I dug the idea that I was being perceived as the black sheep of my family, but for me, it was like, I was a rebel, and that to me was most important.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I'm like the black sheep of my family.
I was the black sheep of the family, and my mother never really understood me.
I was always a rebel in the sense that I always wanted to go my own road and do something that nobody else has done.
The only people who ever called me a rebel were people who wanted me to do what they wanted.
I did rebel. I was the rebel in my family, because my dad wanted me to go and just travel with him.
I don't think of myself as a rebel; I just say what I think.
I don't know what I would have done to rebel. I don't know what I was rebelling against.
It was natural to see the struggle for dignity for black people in America as a sister struggle of the Jewish struggle. So growing up, it was always a part of my breakfast cereal to think of myself as someone who was part of a larger struggle.
I was not cut out to be a rebel.
Being a black sheep is a way I would describe myself.