ABSTRACT
When others ask me what I am, I say I am Jewish. I cannot categorize myself in any other way. Both of my parents were Jewish; all four of my grandparents were part of the large Russian Jewish migration at the turn of the last century. However, apparently, like others who were requested to write for this volume, I also responded to Beverly that I was not representative and could not speak for other Jewish people. In fact, as the years have passed, I have come to feel more and more different and alienated from Jewishness as I experience it in America today. This was not always so for me, and it is a source of considerable pain.
