Israel was founded the same year that my dad was born. His family fled Eastern European pogroms, coming to America where they weren't so afraid of persecution and hatred. Yiddish defined the boundaries of his neighborhood and everything within it, a homage to a homeland left behind. The funny, accented words he inherited from his father meant little by way of identity because being American with no hyphenate was the dream, something they had achieved.
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