Rachel E. Gross

Does ‘Half Chinese, Half Jewish’ Condemn Me To Being Neither?

When I was four years old, my father introduced me to his colleague, Jing. “Are you Chinese?” I asked, eyeing her shrewdly. “Yes,” she replied. “So am I,” I said. “And shoe-ish, too!” My father likes to tell this story, I think, because it illustrates my self-assurance: Even at that young age, I knew exactly…