Maya Blanchette

The program helps you think about alternative perspective.
– Maya Blanchette ’05, political science major/women’s studies minor

kalikow award Archives

2014 – Kim Bownes

March 9th, 2015 by Meagan

2013 – Mardie Burckes Miller

March 9th, 2015 by Meagan

2012 – Cathie LeBlanc

March 9th, 2015 by Meagan

Kalikow Acceptance Speech

Thank you.

 

When I got Stephanie’s email that told me that I was this year’s recipient of the Theo Kalikow award, my immediate thought was that I don’t deserve it, that the President’s Commission on the Status of Women doesn’t understand that I’m not often an activist anymore, that I feel as though I’m not a visible face of feminism. There are lots of reasons that this was my first thought, not least of which is probably my own sense of inadequacy. But I think the main reason has to do with the kind of work that I’ve been doing in recent years.

 

I started teaching at PSU in 1998 so I’m pretty sure that officially makes me a mid-career academic. As a result, I spend a lot of time and mental energy on things like strategic plans and budgets and all of that other bureaucratic work that comes with being in the middle of a career. In fact, I’ve started to think of myself as a “middle-management” feminist because I spend so much time working on policies and processing paperwork, rather than working the front lines of the feminist struggle.

 

When I was younger, I did work those front lines. I worked at a domestic violence organization, where I dealt daily with women and children who had had fists and other weapons used against them. And I escorted women into abortion clinics that had been threatened with gun violence and fire bombs. When I did this kind of work, it was easy for me to understand the point. Those front lines are dangerous places where the threat is visible and visceral and standing against that threat marked me as an “activist.”

 

The front line attacks haven’t stopped. Fists and bullets and bombs are still used to undermine our progress and we still need front line feminist responses. But those who oppose recognizing women as full human beings are also attacking at the middle management level. They write legislation to make it shameful and even impossible to obtain reproductive health services. They use elected officials to slash the budgets of domestic and sexual violence organizations. They use paperwork as a weapon. And so fighting back, with strategic plans and budgets and legislation of our own, fighting back with these middle management tools, is necessary and useful.

 

Although I sometimes forget it, my service activities are my attempts to make the society I actually live in match the society I want to live in, a society where women have the same rights and opportunities as men. Having to write this speech helped me to remember that. What I realized is that the work that I do now, the middle management type of work that many of us in academia do, is important. It is, in fact, activist work in which we are trying to create that imagined society, one piece of paper at a time.

 

Of course, one person can’t create the ideal society all by herself. I am so thankful for the amazing colleagues who share a vision of that society with me. I can’t possibly mention everyone on this campus with whom I have shared significant paperwork moments. But there are a few who stand out, mainly because they are also my dearest friends: Ann McClellan, Robin DeRosa, Liz Ahl, Pat Cantor and Mary Cornish—smart, funny, committed women whose presence in my life helps to keep my existential angst at bay.

 

The first thing I heard this morning, before I even opened my eyes for the day, was that Adrienne Rich had died. If you don’t already know her poems and her essays, I suggest you go out right now and read some. Her work has been important and inspirational to me at some very difficult times in my life. So I want to end by reading the last stanza of her poem called Dreams Before Waking.

 

What would it mean to live
in a city whose people were changing
each other’s despair into hope? —
You yourself must change it. —
what would it feel like to know
your country was changing? —
You yourself must change it. —
Though your life felt arduous
new and unmapped and strange
what would it mean to stand on the first
page of the end of despair?

 

Thank you to the President’s Commission on the Status of Women for bringing us all together today to energize each other to continue the battle, both on the front lines and in middle management.

 

2011 – Delilah Smith

March 9th, 2015 by Meagan

2010 – Ann McClellan

March 9th, 2015 by Meagan

Kalikow Acceptance Speech

I thank the President’s Commission on the Status of Women for this recognition, and I would also like to thank a few people who have been instrumental in my work with Women’s Studies on campus and in my life: the wonderful women and men of the Women’s Studies Council, my administrative assistant, Mary Petz, who graciously donates her time to the program, to Callie Garp, our intrepid student worker, my good friends, my family, and my husband, Greg.

It has been my privilege to serve on the Women’s Studies Council for five years, including three as its chair. I have been fortunate to work in a place with such strong women faculty, operating staff, administrative leaders, and students. As many of you know, it’s not like that everywhere, so I really appreciate the community and environment I’ve landed in here at Plymouth State University.

A few days ago, I was commiserating with my dear friend and colleague, Robin DeRosa—former Chair of the Women’s Studies Council and past recipient of the Kalikow award—about how difficult it is to ‘do’ Women’s Studies. I told her about feeling like I wasn’t doing enough for the program on campus, about how it was a struggle to get students involved and interested in a minor, about not feeling ‘feminist’ enough. And she kindly and helpfully reminded me, in a good way, that “I” am not Women’s Studies.

Now, this may sound like a harsh thing to say to your friend. What do you mean, I’m not Women’s Studies? I’m the chair of the program. I lead the Women’s Studies Council. I staff, schedule and assess all of the Women’s Studies courses. I advise all of the minors. I manage a budget, albeit a small one. How can I not ‘be’ Women’s Studies at Plymouth State?

But she’s right—on so many levels.

First and foremost, I am not Women’s Studies because many people don’t even know I’m the chair of the Women’s Studies Council and Director of the program. Because there is no centralized office, department, or ‘home’ for the Women’s Studies program, it’s difficult for administration, faculty, students, and community leaders to find out ‘who’ Women’s Studies actually is. In fact, even though I’ve been chairing the program for three years now, many people on campus still regularly email Robin DeRosa to tell of her of upcoming events or speakers, to ask for program information for the Commencement ceremony, or to pass things on to the Council. Ironically, I found out about receiving this award from a forwarded email from Robin just the other day. (I’m just kidding, of course).

Even though the Women’s Studies Council meets once a month to discuss curriculum and to work on excellent programming on campus, I often feel like much of my Women’s Studies work is done alone, in my darkening office in Ellen Reed, squeezed in between grading English papers and preparing for classes that are not Women’s Studies courses. Of course, my pedagogy, classes, and research are continually informed by feminism, but I’m constantly reminded that I’m in the English department; I am not Women’s Studies.

Many of my colleagues tease me that I don’t even look like Women’s Studies. I wear skirts and make up. I like to watch make-over shows like “What Not to Wear.” I wear lipstick on a regular basis. A few years ago when I had the opportunity to teach in Ireland for PSU’s Limerick Program, the Council members joked with me that they didn’t want to ‘be’ me—that is, serve as interim chair—because they didn’t want to have to wear lipstick. “Women’s Studies” isn’t lipstick.

But there are benefits to not being Women’s Studies, too. Not being Women’s Studies means the program is much bigger than me—with all of my faults, and shortcomings, and distractions. Women’s Studies is the Women’s Studies Council—a spectacular and visionary group of women who are passionate about feminism as a philosophy, a theory, and a movement. They dedicate their time, energy, ideas, research, and classrooms to the idea that women matter. They challenge pre-conceived ideas about what it means to be women and what it means to be feminist—lipstick or no lipstick. These are the women and men who take responsibility for the education of future feminists on our campus, with little recognition, and I want to thank them here for all of their hard work and commitment.

I am not Women’s Studies because Delilah Smith and the SAGE Center work hard to bring exciting and eye-opening programming to our campus that reaches out to the wider student body. Events like the DragFabulous Show, Women’s History Month, and sending students to the Young Feminist Leadership Conference in Washington, D.C. last week all help to build a feminist community on campus.

I am not Women’s Studies because our students are. Active student organizations like AWARE and ALSO show other students that patriarchy is not dead, that we are not in a ‘post-feminist’ age, that gender and sexuality and identity are still important and powerful concepts to be analyzed, interrogated, and questioned.

I am not Women’s Studies because the President’s Commissions on the Status of Women and on Diversity are doing great work on highlighting important issues relating to women faculty, staff, and students, on campus. It is they who graciously hold this ceremony and who recognize those who strive to further the cause of women’s issues and identity on campus.

My work these past few years has been about showing myself and those around me that Women’s Studies is much bigger than an individual. It is the Women’s Studies Council. It is the SAGE Center. It is AWARE and ALSO. It is the President’s Commissions on the Status of Women and on Diversity. It is our administration. It is our staff. It is our students. It is our community.

Say it with me: I am not Women’s Studies. Plymouth State University is Women’s Studies.

2009 – John Clark

June 29th, 2009 by Bridget

2008 – Robin DeRosa

June 29th, 2008 by Bridget

Kalikow Acceptance Speech

Here are three scenes:

Scene 1:  Teaching Ntozake’ Shange’s play for colored girls who have considered suicide. The WebCT Discussion Board has taken off.  One student has used the “n” word.  Other students have replied with “a” words to describe the n-word user.  And by “n” word, I mean “nigger,” and by “a” words, I mean “asshole,” “ass-brain,” and the understated, just plain “ass.”  The n-word user is thirty years older than the a-word users, and is pretty surprised by the whole thing.  After all, Shange herself uses the n-word all over her play, so why is it ok for her just because she’s black, but not ok for him just because he’s white?

Scene 2:  Teaching Queer Theory in a Literary Criticism class.  Student approaches me after class and asks me when we’re going to do the unit on Christian Theory.  Accuses me of bias.  Tells me her mother is going to issue a formal complaint to the dean.

Scene 3:  Last week.  Teaching “Identity and Difference in American Lit,” and showing transgender rock musical film Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Hedwig has just received his botched sex change operation, and is now singing about it.  Lyrics include, “I have a Barbie-doll crotch, a one-inch mound of flesh where my penis used to be where my vagina never was.”  I think it’s funny, and I smile serenely as I half-watch the movie for the ninth time.  Student walks out of room with backpack in the middle of class.  I follow.  He says he is nauseous.  I think he means he has the flu.  He means Hedwig makes him nauseous.  He won’t watch the rest of the film, and doesn’t care what that means to his grade.

It’s really fun and exciting business to teach courses about sex, gender, and identity.  Except when it’s not that fun at all.  A lot of times I wonder what the hell I am doing.  I mean, I know these texts inside and out, and I know how to help students develop their analytical thinking skills.  But am I supposed to be doing something else here?

In Scene 1, War of the N’s and A’s: am I supposed to tell the one student that the n-word isn’t allowed in class?  Am I supposed to tell the others that the a-word isn’t allowed?  Should I let them duke it out, and live with the consequences of using the language they choose?  How peaceful must a classroom be, and how safe?  Clearly that room had become tense and even a little hostile.  But that seemed ok to me.  But you don’t see a lot of teaching manuals called, How To Increase Hostility in Your Classroom.

So to Scene 2, about the Christian Theory.  I decided to look around for some Christian Literary Theory.  You know, Christian Literary Theory isn’t in the current Lit Crit textbooks, but it turns out it’s out there.  So I found some, and offered to read it with the student.  She declined the offer, which was oddly comforting to me.  But I kept thinking.  If I teach Queer Theory, should I be required to balance that out with Christian Theory?  Is Christian the opposite of queer?  Hmm.  Someone forgot to tell a lot of queer Christians about that.  Should students in my classes be required to accept non-normative sexuality as their Lord and personal savior?  Is it true that I have a gay agenda?  Does my whole field have one?  How should I grade a beautifully written paper that condemns the lesbian sexuality in a novel as “depraved” because it’s, well, lesbian?  How should I grade an error-free paper that celebrates Sherman Alexie’s book The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven because it “demonstrates the truth about Native Americans: that they are drunk and lazy all the time.”  Is my rhetoric about freedom of speech and students’ rights to disagree with me, with the law, and/or with each other actually empty?  Am I really trying to change these students’ minds?

So to Scene 3, Hedwig, his angry inch, and my nauseated student.  I did wonder why he wasn’t nauseated by the day’s reading, in which a seven-year-old girl is repeatedly raped by her stepfather, but he was nauseated by a drag queen in a yellow wig singing rock anthems to elderly folks at a scummy diner.  Should students have to sit in my class even if they feel like barfing?  Should my first-year students in Feminism be chained down while they watch porn during our final unit on, well, porn?  Even if I don’t chain them, is it fair to tell students that their discomfort will not be an excuse for their absence?  Is the goal of a good General Education program to induce nausea, verbal name-calling, or motherly complaints at least once per semester?

It really is risky to teach Women’s Studies.  And while the rewards are numerous, you do feel out there on the line in very personal and complex ways.  I don’t purport to get it right much of the time, but I give myself credit for being willing to do it.  And I accept this award on behalf of the teachers who take these risks even though it can make you feel like you’re a yellow rubber duck in a shooting game at an NRA carnival.

After a week of getting pummeled (which happens to be the week I just finished), I like to check myself into one of my personal triage units.  There’s the Women’s Studies Council, where people like Alice and Linda and many others patch me up with great conversation.  There are certain classes where certain students just revive me like a defibrillator, so thank you Meredith, Bob, Kimberly, Krystal, Nate, Audrey, Michelle.  There’s my home, where Roo and Phil always know how to help me take it down a notch.  And there’s drunken poker, where the best women on the planet cook for me and take my money, and Angie, Liz, Jeannette, Cathie, Evelyn, Tab, KK, and Ann—you are exactly what those sistahs in the 60’s were hoping our generation would turn out to be.   So I don’t want to be a downer with all this war and triage diction, but sometimes it’s helpful to remember that in this decidedly not post-feminist age, doing the work of a feminist teacher can occasionally be scary, unfun, and befuddling.  The real work has no blueprint, and I want to thank my colleagues and my students for slogging through the confusion and the thrill with me.  Thanks for recognizing me with this award.  Every feminist should have one of these hanging on her wall to remind us all that we’re in it together.

2007 – Rebecca Noel

June 29th, 2007 by Bridget

Acceptance Speech for 2007 Kalikow Award

by Dr. Rebecca Noel

What a wonderful treat to win this award, and what an extra pleasure to accept it on this momentous occasion, in the presence of PSU’s two female presidents, President Steen and, of course, Theo Kalikow herself. From the moment I learned of the Theo Kalikow Award’s existence, I’ve thought it was an award I’d love to deserve.

The founder of Mount Holyoke Seminary, Mary Lyon, lectured her young female students in 1843 about staying focused on work. She told them, “Ladies are turned aside by a thousand things, wh[ich] never interrupt gentlemen.” I’ve thought often of Mary Lyon’s words since I started teaching here. Although I’ve got a decent record on women’s issues and scholarship and teaching, the women’s work I’ve focused on lately is about helping women and men stay focused on work by securing more childcare for working parents in the Plymouth area. This is an initiative I didn’t plan or want. My family and I moved here in August 2004 from Montpelier, Vermont, a town only a little bigger than Plymouth. There, school-age childcare is available until 5:30 every weekday of the year, and many parents count on that. But in Plymouth, I was whacked again and again by shortfalls in childcare, starting with the month of August itself. How was I supposed to write syllabi, attend Faculty Week, move into my office, and meet my advisees when the town’s summer daycamps and the Child Development Center were closed? Then it turned out the afterschool program didn’t start until three weeks into the school year, and it didn’t meet on Fridays. In the spring semester came the February and April vacations, when the bottom dropped out of childcare completely. Another working mother here told me that a year earlier, her home afterschool provider had abruptly closed up shop, leaving several families high and dry. Every woman in those families cut back her work hours. In theory, childcare isn’t primarily a women’s issue. In practice, it frequently is.

Perhaps this explains why I did a lot of crying the first year—crying, followed by whining, fulminating, and hopping up and down. But although parent feedback, and I guess mine was among the noisiest, resolved a number of problems by my second year, the February vacation predicament was more stubborn. After another meltdown, I wrote a deceptively restrained email to all faculty and staff, asking how many people were frustrated by childcare gaps and what remedies would help. Within an hour, I had a dozen resounding replies from both moms and dads, and they kept coming. That quick, voluminous response was both gratifying and effective. I sent out a questionnaire to this circle, which was also distributed to parents of children at the Center, surveying interest in school vacation daycamps. Armed with persuasive results, I met with the elementary school principal over the summer and followed up later. In January, we enlisted the Parks & Recreation program director, and the daycamp was on. Still, we had to get enough kids to make the camp happen, and I got pretty busy with this part too. During an excruciating cold snap in early February, when the wind chill was something like -20, I found myself charging up the hill to stuff mailboxes at the Center with another copy of the daycamp flyer, thinking against that wind, This is so important to me that I am not actually cold! It was a little like being in the Salvation Army. The good news is that the daycamp ran with double the number needed, in only its first year. Yes, there were lots of other parents in this fix. By the way, the kids loved the camp.

Although I’m pleased with what’s been accomplished, this drive for more childcare feels selfish at times. It sounds as though I’m trying to spend less time with my kids, whom I love to infinity and beyond; and I know it’s not as urgent as many other women’s issues, like violence or inadequate health care or racism or not being able to eat. Of course, many women have to work for financial reasons, but staking demands for childcare purely on necessity carries an implied apology. It suggests that working mothers would not work if they could avoid it, which is close to agreeing they shouldn’t work if they can avoid it. That’s not true for me. When my kids were younger, I was underemployed, and I absolutely shriveled up. Even if I won the lottery, I’d keep this job, and I wouldn’t apologize. I know lots of women feel the same. Men don’t have to address this question at all.

Many parents at PSU and throughout this region struggle with childcare problems on an individual basis, and worrying about one’s own precious children and tricky workday often feels like personal small potatoes. But childcare is a big potato, with political, societal, economic, and historical dimensions, and it deserves a solution of commensurate seriousness and scope. I hope we can stay vocal and active in creating social solutions for this problem, as for others, until no one gets whacked by them anymore.

2006 – Wendy Palmquist

June 29th, 2006 by Bridget

Acceptance Speech for 2006 Kalikow Award

by Dr. Wendy J. Palmquist

First I want to thank those who have nominated me, both this year and in the past. No one can receive an award like this without people who think what an individual has been doing is worthy of such an honor, and I really want to thank those who feel I have done some things that are worthy.

It’s funny to see how much times have changed. When I came here in 1981 the Women’s Center was simply an office upstairs in Memorial, and Memorial was the bookstore. In those early days I served on the Advisory Board off and on, as it moved and grew. But I want to look back even earlier…times do change.

In 1966 when I was a freshman (oh, not a first year student in those days…definitely the word freshman) at Pomona College my entering class was the first allowed to refuse an old college tradition; it still was to be done, it was just encouraged, not required. You see, all the football players would come down to the women’s dorms (they were dorms, not residence halls, in those days) with large doctor’s scales, and it was “Weigh In Day” for the new women students…weights called out, and entered “officially.” My group refused to participate, but most of the new women did it…times do change.

Men were not allowed in women’s rooms except on Sunday afternoons, with the doors open, so there were a set of little alcoves off the lobby of all the women’s dorms, no doors, that were the “date rooms.” We had specific times we had to be in the dorm before the doors were locked and we had no keys, parietal hours. If you were late it meant trouble. So it was fun explaining to my parents when I was home for Thanksgiving that the huge piles of papers I had brought with me were not a class project; no, they were a survey for the student government to demand an end to parietal hours, with the surveyed students asked to choose from a variety of potential future rule structures. I got the task of accumulating and summarizing the data…I guess they decided I might grow up to teach statistics…but I was already interested in issues of equality, because, of course, the men had no such hours, could wander the campus at 3 am with no consequences. We were successful, though it took a couple of years to win the final full battle…times do change.

As a VISTA volunteer in the black inner city of Kansas City, Missouri, after graduation, I spent my spare time involved in the “consciousness raising” era, involved with a women’s group…which means somewhere I have an FBI file, because I later found that group listed as one of the groups that “if you belong to these groups you are considered to be a subversive, and the FBI has a file on you.” Uh, it was consciousness raising, in all the now funny stereotypical manifestations you can see in old movies…we were not exactly a threat to the country…but I guess in Nixon’s days we seemed like we might be…times do change…?

After frustrating a lot of very nice gentlemen along the way, I figured out I was gay when I was in graduate school. There are many tales to be told of those days, but I will save them for another time. I want to jump forward, to right before I came here, when I was a faculty member at SUNY Brockport. My first or second year there a female faculty member from another department that I did not know stopped me one day and told me that if I was gay, I should be quite careful to never allow anyone to figure it out, that I was already a little obvious. Scary words to hear in those days, for someone with no tenure, in an all male department. A couple of years after that I was invited to a faculty party by a woman department head I casually knew, not from my department, who told me there were some people I really should meet. And yes, there was the woman who had warned me, and probably the entire gay faculty contingent. To me the most stunning moment was when I realized that the two married couples who were there may have been married to each other…but their true partners were each in the other couple. Those were the days when a gay bar would have no sign, just a security guard by the door, and if you asked if this might be the place you were looking for, the guard would take a good look at you and say, yes, this is the place you are looking for…before you could ever say the name of the place….times do change.

So when I arrived at Plymouth , I came having made some very specific commitments to myself. I would be active in the women’s rights community, a group that went through many names and gradually grew and created many of the things we now take for granted. I was the youngest faculty member at those meetings…times do change.

And I decided that the only way to be honest was to be out, oh, not flamboyantly, but still, out, from the beginning. It’s made for some, shall we say, interesting times along the way…times do change.

And from the person teaching the only women’s studies course on the campus, the youngest founding member of the Women’s Studies Council, well, I guess I’ve gotten a little older…times do change!

But know that inside here there’s still that freshman, still refusing to be “weighed in” by the football team, dammit! Again, many thanks…keep the times changing, in the right direction!

2005 – Liz Ahl

June 29th, 2005 by Bridget

Acceptance Speech for 2005 Kalikow Award

by Dr. Liz Ahl

I’d like to thank the President’s Commission on the Status of Women for selecting me as recipient of the 2005 Theo Kalikow award, and the Women’s Studies Council and faculty, for creating an environment in which I have been able to support women in the rigorous and important work of claiming their own education. It’s truly an honor to be among the company of such inspiring women. It was especially wonderful to be selected alongside this year’s POWA award winner, Niki Snover. As I mentioned on Friday, Niki and I have taken a journey together here at Plymouth State, through writing courses, women’s studies courses, and extracurricular activities. She has been a great source of inspiration during the time I’ve known her.

When I was Niki’s age, I hadn’t yet discovered the wonderful world of Women’s Studies. I was an ambitious young writer, getting ready to head off to graduate school, and still thrilling at a recent discovery: one of my very favorite poets, Elizabeth Bishop, had apparently stipulated in her will that her work was not to be included in anthologies of “women’s writing.” She wanted to be one of the fellas, like Robert Lowell. I loved this. I couldn’t get enough of it. After all, it didn’t matter that I was a woman – I was a Writer. I was a Human Being. The women’s movement was over. I was just the same as everyone else. Just like any other writer. One of the fellas.

Only later would I be equipped with the philosophical framework that allowed me to re-examine my insistence that gender didn’t matter to me, had no influence on me, had no significant role in my work or identity as a writer. Only later would I have occasion to really question my privileged status as a college- educated white woman of upper-middle socioeconomic class, especially as it related to my writing and reading of poetry and my insistence on my “sameness.” Only later would I be able to see Bishop’s choice as having political dimensions that equaled the personal ones. Only later would I learn about the tangle of connections between the political and the personal.

It was Women’s Studies which, in graduate school and beyond, gave me what I needed to understand my complex and changing identity as a writer. Women’s Studies helped me gain a sense of identity as political, shifting, and contextualized. Women’s Studies afforded me the historical and cultural frameworks within which to read and understand many women writers from a range of political and aesthetic points of view. And it was Women’s Studies which gave me both the intellectual savvy to more fully comprehend Bishop’s choice and the courage to make my own choices.

And so I happily choose to call myself a woman writer and a feminist. I choose to be a member of the Women of Words, the League of Women Voters, and the Women’s Studies Council. I’m proud to have my poems included in _Times of Sorrow, Times of Grace_, an anthology of women writers from the Great Plains and High Plains. Elizabeth Bishop still dwells in the pantheon of women writers (writers who are women? women who write?) from whom I continue to draw inspiration and courage – Audre Lorde, Adrienne Rich, Muriel Rukeyser, Virginia Woolf, the list goes on. But I no longer romanticize Bishop’s choice.

And I am happy to be reaping the benefits of women who worked for change so diligently, many of whom also suffered so profoundly. I look around the campus and I see the fruits of their labor everywhere, especially lately. When we speak of “engaged pedagogy,” we owe a debt to Women’s Studies. When we speak of putting learners at the centers of our classrooms and enabling them to be active participants (rather than passive recipients) in their education, we owe a debt to Women’s Studies.

When I imagine Niki in her future middle- or high- school classroom, or when I imagine other young women and men I’ve had the privilege of working with taking what they’ve learned to their offices, their homes and families, their graduate studies, their elected representatives, their neighbors – I owe a debt to Women’s Studies. It’s a debt I plan to be paying back for many years to come.

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