Living in Israel with my stepdad, 4 moms, 10 sisters and 7 brothers in a polygamist family and community was an experience of a lifetime. Growing up in the African Hebrew Israelite community was not always fun times, it was more rough and sad times than happy, I remember like it was yesterday, looking back at how the community seemed very political, surrounded by so many people including my family and still feeling so alone, unhappy, and empty. Because my parents weren’t part of the leadership in the community I and my siblings got crumbs, always got left out, mistreated, and couldn’t speak up because kids weren’t heard at all, and were always left by the sidelines.
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