Archives for October 2001

Originally appeared in Silent News, October 2001.

“I feel it’s destroyed my life. I feel miserable and hurt, I liked my job,” Ken Cruise, Jr. says. “I feel intimidated by hearing people.”

Cruise, 39, was employed as a media technology specialist, covering three elementary schools in the Silver Lake Regional District in Plymouth County, Mass. He was hired on a probationary basis in January 2000 with the understanding that he would become a permanent employee after one school term. He was told he was “doing a good job” and given a $1, 400 salary raise in October 2000.

Cruise then was notified that his contract was being terminated on June 12, 2001. Cruise, stunned by this decision, was not given a reason for his termination. He had been given no performance evaluations, nor did he receive any negative feedback.

However, the apparent reason began to soon emerge. A senior teacher at one of the three elementary schools said in an affidavit that she overheard the school principal, Paul Kellogg, say, “sarcastically, words to the effects that it took him too much time to explain to Ken what he wanted done.”

Cruise is deaf, and blind in one eye. He communicates using sign language and lip-reading. When he was first hired, the schools did not initially know he was deaf and blind in one eye, though Paul Squarcia, the school superintendent at the time, had known. In an affidavit dated June 23, 2001, he said, “I was aware that Mr. Cruise was hearing challenged and that he was a lipreader.”

Squarcia retired on Dec. 1, 2000. In the affidavit, he continued, “…just prior to that date, I spoke with a number of school department personnel concerning Mr. Cruise’s work, and they were satisfied with his work.”

The senior teacher said, “In my opinion, based on my direct experiences with Ken, I consider him to be the best technician I ever worked with in the school system.”

Petitions were submitted to the Pembroke School Committee from all three schools protesting Cruise’s “sudden dismissal,” signed by over 70 teachers and staff.

Cruise also found that his position was advertised on May 8, though he was not notified of his dismissal until May 11.

The dismissal has taken its toll on Cruise. A licensed mental health counselor said in a letter that Cruise is suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder, and has been deeply affected by his sudden dismissal.

Gerald V. McKenna, the counselor, wrote in a letter to the court saying, “In short, many of the beliefs that Mr. Cruise held about security and his value have been negated by the series of trauma he has experienced. There has been significant damage done to his self confidence, his self esteem has been severely damaged, and his self imagine has been reduced to the lowest level.”

Cruise, who is represented by attorney Evans J. Carter, says that he had a hard time finding a job prior to this one, due to his deafness. “Seeking for a job for the deaf is not easy,” he says. He hopes that the case will enable him to get his job back, or at least pay him for the damages he has suffered.

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Originally appeared in Silent News, October 2001.

Silent News talked with Angela and Mike Kessler of Brooklyn, N.Y., two days after the September 11th attack in New York City. Angela was on the 24th floor of the building next to the World Trade Center (WTC) at her job as a secretary for the Internal Revenue Service. Both are deaf and have three children, one of whom was at Gallaudet University on the day of the plane crashes.

“I felt absolutely nothing, nothing. I was sitting there getting ready to have my coffee with two cups of ice, like I do every day,” Angela said. She had come into work at 7 a.m. “I didn’t even feel a boom, or hear anything – nothing.”

Angela was suddenly alerted by a running coworker, who screamed at her to get out of the building now. “I didn’t understand what was going on. She said ‘explosion, explosion,’ and ran to the window. I stood there and saw this huge hole in the building next to me. I stood there looking at this burning hole and couldn’t believe that this was happening.” Angela started to run out but realized she had left behind her purse, and more importantly, her Wyndtell pager on her desk. She ran back to her desk, grabbed these two items, and ran back out.

“We were all walking very hurriedly down the stairwells. We weren’t really pushing each other down, but we were a little aggressive – mostly people were just afraid.”

Angela climbed down all 24 floors, and came out to see utter confusion in front of the buildings. “Security officers were everywhere, and nobody really knew what to do. Everyone was standing around, trying to understand what had just happened. Security was screaming at us to back up, back up. I paged my husband and told him what was going on.”

One of Angela’s coworkers realized she had left her purse up on the 24th floor. Angela said, almost in disbelief, “So she and I ran around trying to find a security guard who would let us go back up to get her purse. We finally found one who took us up in the freight elevator. We then ran back down and got out of the building.”

Suddenly, the second plane crashed into the WTC. “We all were running from the smoke. I saw two people falling, and they were holding hands,” Angela said.

Mike had bought his pager only a week before after a long time of saying he didn’t need one, and says it was a godsend he had gotten his pager. “I didn’t think I needed a pager since my wife had one, but after a while, I jokingly said to my wife and sister that maybe I should get one in case ‘something happened – what if my plane crashes or someone bombs my building or whatever?’ I never thought that my words would come true. It’s just such a blessing that I got it last week.”

Mike, at home 17 miles away in Brooklyn, was overwhelmed by the sight of the WTC on television. “I was on AOL, trying to find out what was going on – and everyone kept IMing me, seeing if I was okay or if Angela was okay.”

Meanwhile, Angela was trying to escape from the site of the crashes as the darkened smoke roared towards her. “The smoke was just unbelievable. I just ran and ran and ran. Everyone was just running from it, just running. What else could we do? There was ash everywhere. It was hard to breathe, and everything was so dirty. It was all like a movie, surreal. I couldn’t believe that I was actually the one running from that big ball of smoke, like in the movies.”

Mike got so restless about having to stay home that he decided to go ahead and drive over to the area to try and find his wife. “When I got near the area, it was  impossible to drive anywhere. Cars were bumper to bumper…so I decided to try and take a different way.”

By now, Angela had made her way over to the Manhattan Bridge, about ten miles away. “My legs were so sore. I had sandals on that weren’t really designed for running or walking, and I had to clench my toes to hold onto them. Many shoes were everywhere from people taking them off to run. So much debris everywhere,” she said.

Dazed, she walked around, trying to figure out what to do next and trying to understand what had happened. “I just stuck to my pager. I learned about what had happened through pages, and I was shocked.”

Mike and she arranged to meet at the Brooklyn Public Library. “I told her to get there as fast as she could,” Mike said, “and stay put until I came. Just stay there.”

They finally met at about 2:00 p.m., a little more than five hours after the first crash into the WTC. “I saw her and we ran into each other’s arms saying ‘I love you, I love you,'” Mike said. “She said that she really needed me, and I held on to her.”

They went home, only to discover that the relay service wasn’t working. Angela has a hearing mother in Long Island, and was unable to contact her. “I had to e-mail my brother and tell him to tell my mother to get on the TTY, so I could call back directly rather than through relay.”

Angela and Mike sat there, glued to the television and AOL. Angela received a call from her employer on Thursday morning, saying that they would be relocated to another building, that she would continue getting paid. She also learned that every worker in her department had gotten out alive.

Mike and Angela credit their pagers for saving Angela’s life. “Many people were struggling with their cell phones, because the phone lines weren’t working,” Angela said. “But I had no problem in communicating with my family and friends because of my pager. I am so glad I ran back to grab my pager.”

Mike agreed. “My advice to all deaf people: get a pager. It’s lifesaving.”

“The trauma hasn’t really hit home for me yet,” Angela said, “But I know it will take great, great effect on Mike and me within the next few months.”

For now, Angela and Mike, who can no longer see the WTC buildings from their Brooklyn apartment as they did everyday for years, are focused on regaining their lives.

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Originally printed in Silent News, October 2001.

Man Works for LA Lakers

John Cortez, Jr., 5’1″ and 160 pounds, doesn’t quite measure up to Los Angeles Lakers Shaquille O’Neal’s 7’1″ and 315-pound frame. Their friendship, though, is something unique.

Cortez, 36, was a maintenance worker at the former arena of the Lakers, the Forum, when he got laid off. He was resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t come back to the Forum. “Shaq asked my boss where the ‘little deaf dude’ was. The boss told him that there wasn’t enough room for me to be employed with them,” Cortez said. “But Shaq wanted to see me work with the players and others, so he arranged to have me hired back.”

With this began the special connection Cortez has with Shaq. “In four years of working there, I had never visited the locker room. Finally, with Shaq, I was able to work in the locker room,” he said. “This was good, because players didn’t realize I was deaf and couldn’t hear what they were saying. I could be more focused and work on my duties.”

With the job comes some perks, like meeting famous people. “One time Michael Jordan walked into the locker room. I met him, and he tried to talk to me, but I told him I was deaf,” Cortez recalled. “He was very cool, which surprised me, about my deafness.”

“I also met Phil Jackson. His daughter knows sign language. He didn’t bother me, and I didn’t bother him. But we always say hello to each other at every game, just like I say hello to the players.”

Cortez has also worked as a water boy of sorts, giving players towels and water when they want it. “It’s an easy job,” he said. An easy job, perhaps, but one that is certainly coveted by many sports fans.

Another perk of the job is having access to game seats. Cortez attended the National Basketball Association finals game in Philadelphia. “I went there on June 11 until the 16th, and stayed at the hotel with the Lakers team. The team was glad to see me, because I am full of Laker spirit!” The Lakers went on to win the series and the world championship over the Philadelphia 76ers, 4-1. Cortez will receive a championship ring this fall.

Cortez, who currently lives in Fontana, Calif., graduated from the Colorado School for the Deaf and Blind in 1984. In addition to working for the Lakers, Cortez also is president of the Santa Ana basketball club, part of the FarWest Athletic Association of the Deaf. The club will host the Santa Ana tournament on March 8-10, 2002.

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Originally appeared in Silent News, October 2001.

I write this with a heavy heart.

A week ago today, the world seemed to end for many of us. And it did end for many people. Far too many people.

It’s convenient to think of the victims in numbers. “700, 5,000, 100.” That makes it seem all the more horrifying, all the more tragic. But start breaking the numbers down and you realize that each number represents that many personalities, that many hearts, and that many souls.

In the hours after the plane crashes, all of us reached out to each other. I, as I’m sure many of you did, received many, many e-mails from all over the world asking me if I was alive, if I was okay, especially since I am two hours from either Washington, D.C. or New York City.

So, on that day, people reached out to me and I reached out to my friends, one in particular – Moshe, a dear friend who I had met on a flight. He works as a financial analyst, and had flown out of New York City just a short time before the crashes. As soon as he landed in Ohio, he rented a car and drove all day and night to return to his wife and five kids in Long Island. He and I had somewhat of a spat the week before, but when he responded from the air saying he was alive, we immediately forgot about our silly quarrel.

I then learned that one of the Kesslers, who have a home just down the street from mine, had been next to the World Trade Center. After I interviewed them on Sept. 13, I went home, got my dog and took her to the local park as I do every day. Only, on this day, the park was completely deserted except for a man jogging around the pond wearing a t-shirt that had the U.S. flag on it, and a father with his son playing. I walked my dog a little, replaying and replaying what I had just been told by the Kesslers.

The more I thought about their words of what they had experienced, the more stunned I became. I sat down on a bench. Watching the lone jogger, I saw a flagpole next to the pond that I’d never noticed before, and the flag was at half-mast. I looked down and watched my dog, wearing an American flag bandanna around her neck sniffing innocently on the ground. Ducks swam by.

I started crying and feeling horribly guilty about being able to go to the park. The images from the past 48 hours of being glued to my television finally came down on me all at once – especially the footage I’d seen of people falling the night before. It all was so incomprehensible to me. I sat there, sobbing for about ten minutes in complete anguish and feeling completely afraid for my family, my friends and myself.

I’d like to say that someone came over and comforted me and then I knew everything would be okay. That’s not what happened. I got up, finished walking the dog, and still was crying by the time I went home. How could I not? All these people died.

Today, a week later, I went to the food store and saw people break down in tears in the aisles. I still cry even as I write this. We’re still in deep mourning, and will be for a long time to come.

We have united and shown a strong front, but we should also not forget our fears. Just over ten years ago, when President George Bush declared that we were going to war, I sat in frozen fear. I was a senior in high school. But my fears were quickly washed away with our easy victory. Other priorities, while always existent, eventually brushed my patriotism aside.

Our worst fears were confirmed again on September 11, and they may well be confirmed again and again. All we can do, though, is try and remember the individuals – not groups, but individuals – who died. We as a nation must weep. But we must also ensure that our patriotism, our love, and our remembrance do not wear off like ten years ago.

I have a card a coworker gave me years ago when there was a death in my family. It has a few lines inspired by a Greek verse. I think what it says is the best thing we can do right now, in addition to never forgetting.

Hope, it conquers the sorrow.
Shout, it eases the heartache.
Cry, it soothes the pain.
Pray, it becomes peace.

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Originally appeared in Silent News, October 2001.

Part of every sporting event is an unchangeable, immobile and everlasting staple: the fans. And for children, there’s nothing more poignant than a parent cheering a child on.

But what if the parent’s cheering becomes angry and demanding? What if the anger becomes directed at other students or the coach?

A parent becoming angry over decisions made in sports is a common frustration for coaches across the nation. “Sideline rage,” the term coined for this anger, has become a public issue within the last three years, especially after a player’s father was jailed for beating another player’s father to death. In Las Vegas, a parent poisoned the opposing team’s players during a soccer game. Search the web, and you find article after article about parents who project their frustrations and anger on anyone available at games.

In many of these cases, parents get upset over their children not playing enough – especially when they pay fees for league sports. At deaf schools, coaches struggle to decide whether to give equal playing time to all athletes no matter what their skill levels are, or to strive for a good win.

“We were playing at a school, we were leading all the way and we lost in overtime,” Dave Olson of Minnesota says. “One of my players’ dad – who was deaf – came up to me in the locker room and yelled at me for being so passive at the very end of the game and felt I should do that and that.”

Other coaches echo similar experiences. “Two parents approached me, inquiring why I hadn’t played their boys. It was a very close game, so naturally, I put in my best players,” Mark Martin* says. “However, these boys had not been committed in practices and were put on the third or fourth string squads. I made it very clear that their boys needed to prove their commitment and dedication to the football team, and I talked to the parents in front of the boys.” The parents eventually realized that their anger was misdirected, and apologized to the coach for their anger.

“It’s frustrating, because often we are faced with limited numbers of players. Parents often expect us to play each and every player, even when the player doesn’t have the skills or has not earned the privilege to play,” Albert Smith* says. “It’s a struggle for me as a coach between whether to give equal playing time, or to give wins.”

Many of these coaches grew up in the very same schools they coach at today, and often have their own children or relatives attending or working at the schools, so the outrage from parents may sting even more. Smith recalls a situation where he had grown up with the parent of one of his players. “Suddenly he ran over to me and started hurling all these insults at me from years ago when we had gone to school together. I looked at him and asked why he was doing this in front of my players. I felt completely undermined and disrespected,” the coach remembers. “Later, he apologized, but in private. So basically all the people who saw him screaming at me didn’t see the quiet apology and I felt like my coaching reputation had been tainted. His son never treated me the same after that, either.”

Even deaf referees are not immune to this anger from parents or fans. Jesse Bailey, who is a deaf referee and also a coach, recalls an incident where he was working a game with another referee. A parent got upset with a call, which was a correct call, and “hollered his lungs out. My partner saw him and pointed to him, telling him to get out of the gym, which obviously resulted in a technical,” Bailey says. “My partner then spoke to the fans telling them to calm down and enjoy the game. He also told them that we as referees are just trying our best and doing our jobs. The fans, in turn, quieted down rest of the game.”

But perhaps we are overlooking the most important factor: the player. Often players become humiliated by their parents’ anger and rage, or feed off their parents’ rage. A coach from Wisconsin encountered two such situations.

“At one school, the persuasive parents of my player usually brought up issues about my coaching style, but they’d do it during actual game times. They also once criticized one of the other players and told their son that the player wasn’t as good as him, in front of the crowd. It really humiliated their child to see his parents making fools out of themselves in front of the whole school,” says Randy Shank, formerly of Wisconsin and currently of Minnesota.

Why do coaches experience such frustrations? The coaches cite several reasons, including qualifications for being a coach. Martin says, “It is very difficult to obtain qualified coaches for sports in schools. Some try their best but simply do not have the skills or knowledge necessary for appropriate discipline in that certain sport.”

Another reason cited is support from the school. “If the school does not give enough support, then the sports programs weaken very easily,” adds Martin.

Shank also encountered another set of parents who took more drastic action. While coaching at a school that had a very small number of players in its third year of basketball, the team was participating in a weekend tournament, and advanced to the semi-finals for their second game. The parents were upset that their son had not played during the first game and confronted Shank before the second game with their son in tow.

“They threatened me with a lawsuit if I didn’t let their son play in that night’s game,” Shank says. Stunned, Shank asked the player, in front of the parents, how he felt about not playing. “He was very embarrassed. I tried to explain to the parents that the night before was a very close game with a difference of one point. I couldn’t just let the substitute players come in for the sake of playing.” The parents reinforced their threat, and Shank decided to let the player participate when the game was ahead by 20 points.

The next day, Shank met with the parents. The parents and Shank discussed the matter at length, including a moment where the parents asked the son how he felt about not playing. The son said that he knew he was not the best player for that game, and agreed with the coach’s decision not to use him. The son also said that he was happy to see his friends play so well.

“I was fortunate that the school backed my decision and we were able to come to an agreement with the parents. But it really shocked me that parents would go that far just for a game rather than having their child participate in other ways, perhaps as a manager, or even as a fan,” Shank says.

Even so, not all schools are so supportive. One coach tells of how he was mistakenly accused of giving a student a bruise, and placed on persona non grata status, which meant he could not come on campus nor practice for the upcoming game. Later, the student clarified that a faculty member with mediocre signing skills had misunderstood him, and that the bruise came from an incident outside of practice.

The coach was reinstated, but not without wounded pride. “Fortunately, we won the homecoming game. Even so, why would I want to continue coaching for a school that hired incompetent people who aren’t fluent in sign language and cause situations like this?”

Communication between the coach and the parents is also another factor. Robin Johnson of Minnesota says, “The biggest problem, from what I know and think, between parents and coaches is lack of communication on both sides of their roles influencing the players, on and off the court.” He states that parents often jump to conclusions on reasons for why their child(ren) aren’t being used, and coaches often are not honest enough or clear enough on the players’ capacities in playing based on skill or experience.

A deaf parent of two graduates of a deaf school who are now in their twenties, Ron Sipek of Illinois agrees. “Parents need to understand that coaches do their best and try to let players play as much as possible, but coaches also are supposed to win games.”

“When my son was younger, he was a good baseball player, but often sat out many games. I knew there were other competitive players on the same team. I told him he needed to practice and commit himself to practice so he could improve,” Sipek recalls. “It was good for him, and he came out fine.”

“I think my coaches are always right about their decisions,” says Ryan Johnson (no relation to Robin), an eighth grader at the Minnesota State Academy for the Deaf. “I will always accept my coaches’ decision if they let me play or not. If they won’t let me play, then I know that I need work harder and improve myself.”

“As a coach, I wish parents do understand that coaching deaf sports isn’t easy, with inadequate players to choose from, lack of practices per week, communicating with them while they’re on the court, dealing with their academics and dormitory conflicts,” Johnson says. “Parents’ attitudes do influence students or players’ attitudes in a big way, more so than coaches realize, I think.”

“Frequent meetings with parents sure help. I often use a three-strikes-and-you’re-out policy, but I talk with the parents and students to make sure they understand this,” Martin agrees.

Many schools, such as the Model Secondary School for the Deaf, enforce a code of conduct, with parents and players signing agreements to abide by the code. Are they helpful? Bailey says, “Yes! Definitely. School gyms, mostly middle schools, have permanent boards hanging on gym walls explaining codes of conduct. When I first saw one, I thought, ‘Wow, that’s decent’ because obviously, they are considerate about surrounding areas in the gym, not just the games and/or players.”

Overall, it’s clear that a strong relationship between parents and coaches are needed for a successful athletic experience for the students. “Parents have important roles,” Sipek says. “They need to communicate with their coaches, but they can’t just demand. At the same time, coaches need to be fair and know that winning is not everything all the time.”

For a sample code of conduct, visit the National Youth Sports Safety Foundation’s website at www.nyssf.org.

* Not their real names.

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Originally appeared in Silent News, December 2001.

Never before have pieces of mail seemed so suspicious, so frightening. Once, letters and parcels were a welcome guest in anybody’s mailbox. Now, they’re regarded with caution. Offices are using gloves to open mail. Envelopes with no return addresses are triggers for alarm.

This, of course, is due to the anthrax scare of late. Anthrax, a form of bacteria that can be deadly if not treated immediately, has been found in seven postal facilities in New Jersey, and 17 people have been infected either by the inhaled form or the skin form. Letters received by NBC anchorman Tom Brokaw and U.S. Senator Tom Daschle of South Dakota were both mailed from the same post office in New Jersey, along with several other letters: the Hamilton Township Post Office.

The Hamilton Post Office, located in a small town on a quiet highway outside of Trenton, serves as a processing center for 46 branches, and has 1,100 employees. At least 16 of these employees are deaf.

Communication, as seems to be the case in every major event or crisis in the society at large, has been a problem for the deaf postal workers. When the first case was found at Hamilton, the sudden presence of emergency vehicles and media trucks on Oct. 13 were confusing for some of the postal workers. John Munn, whose wife Jayne also works at Hamilton, said that he was working when he found out about the coworker that had been infected. “I didn’t know what was going on, so I asked other employees and was really scared.”

“I first learned about the anthrax incident from the news where it was first found in Florida,” Ron Arrigo of Trenton, N.J., said, “and then there was a meeting in my post office about the fact that the tainted mail actually went through our building.” There was no interpreter present at the Oct. 15 meeting, although a co-worker who knew some sign language helped fill the deaf employees in on the proceedings.  Another meeting was also held on Oct. 18, when the post office closed. No interpreter was provided, but again a co-worker wrote a few notes to Arrigo, who has worked for 18 years in the small parcel box sort department. “She wrote a few lines for a meeting that lasted 20 minutes.”

At a gathering of the Hamilton deaf postal workers on Nov. 10, 15 of the workers echoed each other’s frustrations and concerns to Silent News. According to the workers – who, on the average, have worked 15 years or more for the post office – an interpreter is rarely provided for daily interactions or emergency situations, although one is provided for their biweekly meetings.

Almost all of the workers were immediately put on Cipro, an antibiotic used when doctors are unsure of the effects of an infection. “We were all sent to the hospital to be put on the medication,” Flora Hill of East Windsor, N.J., said. “There was a long line and nobody really understood what was going on.”

“There was no interpreter provided at the hospital, either,” Arrigo said. One of the deaf workers, Helen Rojas, went to the hospital to be given Cipro, and was confused when she was denied the medication. Later, she found out that since she already was being treated with antibiotics for her cold, she didn’t need to be put on Cipro.

After seven days, each worker was then put on Doxycycline for eight weeks. Many of the workers said that they were surprised by the hefty side effects of Cipro, such as extreme nausea, diarrhea, and weakness.

Each worker was given one of several options: be transferred to another facility, using vacation time or sick leave, or leave without pay until further notification. Arrigo, who has a deaf wife and two deaf children, said, “I opted to take the leave without pay until I could decide what I should do. I don’t want to put my children at risk, nor do I want to put myself at risk.”

While a select few also opted for leave without pay, most are still working at different facilities. Shuttle buses are provided to those who are used to driving to Hamilton, and many workers are determined to not let the scare stop them. Ronald Chisolm of Bear, Del., works as a clerk. “I work in an office rather than out on the floor, so I’m not as much at risk as the others. Still, it’s very isolating because I am the only deaf [person] in my office – and often I am left out about what is going on.”

“Most of us are finding out updates, information and important details from TV, newspapers and the Internet,” added Hill.

“I am very disappointed about how they handled all this from the very beginning. They were very vague about the seriousness of this and kept us in the building without notifying us that the tainted letters actually went through the building and what danger it could be for us,” Arrigo said.

Apparently, the lack of information for deaf workers isn’t limited to Hamilton. A Washington Post story reported on Nov. 2 that 25 deaf employees at the Brentwood facility in Washington, D.C., were frustrated by the lack of notification and communication with supervisors and managers and demanded a meeting to be updated.

Elsewhere, deaf postal employees have reported the same lack of information. Dave Litman of St. Paul, Minn., said, “For me personally, it was not until one week after the initial service talk that I got any information pertaining to anthrax, and even then I had to request information.”  Tim Sisley of Glen Ellyn, Ill. said, “We were not notified until a few days later of the anthrax scare when we had an emergency meeting.”

However, Jeff Bowen, a city carrier in Prairie Village, Kan., said that there was a meeting called for all deaf workers at his facility. “There was also a videotape about anthrax and what we should do with it.”

Meanwhile, back at Hamilton, the deaf postal workers continue to wonder about their future. Jayne Munn said, “My 19-year-old daughter was really upset to learn that I was going to keep working. She was hysterical, crying and begged me not to work. But I have to work, it’s my living.”

The Hamilton facility continues to be closed until further cleaning and testing are completed. Makeshift mobile offices have been established in front of the building, with police presence.

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