In Hawaii around the end of the 19th century, the black sheep of a prosperous white family marries a mentally unstable Hawaiian.
Later, his son falls in love with the daughter of one of his Chinese immigrant workers.
Scott, for instance, cannot stomach beet borscht, while the sight of fried food swimming in grease and fat doesn't do wonders for my digestion, either.
And yet, the vast, vast majority of things that we argue about have nothing to do with who's Black, who's Jewish, who went to a fancy prep school and who to merely a state university.
Today, I met an older Persian man who looked like the classic Baba from somewhere in Iran.
How do I know that…well let’s just say I have been around or seen enough Persians to get a feel for who is from the beautiful land of great Persia.
Romantic comedy about a confused bride, Melissa, who wakes hand-cuffed to a Mexican stranger who claims to be her husband; she has no recollection of the marriage after having consumed a Mexican "moonshine" drink and having forgotten the events that occurred the previous night.
When she is sexually assaulted by a wealthy patron, he viciously beats her attacker and the two are forced to go on the run.It took about a half-hour before we were both certain that what we wanted was each other. You were born a boy, you were born with black hair, and you were born a Jew. Adam, and, to a lesser extent, his brother, are very light-skinned.He hadn't been looking for an immigrant Jewish girl. We'd been seriously dating for about a month when I told Scott I expected my children to be raised Jewish. Those things are forever." (I think he's too young to be introduced to the wonders of hair-dye and sex-change clinics, quite yet). They could "pass" if they wanted to, not that I'd encourage it. The pithy one-liner I've been able to come up with so far is, "Just because you're not Black, doesn't mean you aren't African-American." Will such semantics be enough to help them survive on the playground? So, far, in his new kindergarten class the other children seem to accept that my blue-eyed, light-skinned boy has an African-American daddy and that his daddy is (more importantly) a whiz at making paper airplanes that fly really far! I didn't arrive in the United States until I was seven years old and, even then, I was still raised by Eastern European parents.Anyway, he was probably about 65 years old and he was with the sweetest little two year old named, Rose.I couldn’t help but speak to them and actually figure out where they are from. to study nuclear engineering, I was majoring in broadcast communication arts at San Francisco State University. Both boys had a bris (ritual circumcision) and received Jewish names (Adam Shimon and Barak Zion).Well, some kind of Christian." By the time we met in 1997, both of us knew exactly who we were and what we wanted in a partner. I tell him, "There are some things you can't change about yourself.I hadn't been looking for a Black man (in fact, Scott was the first non-Jew I'd dated in five years). Not half and half, not both, not "we'll let them decide when they're older." 100% Jewish. Our biggest problem at this point is that in America, where so much about race is defined by skin color, my boys don't fit the stereotype. Scott grew up in Harlem, hardly a typical, middle-American upbringing.And neither of us was so blinded by love that we couldn't see that the other person looked (and acted) somewhat . In response, Scott told me that he expected his children to be raised as New Yorkers. Certainly, we have cultural things on which we differ.After his family decides to take his money for college away from him, a rich kid pretends to be African-American to win a minority scholarship offered by Harvard University, only to discover that upon getting there that he has fallen for another student, who was supposed to be the actual recipient of the scholarship.Nicole Oakley, the spoiled, rich, out-of-control daughter of congressman Tom Oakley, meets a working class Mexican-American straight-A student, Carlos Nuñez, resulting in a clash of cultures, values, and a love affair.