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When They See Us, I Saw Myself

A deeply personal framing that centers my emotional and intellectual reckoning as a viewer and as a Black woman raising sons.
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I don’t remember exactly where I first watched When They See Us. Was it in the theatre room at the Museum of African American History and Culture, seated among a corporate delegation that traveled with our CEO for Black History Month? Or was it in my living room, sittin…

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