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The Jews of ArlingtonBy The Sparrow Goddess QuailBellMagazine.com I don't usually learn anything from Washingtonian except where to waste my money. Glam, glam, spa, spa, click and clack in high heels I put on credit at Tysons Galleria. Yet today I read an essay in People & Politics that made me spill my $5 macchiato. It transported me to Arlington pre-Brown v. Board, when the county felt Southern, not like a regional mutt walking a tightrope with sandbags tied to its skinny ankles. Title: “Our Own Kind: Growing up Jewish in Arlington of the 1950s meant being singled out as different—by classmates, teachers, even the neighborhood we lived in.” While in the sidebar: “7 Must-Have Drugstore Beauty Products for Your Gym Bag.” I don't need your rants, your instructions, and your exclamations re: my lifestyle. I need truth and insight and humanity; I need more honesty, more candor. Tell me how it is to be black today and Latino tomorrow in this vast suburbia speckled with monuments. CommentsComments are closed.
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