Most people DON'T watch shows like this because it's tragic and our lives are tragic enough as it is. But this isn't fiction. It happened in real life and any one of us could have been one of Central Park Five. The cast was undoubtedly outstanding. Jharrel Jerome deserved the Emmy he won. I can't help but think about those solitary scenes and how hard Korey was trying to cling to his sanity. Watching this, of course, increases the hypervigilance of my existence and how I am perceived by the world. Am I bound to racist and societal stereotypes? Will I ever be able to break free from them? Will the system ever be for the people? Because this story has two perspectives: the victim of the rape, and the victims of false accusations (Central Park Five). The system couldn't find a villain since they were both victims, so they decided to pick one: the easy one. The one believable to the public and themselves because it made more sense and would give the rape victim justice and closure, but they forget these boys were victims. They had their childhood, innocence, and voice stolen from them because people believed in certain stereotypes of colored people. Stereotypes made by them. New York paid Central Park five 41 million, but I don't think money and forgiveness can change what they did, and what they made these boys go true. It will define them forever. It will haunt them forever. And that makes it more painful. Plus, Moon River by Frank Ocean was the cherry on top. I was bawling my eyes out.