Black, White, and Jewish: Autobiography of a Shifting Self
In a memoir about the power of race to share one's personal identity, the daughter of Jewish father and African-American mother recalls her confusing but ultimately rewarding life lived between two conflicting ethnic identities. When Mel Leventhal married Alice Walker during the civil rights movement in the late 1960s, his mother declared him dead and did not reconcile until after the birth of her first grandchild. After Mel and Alice divorced, their daughter, Rebecca, alternated homes every two years, spending time in Mississippi, Brooklyn, San Francisco's Haight Ashbury, Washington, D.C., the Bronx, and suburban Westchester. With each new place came a new identity and desperate attempts to fit in: as white or black, as Puerto Rican or Jewish, as a party girl, a fighter, or a lover. Confused, and mostly alone, she turned to sex, drugs, books, and a cast of dangerous and thrilling characters. Black, White, and Jewish is the story of a child's unique struggle for identity and home when nothing in her world told her who she was or where she belonged. Poetic reflections on memory, time, and identity punctuate this gritty exploration of race and sexuality. Rebecca Walker has taken up the lineage of her mother, Alice, whose last name she chose to carry, and has written a lucid and inventive memoir that marks the launch of a major new literary talent.
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My father walks up slowly, cautiously looking at Mr. Price Is Right as he puts his
hand on my father's elbow. "Mr. Lev- enthal," he says, "you can have your pick of
any girl you want. I have some of the best and brightest right here." For a second
STOP y mother takes my hand and leads me into her study. It's the small room at
the front of the apartment, the room to the left when you first walk in the door. We
walk past the single bed on the floor, over to the window with the sliding glass ...
I focus on Andrew waiting in the car, and don't allow myself the feelings settling in
my stomach. I say things in a patronizing tone, like, Well, it had to happen
sometime, and This just won't work. With one hand I touch Michael's head.
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I read this as part of the Free Library's immigrant stories collections. I enjoyed this.. even if it isnt your typical immigrant story. It is more of how she felt likea stranger no matter where she ... Read full review