She was the first person I spotted when I walked into the room. She sat behind a school desk, two thick black braids, denim overalls resting over a Gap T-shirt. Her skin, not entirely like mine, had a reddish undertone. She wasn’t half-black like me, I was sure of that. But since we were at Shul, I determined she was Jewish like me. And I’d never met another Jewish person who wasn’t white.
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