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I am almost done with the first episode and stopped it to write this review. The fear and terror of the racism captured by this director is spot on. My heart was pounding out of my chest as it reminded me of the racism I experienced in my life. I am white. I was raised in an all-Italian family that were about as racist as you could get (I did not subscribe to their racism at all). They did not see black people as human beings with feelings, a heart or a soul. The language they used I will not repeat. It was absolutely dehumanizing and degrading beyond anything you can imagine. Then one day my sister announced she was pregnant. And it was by a black man. Having a biracial nephew changed my life forever and I thank God for it. I helped raised my nephew, and it was during these years I began to understand a tiny bit of the racism black people go through on a daily basis. It changed me forever. I will never be the same. The looks we got from total strangers at the store (mostly white males): the stopping, the glaring, the pointing, the remarks. There were more than a few times I literally feared for our safety. Had we not been in a public store surrounded by people we would have been beaten within an inch of our lives. If looks could kill we would have been dead and through the floor. The devil possessed white people portrayed in this film (yep, I said it) brought it all back. That's not to mention the reaction from my father's racist side of the family. Let's just say we stopped speaking to most of that side of the family, and we are better off for it. There also were seemingly rational, educated otherwise normal people I was friends with and worked with, who upon learning my nephew was half black, literally lost their minds. They never looked at me the same again. Some of them didn't have to say a word. The look of disgust on their faces when I showed them his photos said it all. To the people who think racism magically disappeared, it hasn't. My nephew was born in the late 90s and that is when I experienced this absolutely totally unacceptable behavior from family, friends and strangers. Now that he is almost twenty-four, it hasn't stopped. If it wasn't for my nephew, I would have been one of those white people who thought racism had disappeared. So many people think because it isn't happening to them, it can't be happening at all. And I grew up in suburbia. This is what 99% of the people were like. This isn't an exaggeration. None of this will ever change until we learn to LOVE OUR NEIGHBORS AS OURSELVES. We must be the change we want to see.