At the Diaspora Museum here in Israel, I saw a video of an Ethiopian Woman, and this was her story:

As a child, her mother deserted her with no explanation. Understandably her sense of abandonment was overwhelming. She waited for her mother to return; she checked every woman on the streets to see if one might be her mother. She never saw her again. When she came to Israel, she continued relentlessly to search for her mother. In the meantime, she became a sculptor, married, and had a family.

She said that once she became a mother herself, she stopped looking for her mother, although many of her sculptures represent her mother; when she sells one, she makes another to replace it. In telling her story, not once did she claim racism, although Ethiopian Jews are known to be victims of racism in Israel. She knew she was entitled to choose her view of the world.