A non-Jew he was,
In Alabama
He complained about racial injustice
And the plights of the so called innocent
Never once questioned his paycheck until he attended Harvard Law
In the Zuckerberg Days
He was the first to try Facebook
And then leave the page out of security concerns
of feeling anything but protected from his neighbor two doors down
and so he cringed in the backdrop of the campus
Not disillusioned anymore
He was off to private clients at a young age
And then challenged himself to a months time with a friend who owned a farm
For kicks
And so he went living for the dream of living free from any illusion— of the government, of history,
Of his family,
Of his hometown
“Lies lies lies” he kept his chin up high when he refused a big client to learn the names of trees and bite the heads off flowers
He realized his time had come to manifest his own novel in print to whom he would send an autographed personal copy upon purchase
A package that smelled like fresh paper of pristine caliber
And be printed From a small rustic machine he had found in the garage
“Must have been used in law school” he said as he dusted it off
What terrified him the most was the fear of being in an intimate relationship
How does one go about their day without a intimate soft spoken hello
That he had heard from a Jewish encounter at the farm
Who loved tight holds and cheeky caressing
He knew he was open to her and she was open to him
In that short time span of a week
They valued the time they had together
And never asked for more
Until he announced his non Jewish line of kinship, the one thing his resume could not override in the name of love, unprecedented devotion and
CONNECTION
As she left in a last minute ride with two other male visitors he believed he had found the path which philosophers call golden
A distant cousin once remarked how his ancestors came from Germany
An “enlightened” home of philosophy
With too many questions and not enough answers about their last name being Mendelsohn that abruptly got changed
The name Mendelsohn echoed in his mind as he watched the Jewess pass by him with a tear in her eye
Something about the children of Mendelsohn converted to Christianity in a trying age
Could it be there was more to his family tree that was previously surmised?