In 1938 I was on my way from London to New York and, on board ship, shared a cabin with a Jewish man from Chicago. When he heard that I was planning to change my name from Kirchheimer to Kirk, he warned me against it. I remember that he said, “Call yourself Kirch or something else if you want, but not Kirk – that’s misleading”
He was of course right: for many years while giving my name over the telephone, I’d often be taken for a Scot. For instance, giving my name as Kirk when in Los Angeles telephoning for an apartment for my parents, I was told to come and see it. When people there recognized that this Kirk was probably not a Scot but a Jew, a number of them said, “Sorry, our place has just been rented.”
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