Judith A Harper,
Years ago our family integrated a Predominantly Jewish neighborhood in New Haven, Connecticut. I am African-American. While walking our German shepherd, I was approached by an elderly woman who asked if she could ask a ‘personal’ question. It was the question submitted. For a moment, I was speechless, but then replied, ‘food, just like you.’ It has always intrigued me that people can live such insulated lives as to not realize that we are more alike than different.