22.5andMe: Am I Jewish enough?

Now, in the wake of the October 7 attacks, I am feeling lost again. I am feeling rage again at the reactions I am seeing by co-workers, friends, members of the literary community. Mostly, I am feeling sadness as I watch students march at my college chanting, “From the River to the Sea,” and my colleagues defending not their right to speech, but the speech itself; or when I see clips of protestors fighting Jews outside the Museum of Tolerance over a screening of the Hamas massacres (which they claim is “propaganda”) or find myself in heated arguments with strangers on social media. ...Am I a Jew? And if I say that I am, does it make me an imposter? It’s a question I still don’t know how to answer. A question I don’t even know how to ask. A question I don’t know if it’s up to me to decide. What percentage of DNA makes somebody something? What percentage of family history? What percentage of anger or sadness or pride?