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      <description>&lt;p&gt;I entered the hetero-identification room with trepidation. I had spent the months leading up to this moment talking to everyone I could: political activists, legal professionals, even a sociologist and an anthropologist. I needed help to pass the civil service exam and was willing to claim a right, yet I feared committing an injustice. Ahead of me, three people would evaluate my declaration: a white woman with a serene, compassionate gaze and a sweet, almost maternal way of speaking; a middle-aged man with brown skin (similar to mine) and a characteristic Black phenotype; and a younger woman with equally striking Black features. They were assisted by a young woman who greeted and guided me, a young man filming everything, and a third person recording the minutes. They all stared at me throughout the process.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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