From Baghdad to Brooklyn: An Arab-Jewish America

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My mother often sent me shopping to 18th Avenue (not a far distance, but for a kid it was unfamiliar territory), the district of Middle Eastern groceries, whose shopkeepers were Christian or Muslim. Their shelves were fully stocked with the pita we called “Syrian bread” and canned dolmas; the floors were crowded with sacks of bur

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In his memoir From Baghdad to Brooklyn, Jack Marshall—son of an Iraqi Jewish father and Syrian Jewish mother—recreates his Brooklyn childhood amid a vibrant Arab community. Surrounded by Arabic speakers and Middle Eastern foods like kibbeh, olives, and Syrian bread, he evokes the scents and tastes of a lost world transplanted to America. Rather than longing for ancestral homelands, Marshall celebrates 18th Street’s cultural mix of Jewish, Muslim, and Christian, Turkish to Yemeni, an enclave of coexistence and memory in mid-century New York.

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