Here is what has been piercing me since watching this documentary: not once during the film were the words “white” or “whiteness” used. Twenty minutes or so into watching, I went back to the beginning of the documentary to see if I had missed something. From that moment on, I waited. Needless to say, I waited for nothing. The absence of “whiteness” as a framework, came at me like a brick when the images of Arline Kercher, Meredith Kercher’s mother were shown.

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