Fair Changes

Over yontif, I had some good, frank conversations with Mrs. G.; in fact, I probably divulged things that I hadn't told another living soul -- at least not in person. I am glad that I got them out of my system, and I am glad that I have someone who won't judge me because of these things; thank G-d.

One of the things I spoke about is my family; which is all over the map religiously. My maternal grandparents are Pentecostal Xtians from the C.O.G.I.C. denomination. I am not intimately familiar with their doctrines; but they lie on the more conservative end of American Black churches. Both of my maternal grandparents' mothers were key members of their congregations (with my Grandfather's mother being one of the founders of the C.O.G.I.C. congregation in Clairton). Despite this, my mother (their daughter) is not religious at all. My father can loosely be described as a Rastafarian; although he's not too serious about it. If there could be a "Reform Jew" equivalent in Rastafarianism, he would be in that camp for sure. His mother was effectively nothing; although her parents were cultural Hindus. His father was killed when my father was pretty young, so I don't know if it matters, but he was Anglican. My father's two sisters went to Catholic schools and stuck with it, so they are Catholic. My father's middle daughter's mother was a convert to the Nation of Islam. When my sister was younger, she wore burkas. But after she split from the husband she was with, she "went off the derech". The only legacies today from that are that she knows Arabic and my sister has an Arabic name. Despite not practicing though, my sister is not Xtian, so I guess she's Muslim then. I have a set of cousins who are Baptists, another set that are Seventh Day Adventists, and yet another set that are J-Witnesses.

Although it seems crazy, it's really not. The vast majority of my family is not extra hard core devout about their faiths...and even so, they are very used to having these multiple faiths co-exist happily. My entire family is not aware of my decision to become a Jew; but from their standpoint, they could care very little. My auntie Daisy in Jamaica is so used to dealing with those of us who don't eat pork, who eat no meat, it's second nature that when we come to Jamaica she'll ask, "What's can't you have?". I've gone with some cousins to go to Diwali parties. My father, who doesn't decorate for X-mas wanted to put menorahs in the house. My sister used to call our father "Abu"...the Arabic word for father. My Grandmother does not pray for the salvation of my soul, because she knows that although I am not going to church, I'm still G-d fearing.

Yet although I am happy with this relationship between my family and myself, I do worry about how this relationship can be understood by others in the frum community. I actually know of a giyores who is in her early 60s, and has been Jewish for about 10 years. By the time she discovered Judaism, her children were already adults. Since then, they have had children and she does not see them as her "family" because a ger is a new person upon leaving the mikveh and is no longer "related" to their previous family. She subsequently has no relationship with her grandchildren. I am not judging this woman; I just would not be able to make my head work that way. She could be right; and I could be wrong. Who really knows?

For the vast majority of my life, my family has had limited close involvement in my life. The result has been this sort of freedom from any pre-set mold of what I should be. I myself have very few hangups regarding my previous faith or lifestyle. And I surely don't have any "bad blood" built up between me and my family.

I am a bit closer to my mother's daughters than my father's. The two of them are 13 and 19 respectively...and they are really amazing girls. The older one is very laid back and fashion-savvy. She was the cool, popular cheerleader in high school and likes to do hair and hang out with her boyfriend. I can tell her anything. She even came to a seder with me once (well she was 15 at the time; she declared that matzah tasted like crumbly, crunchy cardboard - she we let her put margarine on it). The younger one is a bit of an odd-ball (like me) and is more of an emotional firecracker. But she's one funny cookie, and I love toting her around with me whenever I go somewhere.

Now it's no secret I don't sport the "Boro Park" frum look. I'll put on a long denim skirt and a Steeler sweatshirt and not even blink about it. My sisters on the other hand wear either high heels, printed socks, tank tops, off-the shoulder tops...whatever. I am not embarrassed to be seen with them, just like they aren't embarrassed by the clothes I wear. So I have no desire to ask them to change; even if it comes to a point where I have them over for Shabbos; or have them in my wedding (IY"H), or even around my children (IY"H).

Beyond Teshuva had an interesting post regarding the exposure of frum children [of BTs] to their secular cousins. Now these are BTs; people who were not religious themselves at some point. The vast majority were vehemently against the interaction/exposure. Now; chunich is a very, very important thing in Torah observant Judaism. But what was disturbing was the underlying recurring theme that frum Jewish children and teenagers need to be "protected" from their family members...just because they are not frum. Some may argue that I am an adult, therefore I am less susceptible to these negative influences that could lead me astray. However, when I was a child, I was exposed to all sorts of things that I did not take to heart. I attribute that to my Grandmother; who instilled in me to importance of being a decent woman and holding a reverence and love for the Creator. To contrast, I was strongly attracted to Judaism several years before I met any Jews.

So I worry that my tolerance for my family may be seen as something that it is not; dabbling with non-Jewish doctrines and trying to "hang on" to a former lifestyle. Of course, I fully respect halacha and the sensitive issue of tznius and kedusha (separation) and why it is necessary. But they (my family) are not Torah observant Jews, and I'm not going to pretend that they are. That does not minimize the love I still have for them. It is one thing to request that their tops have sleeves and full backs; then to be there and be flabbergasted that they are wearing skirts about their knees with no stockings, and honey-colored hair weaves. I chose to convert; not them. They should not be compromised for that choice, and they should be able to celebrate with me or even just be able to spend time with me...just they way they are.