I struggled with my feeling of being othered for much of my childhood because I also was (and am) white, with pale skin and blue eyes. Why did I feel so out of place, so othered when I also had and continue to hold white privilege? Part of it was that many of my peers and teachers immediately labeled me as Jewish, and being as I was both a secular Jew and a first-generation American whose parents took the more assimilationist approach of the times, I was largely estranged from my ancestry — from my cultural, spiritual, and ethnic roots. If I was white, why did I feel so different, I would ask myself.
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