“Maybe he’s not Black,” Ruthanne suggested, pointing to his skin, which was pale, and his hair, which was only slightly curled. “I think he might be Jewish. I’ve always prayed I’d have a son of Zion.” Grandpa Schertel remained inconsolable. After being introduced to Ezra, he apparently started getting up at five in the morning every day to pray for the strength to accept Ezra as his grandchild.”
