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The Establishment

The Memento Of My Father’s Bigotry — And What Could Have Been

By Diane K. Martin

Although he was a doctor who could assuredly afford to pay his way most places, my father dearly liked getting something for nothing. Maybe this was because his father had worked in a kosher butcher’s, plucking chickens. Maybe it was because Dad’s generation endured the Depression. Maybe it was just that he was cheap.

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