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      <title>Marvin Blackshear</title>
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      <description>&lt;h1 id=&#34;marvin-blackshear&#34;&gt;Marvin Blackshear&lt;/h1&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;It was the only time I&amp;rsquo;d ever seen my father cry.&lt;/p&gt;&#xA;&lt;p&gt;January 1994, St. Luke&amp;rsquo;s Hospital in Racine, WI, third floor mental health unit. A month or so before, I&amp;rsquo;d started a fire at school and not taken it very seriously when they interrogated me. A game of telephone started, and I quickly found myself involuntarily committed. Six weeks of intense inpatient treatment, alongside a motley collection of troubled kids ranging from age six to seventeen. Some of them had severe mental health problems, others were simply in the court system but hadn&amp;rsquo;t yet done anything bad enough to get sent to juvenile detention. Inpatient care for &amp;ldquo;behavioral problems&amp;rdquo; was a first step towards that more serious outcome.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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