I lost my identity.  I was born identifying as a middle class white Jew.  I no longer identify religiously nor do I identify as being white.  My own family is “mixed” and, as I have come to understand, race identification is only a consequence of prejudice anyway.  I am part of a human family.  So, I lost the identity I grew up with or rather, I dissociated from it.  Am I worse off?  I don’t think so.  In fact, it is quite the opposite.  I now have an identity that is truly my own rather than pushed onto me by family and society.  Having said that, I do realize others may identify me differently than I do myself and some of the things I am today are also things assigned to me. But,...

When my wife and I were first together we visited one of those computerized photo booths where they can combine your photos to give you an idea of what your child might look like. It’s completely scientific, I’m sure. You have to select the race of the child in the morphed image and I believe the options were black, white, Hispanic or Asian. Since I am white and my wife is black and you couldn’t choose two races or biracial, we decided to choose a Hispanic girl. I won’t go into what the photo looked like, especially with the wisp of a goatee she apparently would inherit from my side. But, it struck me that if we had kids, there would be these types of issues we would have to address. In...