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Yuliya22 [10]
2 years ago
5

This movie showed a lot of firsts for NASA. What was your favorite and why? in the hidden figure

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1 answer:
zlopas [31]2 years ago
3 0

Answer:

Well, there were a lot of firsts for both women, and the black community. For this one particular woman, for Katherine Johnson to be able to stand up and defend herself in front of many "superior" white men is everyone's favorite scene due to the empowerment you feel during that scene.

Explanation:

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