Reply #71: Once upon a time, a long time ago,

[OmmmSweetOmmm]

I must have been 15 or 16. I was standing in front of my apartment building in Queens, NY (a borough of NYC) and a man passing me on the street looked into my face and called me a dirty Jew. And he walked on. It was the only time in my life that someone addressed me in a discriminatory manner for my ethnicity and I felt polluted. Not for being a Jew, but that such hate can exist in another human being for someone they didn't even know. I cannot even imagine how your mother handled discrimination from others, but even more so, her discrimination for herself.

Please give her a warm hug from me.