By Jesse Marx
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The air inside the tobacco trial document depository is dry. Stay for an hour and your throat becomes parched. Stay another and your eyes start to burn. The 26 million pieces of paper housed at the warehouse, a stack of which would dwarf the IDS tower, suck moisture from the air like a gigantic sponge. A faint alchemy of dust and ink and stale breath wafts through the place--the smell of a legal landmark in the making. (The case could go to the jury or be settled out-of-court by the end of this week.) Nearly 11,600 brown file boxes are stacked ceiling-high on metal shelves here, stuffed with tobacco-industry memos, meeting minutes, research data, press releases, and ad copy--in all, some of the most controversial documents ever wrangled over in a U.S. courtroom. The State of Minnesota and Blue Cross Blue Shield vs. Philip Morris Inc., et al. has taken the building by paper storm.
Considering the high-profile inventory that's been filling the depository since late 1995 when the trial judge ordered it established, you might expect it to wear a more majestic façade, something with broad marble steps and stately granite pillars. But the documents are stored in the rear of the Hennepin Business Center, one of those squat, smoked-glass-and-brick office parks favored by high-tech entrepreneurs. Tucked into a spaghetti junction off I-35W, across from a Dairy Queen and an E-Z Stop in Northeast Minneapolis, the building sits on an island of concrete and pruned junipers. There's no sign on the door, no indication that the depository--christened the "Depot" by veteran staffers--opened its doors (previously shut to all but a few trial attorneys) to the public under court order by Ramsey County Judge Kenneth Fitzpatrick on April 13.
Even with the order, security around the Depot is tight. A receptionist buzzes visitors in through locked doors, signs them in, and, as if reciting a mantra, asks them to surrender their bags. "You'd be surprised," she says, with a hint of intrigue in her voice. "I've had to wrestle a few reporters for them." The avalanche of legal papers--known around here as the "populations"--is stashed away safely behind a heavy fire door. Only a handful of people have been granted ready access to them. When the attorneys general of Iowa and Michigan visited a couple of weeks ago, they were politely denied access to the Depot's back rooms. "They weren't on my list," says Aldis Jatnicks, a clean-cut computer whiz who, like several of his fellow veterans, looks like he could benefit from some sunlight.
The impressionist print, the stylish floor lamp, and the fresh coat of paint in the makeshift reception area weren't here a month ago. In the old days, before the news cameras and legal VIPs were allowed in, the Depot looked like a temporary bunker--boxes crammed into the now-orderly foyer, pop cans littering the computer tables, clipboards nailed to bare walls. "Everyone figured if it's just going to house paper, why decorate?" Jatnicks says.
In the back rooms, bathed in fluorescent light, two dozen workers cart documents back and forth through the narrow corridors like laboratory mice in a maze. They dart through the doors leading to the populations, locating boxes by their shipment number and color-coded dots, climbing ladders to snatch files off the top shelves, stealing breaks among the towers of legalese and insider memos and ad-blitz blueprints. The carpet is faded and fraying. Raw drywall and smears of sealing mud, where a door was erased or a new partition erected, show signs of a recent reconfiguration of the Depot's circulatory system to make room for another truckload of boxes from Brown & Williamson in Georgia, Philip Morris Inc. in Virginia--any of the eight defendant companies that filed the motion to open these rooms to the public in exchange for financing the entire operation.
"You can't be claustrophobic and work here," says Cindie Smart, owner of Smart Legal Assistants, the firm tapped in October 1995 to serve as keeper of the Depot. As she tells it, in late September 1995 her lawyer friends began buzzing about the trial and the possibility of a central warehouse to store the mass of paperwork sure to be involved in the case. Smart, whose company has helped administer big environmental cases for the past decade, had never before taken on as large and complicated a project as the depository. Then again, there'd never been a trial like this one that she could recall. She sent a bid to the court, and a couple of weeks later Smart Assistants landed the contract. The firm had two weeks to set up headquarters and staff it--including deep security checks on all employees--before the trucks began rolling in. In one stroke, Smart says, she was presented with a huge empty room and told to imagine it filled.
Adam Taylor was a longtime investment banker before trading his suit for jeans and a T-shirt and joining Smart's ranks at the Depot. "I figured it was a good place to relax," he says and laughs. There was a lot more open space around the office back then, Taylor adds a bit wistfully. "There were only 40 boxes or so in the first shipment being put into this massive space. I thought, 'There's no way we're going to fill this place up.'"