I’ve just found out on my birth certificate that my Jewish grandfather’s name is from a Sephardic Jewish surname of Hebrew origin which has its roots in the same place where now is Jerusalem.
Nowadays, it’s all about who’s name sounds like a Jew and who’s name doesn’t and who’s the synagogue of the month and who doesn’t; instead of, who is a Jew and who isn’t.
In a heartbeat—pack my shit we are leaving.
Stranger; “Where were you born.”
Me; “In a black country.”
Stranger; “You’re not Black.”
Stranger; “Where do you live.”
Me; “In a white country.”
Stranger; “You’re not White.”
Stranger; “What are you.”
Me; “I am Gray.”
Stranger; “I knew it.”