As my name might suggest, I'm Jewish. My grandparents were Polish and Russian Jews who came to Australia in the late 1920s, and had they not, we wouldn't be talking now.
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My family is from Russia and Poland. We never had that thing with the German Jews.
My mom was Jewish, so some would call me Jewish.
I'm Russian Jewish. And I had to grow up really quickly.
My father's Jewish, so my world is Jewish whenever I go home.
Both of my parents were first-generation Americans, the children of Jews who left Eastern Europe around the turn of the century.
My dad was Jewish. My mom is not. So I was not raised anything.
I'm Italian, but some people think I'm Jewish because I work the Yiddish. I also work the Italian, by the way.
I was nearly a teen-ager before I stopped assuming that everyone I met was Jewish.
As I was growing up, you know, I'm a white Jewish American born to Holocaust parents. My father fled Nazi Germany in 1939 and my mother's family had fled the czars of Russia before that.
I really don't even think of myself as being Jewish except when I'm in Germany.