Showing posts with label Mon Valley. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mon Valley. Show all posts

Monday, October 19

Black Jews in Limbo



Well yet another interesting trailer on YouTube of a movie that I may or may not see. But the trailer has some great editing. In fact maybe the trailer is all you need to see. Lacey is apparently a halachaic Jew; fathered by a Black man she did not grow up knowing. I will (with great hesitation) not comment on the damages caused by the parents who did not tell her the truth about her true ethnic heritage. But to each their own. So in addition to the social and cultural issues bi-racial Americans face, Lacey invariably has a tough time finding a comfortable spot in the Jewish community as well.

It seems as if this film would be a useful one to see; especially from the viewpoint of seeing different specimens from the American social quilt and hearing the myriad of stories present within. But it is situations like this where you can really see the fallacy apparent in placing an importance on "Jewish" culture, and forgetting about Judaism the religion. If Lacey's family lived a Torah lifestyle, then there were be no ambivalence about Lacey's status; she would be a Jew, no questions asked. Now how she would be treated...that would be a whole different story. But if you come to know Black Orthodox Jews, you will often times see that they do not feel at odds with their Jewish identity; just mainly frustrated at being socially marginalized.

Last week, I attended a meeting of a group here at California University of Pennsylvania for Jewish students, faculty and staff (it's called "Yachad"; so apparently they did not get the memo about the special needs organization of the same name). Despite it's deep Mon-Valley location, there is still apparently a Jewish population here as there were 7 students, 1 faculty, and 3 staff members (including myself) at this meeting. Due to not being able to find the meeting location, I was about 10 minutes late...yet I could see the questioning quiet glances directed my way when I walked in. So I prepared myself for the questions that for sure would follow; the first which was along the lines of "What brings you here?". I then just casually remarked that I was Jewish, and I wanted to meet other Jews on campus. Of course that sort of just ignited the interest more, and more questions ensued. Therefore after our official meeting had long ended; several people were still hanging around to either hear "my story" or just sort of marvel at the fact that there is a Black Jew on campus here; and a religious one at that.

In spite of the questions (and the strange way some of the staff needed to justify to me that while they are not Orthodox, they do "live Jewishly"), I did not for a moment feel as if I did not belong in this group. In fact I feel that Jews of all ethnicities make it a point to be involved with Jewish organizations and groups so that we can be visible and not seem like anomalies. It would have been very easy for me not to go to this meeting. I could see many personality types not be up to the constant questioning about your involvement and interest. The only food I could eat there were the grapes, and the baby carrots (the one staff member told me the ranch dip and hummus were kosher, but I had no way to verify that information). Several of then events they discussed I would not be able to participate in anyway because they are on the weekends. But again, I feel it is still important for me to be involved; and help show many of these Jews that there is more bonding the Jewish people than a collection of last names and an affinity for matzah ball soup.

If we get back to the basics, than so many people would no longer be confused...and many times pained...over their Jewish identities.

Tuesday, August 4

Send My Regards To...

Well a pretty strange, yet humorous thing happened to me this past Shabbos. Rabbi R. (who is originally from Chicago and moved here from Israel; so he has no local ties to this community) comes up to me and says that he has regards for me to give to my Grandfather. I just looked at him blankly. Surely he was not talking to me! You see I only have 1 Grandfather. My "Campbell" Grandfather is not only long deceased...but he never even lived in this country. So my mother's father does not have the same last name as me, and we surely don't look alike.

So I asked Rabbi R. to clarify. He said that Lee M. had regards to send to my Grandfather. Ok. Who is "Lee M." and, again, I highly doubt that either he or Rabbi R. know who my Grandfather is. I went on to tell Rabbi R. that he must be mistaken. Rabbi R. smirked a bit and said, "Look, your Grandfather cooks, right?" Yes, ok. "He takes the food over to auto shops over in Glassport, right?" Well, in all honesty, I don't have any clue about that. "Well Lee M. says there is this older Black man who cooks food for his guys and talks about how his granddaughter is becoming a Jew. Who else could it be?"

Ok, so now I know for sure that's my Grandfather. It already confirms my previous inklings that the both the Mon Valley and the Jewish world are just way too small!