Black girl dating a jewish guy

One thing remained constant, though: more boxes, more labels, not all of them choices. I was raised Jewish, running the gamut from Reform/Conservative all the way through to sectors of ultra-Orthodoxy. However, it really is so much more complex than that. I’m the daughter of a Jewish (white) mother and a Guyanese (Black) father. Our single race has been divided up into category upon subcategory, and this world forces you into just a single, specific, and limiting box.īut what does one do when you sit on the fence between two vast divides?

I’m human - at least that’s what I so naively assumed. What am I? Hmm… I’m a woman, a daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a friend, a lover of beautiful things, a designer, the list goes on. I have been asked this question on way too many occasions: in private, in public, by strangers, by people I was acquainted with, and by many who should have known better.