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the early 90s by constructing two volleyball courts. In the late afternoon shadows, trim college sophomores wearing gym shorts and clean T-shirts spiked, blocked and dinked while the burned out, chewed up and spit out sprawled on the sidelines.
Lee found Lloyd Warrington sitting on blankets with two other guys and a girl. He was skinny, built like a gawky kid although he looked like he was in his 30s. He had shoulder-length blond hair tied back in a ponytail and wore black-framed glasses on his narrow face. The smell of marijuana was in the air but Warrington, sitting cross-legged and straight-backed, looked at Lee with eyes that were clear and appraising.
“You Lloyd Warrington?” asked Lee.
“Who are you?”
The beefy guy in dirty jeans and Mexican serape sitting to Warrington’s left laughed.
“That your name, man? Lloyd.”
“Shut up,” said Warrington. “What do you want?”
“I work for the News. I wanted to talk to you about your case, about the trial.”
Warrington examined Lee for few moments. He tapped his fingertips on the brown blanket underneath him.
“You must think I’m pretty stupid,” said Warrington. “Talk to my lawyer.”
“Listen, I’m not trying to get your confession,” said Lee. “I want to talk to you about the experiments. The illegal experiments. About why you were at the labs in the first place.”
Warrington was silent. He started rocking back and forth to the sound of a couple guys playing congas at the other end of the park.
“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” asked Lee.
After a few seconds, Warrington stood up and walked slowly with Lee until they were out of the earshot of his companions.
“So, tell me about the experiments,”
Lee said.
“Are you religious?”
“Yeah. Sure. I believe in a god.”
“If you know anything about religion. I don’t mean Sunday School bullshit. I mean religions . Not just Judeo-Christian ideas. Then you know that Western culture and religion is the most egocentric and ethnocentric in the world. You should know that. It is ends-oriented totally. It excludes every other way of thinking. It is basically intolerant, of other religions, of other people, of other beings and creatures, even though we all come out of the same slop.
“That’s where it starts,” Warrington continued. He was getting cranked up now and shook a fist in Lee’s face. “Sacrifice everything for the greater glory of mankind. The environment. The land. The forests. Screw the animal kingdom. If they’re below us on the evolutionary ladder, screw ‘em. Where does it end?”
“So, what were you trying to do in the labs?” interjected Lee.
“Stop the killing. Do you know how many monkeys die in this country every year in the name of medicine and developing new drugs? More than 28,000. Think of it. You could populate a couple of rain forests. If you count the number that die during capture or because of disease, the number is probably twice that.
“That’s just the beginning,” continued Warrington. “There are hundreds of thousands of cats, dogs, rats, rabbits. It’s just too horrific. To a Hindu, that’s unbelievable. It’s criminal. Somehow, it must be stopped.”
“Okay. So what specifically were you trying to do?” asked Lee. “Do you know about specific experiments? Are there some specific documents? Maybe I can get them through a public document request.”
Warrington laughed.
“This is all covered up,” said Warrington. “You think they’ll just tell you? Lawrence Livermore Labs is involved. The UC School of Medicine uses thousands of dogs each year. There’s no record of it. It’s all off the books. That’s where we’ll get ‘em. The coverup. You’re a reporter. You should know that. Watergate, right?
“That’s all I can tell you, man,” said Warrington suddenly, turning his back on Lee and walking toward his group. “Talk to my lawyer if you want anything else.”
Lee watched as Warrington sat down again
Lee found Lloyd Warrington sitting on blankets with two other guys and a girl. He was skinny, built like a gawky kid although he looked like he was in his 30s. He had shoulder-length blond hair tied back in a ponytail and wore black-framed glasses on his narrow face. The smell of marijuana was in the air but Warrington, sitting cross-legged and straight-backed, looked at Lee with eyes that were clear and appraising.
“You Lloyd Warrington?” asked Lee.
“Who are you?”
The beefy guy in dirty jeans and Mexican serape sitting to Warrington’s left laughed.
“That your name, man? Lloyd.”
“Shut up,” said Warrington. “What do you want?”
“I work for the News. I wanted to talk to you about your case, about the trial.”
Warrington examined Lee for few moments. He tapped his fingertips on the brown blanket underneath him.
“You must think I’m pretty stupid,” said Warrington. “Talk to my lawyer.”
“Listen, I’m not trying to get your confession,” said Lee. “I want to talk to you about the experiments. The illegal experiments. About why you were at the labs in the first place.”
Warrington was silent. He started rocking back and forth to the sound of a couple guys playing congas at the other end of the park.
“Can we talk about this somewhere else?” asked Lee.
After a few seconds, Warrington stood up and walked slowly with Lee until they were out of the earshot of his companions.
“So, tell me about the experiments,”
Lee said.
“Are you religious?”
“Yeah. Sure. I believe in a god.”
“If you know anything about religion. I don’t mean Sunday School bullshit. I mean religions . Not just Judeo-Christian ideas. Then you know that Western culture and religion is the most egocentric and ethnocentric in the world. You should know that. It is ends-oriented totally. It excludes every other way of thinking. It is basically intolerant, of other religions, of other people, of other beings and creatures, even though we all come out of the same slop.
“That’s where it starts,” Warrington continued. He was getting cranked up now and shook a fist in Lee’s face. “Sacrifice everything for the greater glory of mankind. The environment. The land. The forests. Screw the animal kingdom. If they’re below us on the evolutionary ladder, screw ‘em. Where does it end?”
“So, what were you trying to do in the labs?” interjected Lee.
“Stop the killing. Do you know how many monkeys die in this country every year in the name of medicine and developing new drugs? More than 28,000. Think of it. You could populate a couple of rain forests. If you count the number that die during capture or because of disease, the number is probably twice that.
“That’s just the beginning,” continued Warrington. “There are hundreds of thousands of cats, dogs, rats, rabbits. It’s just too horrific. To a Hindu, that’s unbelievable. It’s criminal. Somehow, it must be stopped.”
“Okay. So what specifically were you trying to do?” asked Lee. “Do you know about specific experiments? Are there some specific documents? Maybe I can get them through a public document request.”
Warrington laughed.
“This is all covered up,” said Warrington. “You think they’ll just tell you? Lawrence Livermore Labs is involved. The UC School of Medicine uses thousands of dogs each year. There’s no record of it. It’s all off the books. That’s where we’ll get ‘em. The coverup. You’re a reporter. You should know that. Watergate, right?
“That’s all I can tell you, man,” said Warrington suddenly, turning his back on Lee and walking toward his group. “Talk to my lawyer if you want anything else.”
Lee watched as Warrington sat down again
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