For the New York Times Journalism Institute.
In the summer of 1996, Will Robertson was in the Five Points neighborhood of Atlanta when he noticed a woman whose walk was familiar to him. He grabbed her by the shoulder and yelled, “Why’d the hell you lie to me? Why’d you make me think that you were dead?” The woman, unaware that her stride had reminded Mr. Robertson of his wife, who had recently died, and also unaware that he was high on crack cocaine, gave him a hug in return.
This was how Mr. Robertson’s journey to Harlem United began, he said.
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Janaya Greene 