Lacey Schwartz made this documentary of her own family and how she came to be. A traditional Jewish girl growing up in New York and sometimes wondering why she looked different.
The gist is, in 1968 her Jewish mother did three things, got married, took a job in Brooklyn, and started an ongoing affair with a light-skinned black man who was a regular at the park she was hired to work. She was busy, very busy, because Lacey wasn't born until 1977. Even though they don't mention DNA testing, today it is assumed by all that the man, now deceased, was her biological father.
These sorts of things have happened probably forever, a different bloodline getting into the family tree via an out-of-wedlock affair. History is full of examples. There is nothing particularly novel about this one but Ms Schwartz has put together a very interesting story of her own in this 60-minute film.
I found it to be a very worthwhile viewing. And now life goes on.
