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Questions loomed around my Blackness -- from my hair to my speech -- to why I wore braids and how I didn't sound like I was "black", but rather I "talked white." The nuances of racist rhetoric and daily microaggressions of being both Black and a woman -- a Black woman -- have been incessant, annoying and at times, dismaying.
The arts present opportunities for us to be deeply uncomfortable and yet totally safe. And for me they have become a space for radical transformation. Most recently I was reminded of this during Lupita Nyongo's performance in Eclipsed, a story of the women of the Liberian civil war, at the Public Theater.