Jewish Girls and African American Nannies

Listening in on a profoundly loving and complex relationship the world ignores

“Thank you for triggering my memories of Mercedes,” wrote Joanne Drapkin of Bandon, Oregon. “I haven’t thought about her for literally decades. I shared a bedroom with her for two years when I was five to seven, yet I don’t even know her last name. My mom would know, but she passed away. I have no idea how she influenced my life, but I’m positive she did. She was kind and so comforting, and I know I loved her. I wish my family had valued her enough to stay in touch.”

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