In the early 1900s, of the Jew who decides that, in order to make it in the world, he needs to pray and align himself with the Episcopalians. So he joins the local Episcopalian Church. Eventually, living in a nice big house and doing well in his business, he decides that he needs to join the local country club — which, of course, in those days, is restricted. So the membership committee invites him in for a talk. After a while, they ask him, “So, Mr. Keen [nee Cohen], you say in your application that you're an Episcopalian. Is that really the case?” “Oh, yes,” he tells them. “I’m an Episcopalian, my father’s an Episcopalian, and my grandfather, alav ha-sholem, was also an Episcopalian.”
Isn't it good that we no longer need fear of being who we are in order to be accepted?
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