Op-Ed: How I learned to embrace my Black and Jewish heritage
LA TimesIn the small town in New Jersey where I grew up, the Jewish population was almost nonexistent. It was bad enough I was one of the only Black kids in our school, but to reveal being half Jewish meant I was going to be known as “the Black Jew” — a heritage of two of the most oppressed peoples in history. But through a string of personal encounters with family members and with history, I eventually came to think that maybe my Black identity was connected to my Jewish identity, as I found common themes between our peoples’ experiences. A historian invited those who had Jewish relatives to search the museum’s Database of Holocaust Survivor and Victim Names. In the decades since visiting the Holocaust museum, since the passing of both my paternal grandparents, since mending the relationship with my father, I have continued to build my own links to my Jewish roots.
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