Once upon a time there lived a nice Jewish family named the Millers. They lived in a nice suburb with a nice home and respectable jobs, and raised their children with values. They had three sons: Ben, Josh, and Zack.
The Millers were a very well-known and respected family. Everyone knew "you could trust a Miller." The boys were always proud to be introduced as Millers.
Ben, Josh and Zack grew up and went their respective ways. Their 20's found Ben volunteering in Rwanda, Josh in NYC in a prestigious accounting firm, and Zack finishing up college.
One day Ben gets a text from his dad. "Trouble with Josh. Call soon."
As soon as he can, Ben calls home, only to discover that Josh has been implicated in a financial scandal and will probably be going to jail. His emotions range from anger, to denial, to embarrassment, to rage, to sympathy for his parents. In Rwanda, he is questioned by his peers about the news they are hearing about Josh.
"Is it true?? A Miller? What's the deal, dude?" Some seem to be gloating over the fall of the "prestigious" Miller legacy with its "sterling reputation." Others just want the dirt, to satisfy their curiosity. All are sanctimonious, that "it would never happen to one of mine."
So Ben texts Zack.
Ben: what is going ON??? Is this true??
Zack: yeah... true.
Ben: how did this happen
Zack: don't know, can't reach Josh
Ben: deadly embarrasing
Zack: miller name and all
Ben: are u getting a million questions
Zack: um... YEAH!!
Ben: what are you telling ppl
Zack: that he's not my brother
Zack: anyone who could ruin our family is not a brother
Ben: dude... you can't divorce your brother
Zack: is he acting like a brother?? did he think of us when he threw our family name to the gutter
Ben: I hear ya but he's still your bro
Zack: i didn't choose this brother
Ben: did you ever notice you can only divorce those that you chose
Zack: what are YOU telling ppl
Ben: that yeah, he's my brother
Ben: and he made a big mistake
Ben: i still love him... a brother's a brother
Zack: do you really still love him
Ben: believe it or not... yah
Ben: do you even know what love is
Ben: love is when you identify someone by their good stuff
Zack: youre a poet
Ben: cmon... we all have good stuff and bad stuff
Ben: ppl who hate you identify you by the bad... see the good as secondary. Ppl who love you identify you by the good... see the bad as secondary
Zack: like mom and dad
Ben: like all moms and dads... you think Saddam Hussein's mom hated him? she identified him by his good
Zack: um now what might that be
Ben: ask her!!
Zack: dude. don't u think it would be better for our fam to deny he's a part of this fam???
Ben: not the point. a bro is a bro. we stick together... always. got it??
Zack: ur not thinking of the whole fam
Ben: actually, i feel like i'm the ONLY one who is
Zack: i'll think abt it