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I grew up in a mixed home where for Christmas dinner I would eat Hallacas and cod with potatoes. My mother is from the Venezuelan Andes and my father is from Porto, Portugal. I never felt different if I have to compare myself with the rest. In Venezuela, where I was born, many of us had European parents who came after the Second World War, as is well known. It is not until 2000 that the roots are given importance in my home town, for one and only reason, to acquire a second citizenship and migrate. And so history repeats itself, we come and go in even disorderly order to settle in other lands and create new mixtures.

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Mixed. My parents, dad Jewish, mom not, where on their honeymoon when Germany invaded Poland, Sept 1939. They literally chose to wait (1947) to bring a half-Jewish baby into that world...until the right side had clearly won. Growing up in relatively liberal Sacramento, I didn't even know I was half of anything until a kid pulled a chair out from underneath me in 9th grade. My Norwegian mom knew the level of anti-Semitism that existed, still exists.

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I am from academic world, my wife is from the world of music (Early Music performer), these are two worlds, which we belong to, and our "reference group" belongs to these worlds. These are hardball worlds, with high level of competition, and money or official position are not always a major criterion for keeping a person in high regard.

But!!!

Both of these worlds entirely ignored a race! Interesting, the person may be even "white supremacist" or "anti-Semite" in his everyday life (in supermarkets) but all this "supremacism" disappear when dealing with black or mixed-race colleague with high professional ability...

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Intersectional meets infinite

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its great!!!

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Interesting discovery. Thanks.

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