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August 1, 2018
The broad-shouldered man sitting in a front-row chair leaned over and looked fiercely at me. “I’m a mean guy.” He looked as though he could snap logs in half with his bare hands.
When I unexpectedly laughed, his features softened. He said he was also a “helper,” attending what was advertised recently as a “compelled speech” panel, in case security needed support dealing with protesters. He pointed to the security men, who were wearing suits but standing alertly, at each corner of the large auditorium packed with more than 700 people.