"A story about a Jewish guy from the Bronx living with his shiksa wife" in the waspy world of southern California was, he says, “exactly the right story to be telling post 9/11.”

She is a WASPy tradwife before that term was coined on social media.

"You see, for my father here, a poor struggling Jew growing up in the Bronx, well . . . Christmas, it meant Chinese food and movie. And for my mom over here — WASPy McWASP — well, it meant a tree, it meant stockings and all the trimmings."

In his memoir, Epps recounts how his mother “bowed her head and softly cried” when she read the article, which was accompanied by a cartoon of Epps submerged in a boiling cauldron of oil flanked by WASPy white folk.

WASPy curators would have preferred a marker at AD 0 — “Jesus Christ born” — and, indeed, some went ahead and added the Nativity.