I remember the day I realized that I was indian/brown/colored. I remember being disappointed. I am insecure about the fact that no matter how much I try to shake it, some part of me believes that I would be better if I was white. That if I act American and reject my roots, that I … Read more
Existing and growing in a very multicultural environment it was always difficult until recently to distinguish and understand where do I belong and which mask is the most appropriate one. Moving from Russian to Israel then back and forth a few times created a puzzling self map throughout the years throwing me even further away … Read more
Being a Jew with a black father, living in Crown Heights is a strange experience. There is always a strong undercurrent of racism. Jews and Blacks (the shvartzes to use the unfortunate local parlance) have always had tension between them. Since moving to Crown Heights, I’ve heard the word flow like blessings. It drips out … Read more
