitedly about the night. We grew from a few to many and laughed and cheered.

We waited for the 11PM curfew to hit.

Five minutes before the curfew we devised a new plan.

We all decided to vacate the park and leave behind one person.

That way, whenever the insane amount of police force arrived, they might see how ridiculous they looked coming to arrest peaceful protesters.

Especially, since there was only one in the park. 😉

They came for us.

Tons of cops! Police in riot gear. Police on horses. Police on motorcycles. A helicopter or two…

It was so much chaos for just one person sitting in the park while we left the barricaded area. We decided to march down the street around the park and were met very quickly by police force. They immediately began snatching people.

A white shirt officer with a clicker tallied up people as they arrested them.

This is how we knew they were there for numbers.

They must have been embarrassed about showing up in such force for one person.

So they began grabbing people at any chance they could get.

We ran to fill the sidewalks, but some of us weren’t fast enough and the line between the road and walkways were lined with police. They were behind us. They were in front of us. And they were moving in and snatching people up and throwing people down.

It was scary. Like a game you play as kids and the police were the monsters that grab you out of nowhere and they take you away to disappear for a while.

(Here is an example of the snatch and grabs from the night:)

(And here is a video of the night. Funny, too… the person that made this video was suspected as being an informant as well. 🙂

(Here’s an account of the day from a friend’s perspective.)

http://archive.org/details/Dispatch_From_The_Southern_Front

In their craze, they arrested about three student journalists and a photographer from the Creative Loafing (free Atlanta newspaper). They even grabbed someone that wasn’t part of the protest who had just walked out of a nearby restaurant!

Anyways…

Below are a good couple of links I’ve been sent by many friends that are about surveillance on the Occupy Wall Street movement as well as our own occupation in Atlanta and the Police “Plan of Action”.

 

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2012/dec/29/fbi-coordinated-crackdown-occupy

 

http://atlanta.indymedia.org/local/occupy-atlanta-legal-team-press-conference

http://atlanta.indymedia.org/local/atlanta-police-departments-occupy-atlanta-plan-action-released

http://atlantaprogressivenews.com/interspire/news/2012/12/21/occupy-atlanta-claims-city-deceived-court-spied-on-protesters.html?utm_source=Occupy+Atlanta+Claims+City+Deceived+Court%2C+Spied+on+Protesters&utm_campaign=Occupy+Atlanta+Claims+City+Deceived+Court%2C+Spied+on+Protesters&utm_medium=email

http://www.justiceonline.org/commentary/fbi-files-ows.html

http://news.yahoo.com/fbi-treated-occupy-terrorist-group-021450389.html

http://www.justiceonline.org/commentary/dhs-releases-more-documents.html

http://readersupportednews.org/news-section2/440-occupy/15221-fbi-secret-doc

FBI considered Occupy movement potential threat, documents say

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Peace, Love, & Solidarity

❤ Kimlee

The End.

Here we are. We’ve reached the end.

 

Congratulations.

 

On making it this far.

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Tomorrow will not be the end.

 

Maybe the end of many cycles. The end of a Mayan calendar.

The end of a false prediction. 

 

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But not the end of the world.

 

If it were, would you be satisfied with the way you’ve lived until this moment?

Would there be anything you feel that you left unsaid or undone?

Would you wish for more time, or welcome the closing curtains of your life?

 

This day will come and pass like any other. 

Yet, it will come and pass like no other.

All the same.

 

People will laugh it off. More doubt will pile on for the next human predictions for the future doomsdays to come. People will not change.

 

…Unless they become affected by thought.

 

So, on this last day…

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…of the Mayan calendar…

and all we know…

 

May we come to realize that it is actually a beginning.

This is a beginning of a new cycle. A door will be opened into a realm unknown.

You can choose to continue to be the same person you’ve always been, living the same way that you’ve been living. Doing the same things you’ve done before…

 

Or…

 

You can take this as an opportunity. Mark the day as a new beginning. Jump into the black hole and beyond the event horizon. Let life take you somewhere new. Shed yourself and evolve.

 

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The world needs a complete paradigm shift from humanity.

We can’t expect it from the elephants. Nor from the centipedes.

Nor from the dolphins and whales…

And we shouldn’t expect it of them.

 

We humans are the ones that need to change. 

We need to become a more responsible species and do better for our fellow earthlings.

 

I’m not asking you to donate all of your money and volunteer all of your time. 

I’m asking you to think about the state of the world. 

Consider the lives of your fellow neighbors and community around you. 

Just think a bit today and wonder if maybe the Earth wouldn’t benefit from the loss of humanity. I read once that if a certain species of plankton were to go extinct, it’s disappearance would wreak havoc on the rest of life on Earth. Although, if humans were to go extinct, all the world would flourish.

 

Life on Earth would go on without us. And live very well. 

 

But, we don’t have to kill ourselves off to make the world a better place.

Just think of the simple things that you can do to make anyone’s life better. 

Even your own.

 

Less greed. Less consumption. Less hate.

More love. 

 

Destroy the illusions of society. Things can be done that you never thought of before. Especially, all of the things in life that other people told you you could not do.

No matter your religion or lack-thereof…

You need to have faith in yourself.

Always hold on to hope.

Never lose sight of the light.

 

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You can let the 21st pass as any other day in history.

You can sit on social media and post amusing pictures and comments about how the world isn’t crashing down around you.

You can keep an eye on the news to check if any fame seeking crazies do anything to mark the day.

 

But just once for the day, look deep inside yourself and assess where you are, where you’ve come from, and where you’d like to go from there.

Make the day that was supposed to be “The End” into “The Beginning”. 

 

Consider resolutions, ponder childhood dreams you’ve yet to accomplish, think of everything you’ve wished you could, but never said to those that matter deeply to you.

 

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On the 22nd…

Unleash your soul.

Unlock your full potential.

Release your hidden emotions.

Let go.

And be.

 

Don’t hold back!

And why would you? …You’re going to survive another proposed Doomsday.

 

So Live!

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Peace, Love, & Solidarity

~Kimlee

“Unlinked” ~ Arrested on Occupy Atlanta’s Eviction Night!

“I don’t want them to hurt you.”

 

The circle was broken by kindness.

          Relentlessly grasping my flag, my chin dropped as the officers succeeded in intimidation against the peaceful protesters. General Butt Naked slid his arm through mine and our human chain came loose. The resounding moments before were filled with voices in song all around me. With linked arms, two guys within the circle strummed tunes to soothe our souls and help us forget about our impending imprisonment. We sang a chorus of “You may say I’m a dreamer” as the formation of police drew near. “But I’m not the only one…”

          I drew on the energy of the bodies and souls surrounding me.

On the other side of the barricade, hundreds of onlookers shoved their way to the best view.

Some sang along with us. Others chanted words that reverberated through our global movement. There were even stragglers that came out to witness all of the commotion.

Nevertheless, we were exercising our freedoms.

          And it felt good.

 

As I began to grin and keep myself in good spirits, I felt the tug along the chain of human bodies as we watched our fellow comrades comply or become subdued with force. My full intention was to remain silent as long as I wasn’t singing, yet that all changed when I saw what happens up close and personal when you are an African American male and you hesitate for just a moments thought. The sight was sickening. Someone started screaming at the police. I was a bit startled when I realized that it was me. I shouted “Shame!” And “Stop hurting him!”. It fell on deaf ears.

         That’s how I learned about the pressure points of the neck. And how the police will clamp down on them as hard as they can to get you to do what they want. Even if you were just sitting in a park linking arms with friends. Just because a sign said something about a curfew at 11pm.

I tried not to shake.

I tried not to be vehement.

I tried.

Another black male was pointed out across the circle.

They went straight for him, crossing through the middle to get a piece of him.

 

         After arresting about five people, there was a break. A pause in their system.

Our remaining bodies scrambled to scoot closer and re-link the chain of arms. The police seemed to back off and wait for something. The crowd in the street grew larger and louder. Someone shook the barricade and cut it loose. The police were on it immediately. Some of them blocked the view of us from the street. People waved cameras around for the best spot of exposure.

          I took a few deep breaths.

This isn’t so bad. I think to myself.

We pick up singing as the guitarists strum louder and with more passion.

I grin and wave my flag for all to see what we’re fighting for.

I sing along verses with the others until I notice a few distressed people in the crowd looking serene and into the middle of the park to the left of our circle.

My lyrics are forgotten and the words lock up in my throat.

My mouth hangs open and no sound escapes.

It’s one thing to know your fears. Heights. Storms. The Dark. Whatever.

It’s a completely new thing to be introduced to a fear you’ve never known.

Fear itself.

Amassed in the form of a SWAT team pounding clubs against their chests as they march in formation.

In. Your. Direction.

While you sit in a park. Singing “In the Jungle”. Linking arms with the nicest people you’ve ever met in your life. While a massive crowd of people watches, unable to defend you with anything but their mass collective voice and their cameras.

Somehow, my friends continue to sing. All I can do is stare in horror to my left at these grown men in riot gear with no signs of any potential riot in sight. Are they really here for us?? What are they going to do to us?? What are we doing… that would make them come after us like this?? And I realize that we must have scared someone. Big time.

          Someone with a lot of money, power, and influence on the mayor.

I recall the morning events of the day and my memories fill me with joy at how well our march went. To the Georgia-Pacific building to reinact a levitation of the Pentagon in the 60’s. We marched to the building that had stared down at us for a month like the eye of Sauron. We let our voices ring and held signs that we enjoyed making together the night before. When we arrived at the front of the building, a couple of people offered up some inspiration and pep talks through a megaphone one at a time. Then we all held hands and surrounded the building.

 

The SWAT team marched closer.

 

I force myself to take a few good long deep breaths. As I inhaled, I imagined that I was breathing in the joy, spirit, and strength offered up by the others singing around me. As I exhaled, I imagined all of my tension, fear, and bad thoughts escaping me and floating into the endless atmosphere. The effects were immediate. The music came into focus and I began to sing and feel our strength. Us mortals against Tyranny. Singing Imagine. Remaining cheerful as darkness in uniforms surround us. We sing while our state senator is arrested. We sing while a city councelman is arrested. We sing while a man in a wheelchair is arrested. We sing while our friends are pulled off of us and carried away.

 

A policeman asks me to let go.

 

I look down and a few words mumble out of my mouth. “I’m just holding my flag.”

He continues to persuade me and tugs my arm and the guitar player’s next to me.

“I’m just holding my flag.”

They take his guitar and pass it somewhere never to be found again.

I was admittedly curious what they would do to me and was determined to hold the ends of my flagstick with both hands…

 

          But the robbed guitarist leaned in and slid his arm from mine.

 

                    “Sorry… I don’t want them to hurt you.”

 

He’s taken away and my arm is left bare.

 

          I feel exposed and wish the music had not stopped.

 

The police come for me.

 

“I’m just holding my flag.”

 

***SNAP!***

 

I had no other choice…
          but to drop the remaining pieces of what used to be my flagstem. They broke it in half. I’m immersed in thoughts and feelings of symbolic undertones and a bit of sadness as my wrists are ziptied and three policemen carry me away.

 

::MEANWHILE::

The Mayor of our city watches from a SunTrust building towering over the park we made home.

How befitting for him to occupy a bank and watch our eviction as if it was just another foreclosure on someone’s house and home. What honor there must be in scaring and imprisoning the homeless who came seeking comfort and piece of mind as well as food. I can’t help but see him up there tapping his fingers together like some sort of villain from some not-so-far-off comic book.

 

The encampment falls.

 

It took a month to forge our home. Ever since the eviction, I’ve felt homeless and lost.

 

{Written November 26th, 2011}

 

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❤ Peace, Love, & Solidarity

~Kimlee

MAYOR OF ATLANTA AND CHIEF OF POLICE SUBPOENAED TO TESTIFY BY OCCUPY ATLANTA LEGAL TEAM FOR OCCUPY TRIAL BEGINNING MONDAY, DECEMBER 17th!

FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
December 14, 2012
Occupy Atlanta Legal Committee
MAYOR OF ATLANTA AND CHIEF OF POLICE SUBPOENAED TO TESTIFY BY OCCUPY ATLANTA LEGAL TEAM FOR OCCUPY TRIAL BEGINNING MONDAY, DECEMBER 17th

December 14, 2012 Atlanta, Georgia – Yesterday, Attorneys for Occupy Atlanta, served subpoenas on Atlanta Mayor, Kasim Reed, Atlanta Chief of Police, George Turner, and 3 other high level officials in the police department and city hall to testify in the Occupy Atlanta trial set to begin Monday, December 17th at the Atlanta Municipal Court. The Occupy Atlanta protestors were arrested on October 25th for remaining in Woodruff Park after Mayor Reed rescinded an executive order allowing them to remain in the park after closing hours.

Here is a video of the arrests:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iuMOm2SW4UU

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(Mayor Kasim Reed & Chief of Police, George Turner.)

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http://www.zimbio.com/Kasim+Reed/articles/-qtsWVpWymF/AJC+Cartoonist+Mike+Luckovich+Mocks+Mayor

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(Here we are blocking some of the Mayor’s lies during his press conference. ^_^!)

Over a dozen volunteer attorneys for Occupy Atlanta have been filing and arguing motions for more than a year in preparation for Monday’s scheduled trial before the Honorable Crystal Gaines. The Mayor, Chief of Police, and other officials have been subpoenaed to testify so they can be questioned about the basis for evicting the Occupy protestors from the park. The trial is expected to last a week with over 80 defendants and 50 officers scheduled to testify.

For more information please contact:

Attorney
Mawuli Davis, Esq
Davis Bozeman Law Firm, PC
Phone: (404) 244-2004
mdavis@davisbozemanlaw.com

Arrestees
William Marshall
770-906-4246
mrbweave@gmail.com

Amy Barnes
678-337-8667
abarnes@oldcity.ws

Motherly Obsession

So, this is what it’s like when you have a baby and become so obsessed that you take millions of pictures and blow up your Facebook feed. Lol…

Although, I’ve been limiting my posts on Facebook and keeping the pictures to myself.

Not anymore…

I want you to get an idea of what happens when you become a mother.

All the ins and outs. 

Truth unconfined.

So, here it is, folks!

You have a baby. You fall in love. And you take more pictures than anyone can stand.

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Here’s where they tested Eeo’s hearing.

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Or plugged her into the Matrix… Can’t tell…

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ImageMy sister and I had a “Celebration Meal” at the Hospital. ^_^!

 

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Rough nights, for true love.

 

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Reminds me of the Kung Fu Baby.

 

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Little grub with Auntie Lisa. ❤

 

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See what I mean? 

You get trigger happy with the camera and all of a sudden your memory is all used up.

Hahaha!

I still can’t manage to capture Eeo’s extreme cuteness, but I have plenty of time to try. 😉

 

I absolutely must go boil some nipples now before a long night and another appointment tomorrow in the AM.

That’s all for now! 

Peace, Love, & Solidarity,

From Kimlee & Eeo ❤

 

The First Cries of Eeo

As I type this, there is an adorable little monkey sleeping on my chest.

*****Week One*****

Once upon a time,
I was pregnant with a cute little baby named Eeo.

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I went to the doctor for a checkup on Monday, December 3rd and they were concerned that the baby wasn’t moving enough.
They hooked me up to a baby monitor.

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That massive lump on the right side is Eeo pushing through my belly. 😀

I was sent to the Hospital for another round on a baby monitor and an ultrasound, which resulted in me bursting out in a fit of laughter during and Eeo still wasn’t active enough for the technician.

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They told me to come back to the Hospital for another test the next day at 8:30AM.

I went through the same thing,
baby monitor, then ultrasound (where I finally found out that Eeo was a girl!). I was exactly 37 weeks that Tuesday.
I went back to the room with the baby monitor in it and got ready to leave, but the nurse came in and hooked me back up to it. I was a bit confused as to why and thought I was okay to go home. Another nurse came in to tell me that Eeo had the same test results as the day before and wasn’t moving enough. She told me that it appeared that she wasn’t practicing breathing in the womb and they had to call a specialist to see what they should do.
After a bit, she came back to tell me that I was about to be admitted to the Hospital for an induction so they could get the baby out.
Eeo’s due date was December 25th! I was so worried, nervous, and unprepared that I had a panic attack right then and there until I heard something funny on the baby monitor and worried that my panic would make things worse for her, so I calmed down immediately.
I thought I was going to have three more weeks to prepare for all of this…
Mentally… Physically… Emotionally…
Maybe even talk myself out of my fear of Hospitals a little bit…
But, no.
They wanted her out then, and I soon had my new Hospital room set up and my sister was on the way to join me for support.

At 4:20PM, I was induced with Cervidil. An insert that readies or “ripens” the cervix, yet takes up to 12 hours to do it’s job. It was an uphill climb through 12 hours of being induced, unable to eat or drink anything and I could not fall asleep with oncoming contractions, constant nurses checking in, and beeping machines. Whenever it eventually reached 4:20AM, my cervix was checked and I was only dilated at 1.7. The contractions were at the point where they felt like my entire pelvic bone and region were getting smashed with a sledgehammer… one every two minutes or less with increasing intensity in waves.
The doctor told me that every time I had a contraction, the baby’s blood pressure dropped and they were worried that if they upped the induction with Pitocin, she would have complications through labor and we might have to have an Emergency Cesarean Section.
So, the next idea was to go ahead and have a planned C section.

The mere thought of this absolutely freaked me out!

I asked the doctor and nurses a million questions (including, “what if I freak out?!”), and they decided to wait a little bit longer and see if anything changed.
For about an hour, I laid there with intensifying pain, no meds, and rapid logical thoughts about the situation as I tried to talk myself into everything. I couldn’t help but think that this day just kept getting more and more serious and terrifying. At some point, I thought, “Well, that escalated quickly!” And I felt more calm and considered that doing the C section now would be better than going through a lot more pain and trouble that could cause problems for my little baby and end up becoming an Emergency C Section anyways(which I’d decided would be a lot more scary than one that was planned ahead!).

Right before I could call the nurses and tell them LET’S DO THIS!
They came in and told me that nothing was changing on the monitor. I told them that I’d thought about it and they were right and gave them the okay and instantly the scene changed quicker than a theatre set. I went from being in a very quiet, dim room alone with my sister and a visit from a nurse every 30 minutes or so, to the lights being cut on and I’m being wheeled into the hallway, down the hall, and to a bright operating room with about fifteen doctors and nurses introducing themselves to me with masks on and all kinds of things going on so fast it made my head spin. The whole time, I was having painful contractions and I was so terrified, tired, nervous, hungry, uncomfortable, and freaked out that I was shaking violently. I somehow managed to scoot onto the operating table, willingly, and they sat me up to give me the shots in my back to numb me from the chest down. It felt like what I imagine a scorpion sting might feel like in my lower back and a nurse held my shoulders and coaxed me into it.
I was laid back down and began to feel my lower body tingle as my arms were spread straight out as if I were being crucified. I was still shaking uncontrollably and never relented until an hour after the operation was over.
I fixed my gaze on anything that would keep me from thinking about what was going on beyond the blue sheet they curtained at my chest as the doctors discussed various things with one another. I felt my body being shifted yet felt nothing but warmth. From my chest down, My body felt like a heavy, warm pantyhose type of bag filled entirely with sand.
My sister joined the room and soon after, I heard the first cries of Eeo which sounded more like a struggling cat than a baby crying. I was nervous about her and her lungs, but she was fine. My sister ran to take pictures and came back to me to show me what she looked like as I was feeling my guts being tugged on in another dimension. It took them about five minutes to slice her out of my belly, but around 30 or something to fix me back up. They brought her to my face for what seemed like ten seconds for me to see her before she was swooped off to get cleaned up and get shots or whatever else.
I was relieved that she was okay and felt that the zenith of my fear had been overcome at that point and a steady downhill slope was on its way.
As I was being put together again, I heard the doctor on the other side say “Uh oh…”
I listened and heard him say it twice more and this is where I began to notice that the doctors were conversating as if they were out to brunch with each other. My anaesthesiologist place a hand on my head and told me not to worry and that the doctors were just bullshitting with each other and those “Uh oh”s were not meant for me. That was reassuring and we soon began to discuss Anthropology and its applications in various workplaces. I talked about studying the Occupy Movement and he asked me if I thought it was a worthless endeavor that those protestors were out there for. We rabbled on until the sheet came down and I was cleaned up and lifted onto another bed to be wheeled away to a recovery area for an hour.

So, Eeo was born at 6:50AM on December 5th, 2012. She was 6 pounds and 7 ounces. 19 inches of cuteness long. 😀

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Here she is with her Aunt Lisa. ❤

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Much Love, ~Kimlee Nguyen Davis ❤

 

My Life Story 7

My grandmother was awesome. I’ve always had trouble sleeping and can’t really remember not being an insomniac. Sometimes I would wake up when we were at my Aunt’s house in Virginia visiting and my grandmother would be right there asking me if I was hungry. She only spoke in Vietnamese, but I feel like we understood each other well. She would offer me Ritz crackers or some rice and I would try to go back to sleep. I loved hanging out with her when I got the chance to. I remember we used to watch Mr. Ed together. Even though he spoke in English, it amused both of us that he was a talking horse. My grandmother wore traditional Vietnamese clothing and had a hearty laugh and smile. She used to hold my hands and talk to me in Vietnamese and I would just sit and listen to her. I had no idea what she was saying but I loved her dearly. When she died, we traveled up to her funeral and it felt more like a family reunion than anything. I overheard one of my cousins say that she used to always remark that her grandchildren had beautiful hands. I took in that moment and thought back on all the times she admired my hands and talked to me. It was customary to wear these white bandanas around our heads at the funeral and then for an entire year. I was told that you were supposed to bring the bandana back to her grave after the year was up. I lost mine at the funeral and was pretty depressed about it for a long time. I thought about it the whole year and felt like I’d failed.