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On March 3, I joined several dozen other aspiring denizens of the kingdom of Wakanda at Toho Cinemas in Roppongi Hills for a “Black Panther” viewing party, hosted by a talented Jamaican songstress named Monique Dehaney. There we were, this mass of blackness — of the like I’m sure many of the Japanese onlookers who gawked at, photographed and applauded us had never seen.

We were quite the unapologetic spectacle, decked out in our African garb — dashikis, robes, gele (head scarves) and gowns, fully immersed in the spirit of the evening. We were an awesome sight.

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