I was with about 20 men (many of whom were black) playing basketball on a basketball court. They tossed the basketball and finally someone threw it to me. I immediately held up my hands to signal time out, because I was unsure who was on my team. I asked someone who was on my team. Finally I threw the basketball to someone else and sat down on a bench with someone who began explaining who was on my team.

While sitting there, I look up and saw Weinstein's older brother, Paul, standing in front of me, and standing next to Paul was Weinstein himself. They weren't dressed in gym clothes, but were wearing street clothes. Weinstein didn't see me at first. Finally I punched Weinstein's leg with my fist. He then saw me and we began talking.

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