Friday, April 28

Traveling While Almost Jewish

Ok, I'm a little late on this because I have been extremely busy my first week back to FL. I want to give publicize the fact that Pittsburgh's Jewish community in Squirrel Hill; specifically the Shaare Torah Congregation, was a stellar community in which to spend Pesach. It was an experience that was very valuable to my neshama.

Nevertheless, I will probably decline to ever go away for yontif (at least as a single woman in an "open" {a kosher cruise/resort/hotel may be ok} environment) again. You see, for Chol Homoed, I stayed with my family. It was stressful, I had to do a lot of explaining, and for lack of a better way of putting it, I lost my "groove" for the chag. Much of the confusion stems from the fact that while my desire to become Jewish is not a new thing for my family, previously, it did not interfere to much with my home life. You go to church, I go to synagogue. I celebrate Hanukkah while you do X-mas (I would just wrap my gifts in the blue & white Hanukkah paper and give them earlier/later). But now it's a whole new ball game. Last time I went to Pennsylvania was about 17 months ago. A lot has transpired in that time.

May I list "pros" and "cons" that I felt or perceived?

Pros:

1) My Grandparents liked the tznius clothes. Especially my Grandmother, who said "I was taking pride in my appearance (I guess she thought I wasn't do so before???)."

2) I declined my Grandfather's fried delicaces; staving off about 5-10 lbs of weight gain in the process.

3) My demeaner is calmer and my language has improved. Ah, and to think of my college days when my Grandmother would say, "What did you just say?" and I would repeat the phrase sans the mild curse word I had said previously.

4) I hold a lot more respect for my Grandmother's relgiousness and my Grandfather's wisdom/kindness than I did previously.

5) My sisters. They are the only family members who didn't question or raise eyebrows and anything I was doing or any explainations that I made about Judaism. Psstt...Adults, take a hint!. A high-five goes to both of them, ages 10 and 17.

Cons:

1) The food issue. Very, very difficult. I had always been a picky eater, but after 25 years, my Grandmother knows my favorites. But I insisted she didn't make them. She did anyway. And it's hurtful for both her and I in the end.

2) "You're going to Pittsburgh again?" I tried to soften the blow by saying I was staying with friends for the Passover services - that it would just be easier. But they sure didn't like the fact that I didn't answer my cellphone, or swing back over to my hometown when services were over.

3) Expense. No matter how I looked at it, there was going to be a lot of money wasted. Of the 11 days I had the rental car, 5 of them I wasn't able to drive. IF my family had a bigger handle on the situation, then maybe someone could have dropped off/picked up/dropped off to save $$$ for me. But it's hard enough explaining yontif to Jews; much less non-Jews who have also never been around Orthodox Jews ever.

4) Family life-cycle events. During my stay, there was a funeral for a cousin. While I realized I could not go to the church service, I decided to go to the burial. Too bad most people decided to do the reverse and my Mother told me (although she also admitted the church service was long and boring and her thighs hurt from sitting on the pews for so long!). I got some looks; but as also started squirming when they recited "The L-rd's Prayer" (although the words in that prayer are not heretical - it still brought back "the old days"). I wondered if I would ever again be able to attend the life-cycle events in my family again comfortably?

5) Old friends. I ran into a few. They sort of scratched their heads at my long sleeves and skirts. I mean I had moved to Florida, bikini-land, and this is all I owned?

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After the trip I was exhausted and felt a bit forlorn. I couldn't wait to get back to Miami where I could go back to my kosher Thai & sushi, my shirium, and my own house where I know the cooked food is ok to eat. On the other hand, I do miss my family; but I see so much more clearly now that we function in two different realms.

It was during this trip that I realized that Hakadosh Baruch Hu makes everything happen in it's own time. 2 years ago, I would not be ready to "let go"; 1 year ago, I would not have the fortitude to stick to my guns about kashrus. Most of all, I wouldn't have been able to come home as a Jew. To have left there with only revereance to G-d, but with no observance, and to pop in on the scene as "The Cannot Do Girl" would have been too much.

But my story does not have a sitcom ending. My family does not totally understand and only mildly support my endeavors. At least now I have a better idea of what I have to work with; and they can see that my becoming a Jew is not totally "all bad".

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There was another sore spot which I did not mention and warrants it's own post really. That is their general disapproval of my trip to Israel. To my family, Israel is a land of terrorism, deserts and daranged bloodthirsty Arabs. The exeption is my father, my auntie, and my G-dmother.

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Totally unrelated, I haven't had the chance to read any seforim by the Chofetz Chaim, but I really want to work on lashon hara. Really. I want to desist from casually offering criticism of any member or portion of Klal Yisrael. I can be cynical, so this undertaking will be a constant 'work-in-progress'.

Sunday, April 23

Sonnet for the Disillusioned

They tell you early on, "You are what you are"
Dream your dreams; as long as it conforms to "The American Dream".
Can I be an Olympic gymnast? Travel wide and far?
"Sure you can!" is the constant reply. But are things really as easy as they seem?

You see, they wrote up there "One size fits all"
When they should have said "One size fits most",
To be a doctor, a lawyer, an astronaut is not everyone's call...
Yet when a son finds true happiness as a gardener, his parents see little reason to boast.

Why is this? Every parent wants their child to be happy, right?
But many parents also want their children to do what they could not.
Parents are wise, their guidance should not be seen as a hinderance or slight.
But parents are human too; culpable of passing on the same erroneous ideals they were taught.

What is "your calling", What do you want to do?
Can you find the key to your happiness? Do you even want a clue?

Every young child wishes to grow up and fall in love one day,
Love. That emotion that is taught to us in the movies we see, and the music we hear...
From early on, we know what "Lover's Eyes" look like, we know what lovers say,
We know that when you're in love, you can make it through anything - as long as your beloved is near...

Lost in the mix were the abuse statistics, divorce rate, and cases of doubtful paternity.
They never showed or sang about when the honeymoon ends, and the lovemaking gets old.
The pictures from the $12,000 wedding gave no clue to the vows' uncertainity.
True love is responsiblity and commitment - notions that leave media executives cold.

Oh look! Big Sis found a rich Richard Gere look-alike and everyone is thrilled!
Nevermind the fact that he drinks Jack Daniels like it's going out of style.
Drunk and feeling up her friends, Big Sis find her spirit and self esteem being killed.
But it's better than being alone and not 'in-love' even for a little while.

What is "your calling", What do you want to do?
Can you find the key to your happiness? Do you even want a clue?

Do you long for a different life? Are you begging for a break?
Do you believe in G-d? Do you think he cares?
Armani suit, Prada heels, are your nails/hair/breasts real or fake?
Is it fun being a 'head turner'? Do you ever get tired of trying to decipher the stares?

Were you created solely for carrying platinum cards and driving a Lexus?
I'm sure you have fun; I'm sure you lood good; I'm sure you are a good citizen.
But do you realize your dinner equals the daily pay of the waiter bringing it to us?
Or would you rather not be reminded about the gross poverty present in the world we live in?

No, you are right. I'll start giving to charity and the local bums.
Wait, my job? Does it help people? Not really, but it makes me money!
Do you have any idea that a true sense of purpose surpasses bank deposits of all possible sums?
But when you hear that Gail took off two years from her law practice to work in the Peace Corps, you look at her mighty funny?

What is "your calling", What do you want to do?
Can you find the key to your happiness? Do you even want a clue?

Friday, April 21

White Lies, cont'd (My 1st Spinoff Post!)

As a continuation from my book review post I posted a Livejournal poll in a popular Black community journal and asked them about anti-semitism. I was surprised. Not so much by the poll results (which sort of reinforced my hypothesis that only a minority of Black Americans view Jews as "the enemy"; although I was shocked that 47% of the respondants said that they wouldn't mind Jews being added to the Affirmative Action pool!), but by the comments supplied. In a nutshell, the prevailing line of thought was not "anti-Jewish" but "anti-White" with Jews just lumped along together with White people.

I can only laugh a hopeless laugh here; I understand...but then again I don't!

Friday, April 7

Jewish Fridays - (exerpts from "Missundaztood" performed by my girl P!nk)

I might be the way, everybody likes to say
(I know watcha thinking about me)
There might be a day, you might have a certain way
(But you don't have my luxuries)
And it's me I know, I know my name - 'cause I say it proud
Everything I want I always do...
Lookin' for the right track, always on the wrong track
(But are you catchin' all these tracks - that I'm layin' down for you)

There's a song I was listening to- Up all night
There's a voice I'm hearing - Saying it's alright
When I'm happy, I am sad - But everything's good
It's not that complicated, I'm just misunderstood

There might be a day, everything it goes my way
(Can't you think I know I'm superfly?)
I might see a world, in a world inside of you
Then I might just say goodbye.
And it's my name I knowI say it loud 'cause I'm really proud
Of all the things I used to do...
Well it's the wrong track - looking for the right track
(And are you catchin' all these tracks that I'm layin' down for you?)

Tuesday, April 4

Book Review ~ White Lies




Since my college days, I must admit (regrettably), that I have let my readings on Black culture go by the wayside. Besides, I have more pressing concerns; like working on becoming a Jew. So while in Borders I was just checking out the "African-American" book section, totally not expecting to purchase an item from those shelfs. I don't remember what prompted me to pick up a book with such an incriminating title to begin with, but when I flipped the book over and read:

Maurice Berger grew up hypersensitized to race in the charged environment of New York City in the sixties. His father was a Jewish liberal who worshipped Martin Luther King, Jr., his mother a dark-skinned Sephardic Jew who hated black people. Berger himself was one of the few white kids in his Lower East Side housing project...

I saw the price; $13.00. I decided I needed to go home with it.

I account the impulse purchase to just plain curiousity to see what this "mixed" Jewish man had to say about race relations. I totally did not expect such a profound message to be delivered in the guise of a plain-covered book just a bit over 200 pp long. Nor did I expect to laugh out loud, be appalled, find insight, and finally see in black and white a more defined vision of modern, 21st century American racism.

Despite the strong-toned title, White Lies does little finger pointing at the White race and instead focuses on the faulty thinking that many WASPs (and sometimes non-WASPs) hold about Black people. The method is subtle; reassuring to me as a Black reader (that a non-Black, albeit White Jew) that these problems can be isolated by an "other"; potentially disturbing to the White reader who thought that everything is just fine because you just adore Oprah Winfrey...

Key points in the book are put into perspective by Mr. Berger's own life experiences; and he chooses to distribute them throughout the book. However much of the content displays essays, quotes, studies and stories from others as well. Being that Mr. Berger's academic background is in art [as oppossed to Black/African cultural studies], so the text is not bogged down with filler, academia-flavored jargon. Although he recounts of various anti-semitic incidents he himself experienced; he does not really imply that just because someone has experienced anti-semitism, he understands the racism that Black people experience. He seems to be illuminating the fact that despite his keen awareness of anti-semitism, he too fell into the trappings of "White Advantage" (as opposed to "White Supremist") thinking. At first it seems striking that it is his Ashkenazi, light brown-haired, blue-eyed father who acknowledges the injustices suffered by Black people and not his Sephardic, dark-skinned mother - who lauded the murder of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and peppered her speech with sneering references to schwartzes. Despite the portrayals of Mrs. Berger being utterly repulsed by Black people, I personally could not see her as a villian. She herself was discriminated against in Yiddish theatre (where she worked as an actress before marriage) as well as life in general solely because of her looks. She is reminicent of the grandmother of a family friend of mine; this woman was half Black, half White, but married a White man. One of her sons, who for all intensive purposes looked white, married a Black woman. The family friend is a result of that union; and he and his brother are the only grandchildren that look Black by appearance. He remembers going over to his granparents' home and while his White grandfather was perfectly loving and cordial to them, their grandmother used to call them "dirty nappy-headed niggers" when they would misbehave and make them eat on the porch if their other "White" cousins were also visiting. These women are not villians but victims of a system that has indoctrinated them to feel ashamed of their "tainted blood"; and project that shame and hate onto others who are perpetuating that flawed status by just existing.

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So what makes this book any different from the dozen others I have on similar subject matter? Probably because the context of the racism presented is very common; almost sublime - but very obviously wrong. An excellent example is where he recounts how on the television program Nightline in 1996, there was a segment done on "Race in America". In one situation they took a room of middle-class White people and asked them to place themselves in the following scenario:
The government, and not your family/genes determines what race an individual is. One day, a government agent contacts you and says that they made a mistake; you were really suppossed to be a Black person. However the government is willing to compensate you, if necessary, after making "the switch" and to adjust to your new life. How much would you want to be compensated?
Needless to say, the responses were either not straight, refusal ("I just wouldn't do it") or outlandish (one man said he would need 50 million dollars). Such a suggestion made it clear that these "open-minded" White people saw being Black as a disadvantage; and a big one at that. I think that some of them would have rather amputated a limb.

Another good snippet was the one given by Shirley Verrett, a talented Black soprano singer was brought to Europe to perform an opera piece from the Baroque Era. Trained at The Juillard School, she inherently knew to embellish her singing with notes not written in the score because they were implied for all vocal opera music of that time period. During the rehearsal, the conductor/director interrupted the piece and announced "Ms. Verrett is not singing the music as it is written". He then went and conferred with the other [White] European singers to ask them if they were familiar with the music ever being performed that way. They admitted they didn't know; so Ms. Verrett was allowed "her own interpretation" but the conductor has already shown that he held little fate in her expertise (he never conferred with her directly to ask why she was singing the piece that way) but ultimately saw it as "no big deal". Would this have ever happened to Pavarotti?

After the performance, the critics raved. And one even pointed out that it was the first time in many years that that heard the music sung in the correct manner.

And there are many more very poignant examples of this subtle yet damaging attitude among many White people to not give any undue attention to the problems present in the relationship between Black and White people. Adrian Piper was also highlighted in the book. She is an artist who although she can be taken for a white woman, considers herself Black by virtue of her mixed-race father. She has been in the situation far too many times where snide, off-color comments are said about Black people or other minorities. The guilty parties seem to take for granted that among White people, there is either agreement or tacit tolerance of a "harmless slur" shared among friends. That is until Denise passes "her card" to them. The card reads:

Dear friend, I am black. I am sure that you did not realize this when you made/laughed at/agreed with that racist remark. In the past, I have attempted to alert people to my racial identity in advance. Unfortunately, this invaiably causes them to react to me as pushy, manipulative, or socially inappropriate. Therefore my policy is to assume that white people do not make these remarks, even when they believe that there are no black people present, and to distribute this card when they do. I regret any discomfort my presence is causing you, just as I am sure you regret the discomfort your racism is causing me....

(*Sidenote: I am sure that many Jews can relate to this; although being that Jews are only a fraction of what Black people are population-wise, as well as the fact that Jews are not as assulted nearly as often in the media and print, the problem does not seem to plague Jews as much as it does Black people)

When Ms. Piper talked about her card at a symposium the reaction was [to me] surprising. Many of the White attendees either got quite defensive or criticized Ms. Piper directly; with support, if given, was vague. They called it "humiliating", "deceptive", "embarrassing" and that Ms. Piper "feels jaded" in some way. Their train of thought was almost tangible. They could see themselves getting one of these cards. They don't see verbage exchanged between White people, even if it includes stereotypes against Black people, as something they should be reprimanded for. What about how your words are affecting you? How about the thought that the more slurs you reiterate in "safe settings" the more insincere you are when dealing with Black people face-to-face. Or is that of no concern to you? After all, you are not hanging up a sign over a water fountain reading, "Whites Only". You just quietly assume that you lost out on a job offer not because you were lacking in anything; but because the Black woman who got the job instead was needed to make a quota.

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Jews have had a great track record with civil and social rights in America. Mr. Berger is helping to carry on that tradition, but it seems as if the days of Jews comfortably identifying and supporting Black American's inequity are behind us. They say (and I have no idea who "they" are!) that it is because of Black Anti-Semitism and bridge burning. Perhaps. But I but you that it also has to do with more tolerance of White Jews among non-Jewish White people. Mr. Berger's father is a great case in point. Because mental illness disrupted his professional career significantly, they were poor and lived in the public housing projects. Forget about them being accepted by the White mainstream; they were only marginally accepted by their Jewish peers; constantly appealing for tzedaka and Hebrew school scholarships - they were outcasts. Just like the Native Americans banded with Black people in the 19th century because they were all at the bottom of the totem pole anyway - fighting over the same crumbs. But somewhere along the line (and many intermarriages later), Jews became not so "dirty" and more "interesting" and appreciated for adding to America's diversity. Plus the shtetl walls were being broken and non-Jewish White people saw that Jews didn't have horns and hook noses; but looked quite similar to Italians. Hmmmm...no so bad. Ok, your in the club. Don't go near the VIP room; but you're in.

After waiting so long in the rain and cold - why be concerned with those who were not "worthy enough" to be chosen along with you?

Ultimately, it's a shame; because Jews are in a wonderful position to straddle both worlds. To understand the damage that unfounded assumptions based on race can do. It one thing to have pity on the victims of racism; but another to have clear knowledge that your ancestors also suffered unspeakable inhumanities and crimes committed to them - just because of they way they were born. They wrote about it; struggled to pass this knowledge on so that their descendants can forever know the pain that Jews had to endure. Yet it falls down as a meaningless trinkett if the Jew of today sees no issue with harboring and tolerating thoughts of inferiority of another human being because of their genes.

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So don't be scared. Don't be defensive. Racism unlike your race can be addressed and obliterated; as long as you are willing to acknowledge the problem. You see, the "White Lies" are not the lies told to Black people by White people, but rather the lies that White people tell themselves about Black people; including, "If Oprah Winfrey can be a success without our help, any Black person can!"

Sunday, April 2

Motivation Seminar/Evangelical Meeting Tent

Last Wednesday, I attended a motivation seminar at Bank Atlantic Center in Plantation hosted by Peter and Tamara Lowe. My boss went to them in the past and raved about it. Whatever; company field trip. My expectations were along the same lines as those of a school field trip. Change of environment, mildly interesting, and fueled with sugar and soda in order to keep your energy levels up. The exception was that we were being paid for it; so the seminar garnished a few more brownies points for the "Get Out Of Work Free" card for the day.

That was my expectation. My wishes were that I would actually gain a lot of insight and "insider wisdom" from the industry. What I did not expect was to come out of the day frustrated, uncomfortable, and disillusioned. Sure, there were many good points brought forward, and many talented speakers present including General Colin Powell and Zig Ziglar (who reminded me a lot of my Grandfather with his great combination of wisdom and humour). And before I start listing my gripes, you can reference this article about this seminar (not the same time/location as what I attended; but same song and dance). So what went wrong? I dunno. Several things (that I can pinpoint). Let me list a few - sort of listed in order of importance/negative impact:

1. Peter Lowe and many others referenced the "J." man several times Perhaps I have become "hyper-sensitive" to Xtian preachings; but actually, when I think about it, I am pretty tolerant of Xtian banter on a casual basis. I am in full awareness that American Jews live in a sea of Xtians who have a tenet...a mission to bring in "more sheep into the fold". I have stood at the gas station pumping when a Xtian missionary comes up with their little panthlets. There are Xtians in my office who talk about the goodness of J.C. I even am able to laugh and appreciate some of the religious (as in Protestant Xtian religious) music and comedies from the Black community. However; if I am attending a professional seminar geared towards working professionals in an arena of 40,000 I do mind the Xtian ramblings. Even if Mr. Lowe was willing to just get up their and talk about what J.C. means to him, and how he personally feels that the Xtian faith is a factor of his success; he has crossed the line when he asked the area to "close your eyes; and if you haven't done so already, take the L-rd J__s into your heart...". I was appalled!

While I don't get too hung up or vocal about my own personal politics, it's times like these that I'm glad I am a Democrat. I simply don't trust the thinking of many political conservatives that "right = White, Christian, and Wealthy". While they may be "tolerant" of those who are different - they are the "American Dream". You can applaud diversity and tolerance all you want, but you will remain "the other".

An easy "proof" of this was illuminated in Maurice Berger's book, White Lies. A brillant survey was conducted among White people. They were asked to pretend that they lived in a world where the government (not genes) determined your race. As adults, they got a letter from the government stating that they had made a mistake, and instead of being White, they were supposed to be Black. They had to go in and get their race changed to Black (their "proper" race). But the government said they would be willing to compensate them - if they felt it necessary. The average requested compensation was $10,000,000.00!!! No one declined compensation. What this says is that this "non-racist" White people all felt that being Black was a 'handicap' that they should be compensated for. If this is so, why are the majority of "non-racist" White people oppossed to allotting any sort of preferences and aid to Black people? And they would practically grab up arms if we gave every Black person monetary compensation for the race they were born into! If you asked these people to be transformed into Jessica Simpson, or George Clooney - even without the fame and money, they would probably take that 'as is'. Absolutely brillant experiment and book. When I finish it, I will review it...bli neder.

2. The assumption was there that everyone was interested in how these speakers got rich/successful. While it is true that if you want to become great, you have to study "The Greats". But 8 hours of stories of how you were the most successful, a college dropout, busted the stock market wide open?!?!?! On top of that, the majority of the speakers were selling something else. Like their books/videos, private seminars, software, you name it. It became very apparent just whose 'success' this motivation seminar was for.

3. Stadium mentality. I don't know if there is an official term for it; but I've gone to enough football games to know it when I see it. There is something about sitting in a "room" with 50,000 other people. There is something about the loudspeakers and the feeling of anoynomity and the razzle and dazzle. It invokes the "leming effect". The speakers fed off of that. With all sort of "physical" communicators like pumping up your fist to "break through" you inhabitions; like grabbing the shoulder of your neighbor and leaning to test trust; like dancing to the wipeout - and a slew of other things I did not want to participate in. Not because I'm spiritless, but because such actions was obviously not tzinus. I wrote more notes than anyone, but continued to be a sitting target for the seminar staff/promoters who were walking by and prodding me, "Come on...I have a partner for you right here!" With that smile and that circus player mentality. No regard for my personal comfort or guidelines; just that I was interrupting the flow and not participating.

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I realize that many Jews; even many frum Jews would have been able to sit through that entire seminar and not bat an eye, and be truly motivated by the whole thing. But when I look at how Judaism has changed the focus of my life - it seems totally divergent from the focus of mainstream middle-class America. Sure I enjoy money; sure I want to further my career. But I don't know if I have an "American Dream"; I have a "Jewish Dream" in which 'America' plays a nominal role. In fact, the star of the show is Israel (sorry Colin!). My work is my parnassah; a means to fund my existence and service to Hashem. I do not expect Xtians to keep this same perspective; but even I much as I feel that Hashem gives me every cent that comes my way - I would not bring up that notion at a business seminar. My relationship with the Creator is a personal one. And yes, it does pain me when someone mixes up their spirituality into 'training' that is open to a public audience. That means you did not even think about the considerations of those who do not share your faith.

During one of the breaks, I did notice an older gentlemen who was wearing a yarmulke. He was engaged in busy conversation with fellow collegues. I wish I could have known; could have asked him just how he was getting through all this "motivational talk" peppered with Evangelistic phrases left and right. But I couldn't and just "gave up" and left the seminar 2 1/2 hours early. Well, I was also prompted by the fact that there was no kosher food available - and I was famished.