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REIDA PUSHED the hotel trolley with the irrka drum into the middle of the floor.
Judge Hermans yelled at the guards to get these people out of the room, but the security guards hesitated, which probably had something to do with the guns on my team’s arm brackets.
Then she yelled at me to control them. I had no inclination to do as she said.
I stood at the front row of the public gallery, a position from which I could see over the floor. A lot of other people had come into the courtroom after my team had let the door open and distracted the security. They were some of the people who had been waiting in the foyer, a lot of colourful Africans, journalists of minor and unapproved news services and anti-Execo activists.
Ynggi slipped from his seat next to me and jumped over the banister
