Uncle Waldo's father was Jewish and his mother was black.

Uncle Waldo's father was Jewish and his mother was black. One day
Waldo approached his mother and asked "Mom, am I more Jewish or am
I more black?". His mother replied "I don't know chile - leave me
alone. Can't you see I be tryin' to eat this fried chicken?".
"Where is daddy?" inquired Waldo. "He be in the livin' room fo th'
last three days lookin' fo that nickel he lost" she said.
So Uncle Waldo went into the living room to find his father combing
the carpet, looking for his nickel. Waldo asked "Daddy, I was
wondering if you could tell me something. Am I more Jewish or am I
more black?" His father answered "I don't know - why do you ask?"

Waldo replied "Well, it's just that the kid down the street is selling
his bike, and I don't know if I should try to bargain with him or wait
until nighttime and steal it".