All I Wanted was a Bologna Sandwich and I Wound Up an Urban Democrat

A clueless, ten year old antisemite and an azalea bush help a nine year old Jewish kid discover his political identity.

I was a strange kid. I was only interested in two things; politics and acting. In third grade I sang “Younger Then Springtime” in the grade school musical and made a paper-mâché, Rosalynn Carter doll for a class art project…