A tale of two Christmases

Off the Beat

I’m dreaming of a (non)white Christmas — two of them, actually. Being Coptic Christian means that my official Christmas falls on Jan. 7. But my family has adopted a tradition of having a small Dec. 25 Christmas, too, a way of making a Western holiday our own. Our wooden dining
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Am I woke yet?

Jew-ish

What’s whiter than a 4-month-old jar of mayonnaise? An Ashkenazi Jew. It’s always amusing to me when people express their shock that I, a woman paler than Casper the Friendly Ghost, am ethnically Middle Eastern. My grandmother has dark(er) skin, as does my mother. I just happen to be whiter
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No longer an invisible minority

Cultural Crossroads

The first time I learned to identify myself as “white” on official government papers, I thought it was rather funny. To 12- year-old me, the term “white” did not extend beyond skin color, and the thought of me being identified in this way was so blatantly wrong that I didn’t
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