Kosher food vs. Jewish food

B"H, in the past month, my community has added 3 new families (a growth rate of like 50% for us). Each Shabbos, I have been able to meet and get to know each one. One of the new additions to our community is actually returning after a long time; Rabbi L. - who will probably be splitting his time between here and Eretz Yisrael. So a conversation came up on Shabbos about food and kosher eateries. Rabbi L. basically scoffed at the idea of kosher sushi; and mused back to the days where each Jewish community had a kosher deli, not a kosher sushi joint. I smiled at this, because I have heard this a lot since moving back up north. As popular as [kosher] sushi was in Miami, there are many Jews in Pittsburgh who have no interest at all in trying it, or even relating to it. This is a real time clash of the changing climate and culture of American Jewry; even within the frum world.

I grew up in a generation where we got to eat out quite a bit. My mother and father...and certainly not my grandparents, did not grow up in homes where they could afford to eat out. So when I was young, eating out was like a statement that we reached a particular social level (not high...just "stable" I guess). My mother's family was more conservative in eating out (stuck to mainstream places like the Olive Garden or the Red Lobster), but my father was much more adventurous. In addition to our Jamaican food (which they also had at home), we would go for Japanese, Thai, Indian, Ethiopian, Greek, and Middle Eastern food. I still remember going to an Indian restaurant and having my father explain the differences in eating Indian roti and Jamaican roti. The curry too. There was a great Chinese restaurant in Squirrel Hill called the Schezuan House (now closed) where you could upgrade your chopsticks to the plastic ones and I used to keep them as a "souvenir". So yes, I had good memories of "traveling the world" by mouth...and tasting all of these various exotic foods.

Of course with my current sensitivities to kashrus, "traveling the world by mouth" is not nearly as important to me as knowing what I am eating and insuring the food is allowed per halacha. Since I started keeping kosher in a place that had Jews from all over the world, "kosher food" really had no particular brand or type to it. One of my earliest favorite kosher restaurants was a Moroccan place called "Kemia". The menu was in french and I could barely pronounce the food I was eating but it was incredibly delicious. The mixture of spices such as cinnamon, cardamon, mint and ginger was unlike anything you could find in the "kosher" isle of your local grocery store.

In a time where the Orthodox world is opening up to more and more baalei teshuva and gerim who may have spent a lifetime sampling this huge variety of food, the Orthodox world should also prepare for the rug to be yanked out from what we see as "jewish food". I really did not even get a clear concept of what "jewish food" was until I went to New York. There you'll have "Jewish delis" that aren't kosher. At first this really confused me; and I could not wrap my head around what the point was of a "kosher style" restaurant. But then I returned to Florida, and found that outside the frum Jewish neighborhoods, you had similar places (although they are not so bold in FL...rarely is the term "Jewish" or "kosher" in the names of these non-kosher delis and diners).

I also picked up that when you went to particular congregations, such as the Chabad house (not speaking for all of them...just the ones I went to), mesorah is highly prized, and a Shabbos lunch is no way complete without kishke, gefilte fish and cholent. I began to sense the strong affinity the frum world has with tradition. Not just with the services and the davening. But with the food, the clothing, and the zemiros. It is something that I came to hold a great amount of respect for. But it still has not come to me exactly how this can be taken on by baalei teshuva or gerim.

What I was taught from early on is that a ger takes on the minhag of the host community, and a BT can either go with the community or with their own mesorah (obviously, this decision is made through the guidance of a Rav). But once the decision is made, the truly difficult part ensues. Whatever minhag/mesorah you adopt, there is a broken link. For a good part of your life, you had no exposure and no practice doing these things. Focusing back on food, I can tell you that it is not easy to go from eating rich aromatic curries to eating cholent; or to go from eating escovitch fish to gefilte fish. Yet you want to remain respectful to Judaism...or is it "Jewish culture" you wish to remain respectful of? However aside from "being respectful" what about halacha? Isn't the point of a Shabbos meal to be regal, enjoyable, and a delight? How does (or how can) this happen when you are not liking the food you are eating?

Whenever I feel I am being traitorous for feeling this way, I reach for a songbook I have, The World's Most Popular Jewish Songs and take a gander at all of the different styles and languages "Jewish music" comes in. Ladino lullabies sound vary different from Chassidic wedding dances, yet no one would deny the claim this tunes have to Jewish culture. Perhaps we need to stop defining "Jewish culture" as something that came to it's prime 60 years ago, and start defining it as a constantly evolving thing. Our Jewish culture today is not so strongly tied to ethnicity and nations; but more to modes of living and shared peoplehood. Without a doubt, it takes some time for an American Jew of Ashkenazi heritage to walk around in Israel and see all these "brown" people in kippot and see them as members of klal yisrael. I expect it to take just as long (if not longer) for the kosher isle at the grocery store to expand to include more brands than just Manchievitz and Streits.

I do not see our generation as being superior or more cosmopolitan than previous generations of Jews. In fact I actually see it as a loss of a more defined, cohesive, American Jewry. But we had to lose some elements of that generation in order to progress to the future today. Just like I see it as a loss that cars are not longer 18 feet long, 2,800 lbs and laden with chrome and two-tone upholstery; I do not for a second desire that cars be made that way today. This is way I have pushed aside gefilte fish to make room for shashimi on my Shabbos plate.

True Colors

I do not own a TV (not because I feel it is inherently assur; but because it is not a priority in my life and I have much better things to spend a couple hundred dollars on); but one of the shows I do try to watch (at other people's homes obviously) is True Blood. While I feel that much of what goes on in the show is campy (kind of like watching the circus at the Swap Shop), I do like how every episode seems to surprise you. I mean it is still a glorified HBO soap opera...but the twist and turns along the way are great.

I have always had a thing for vampire stories, books and shows. I give even the corny ones a chance (like Eddie Murphy's Vampire in Brooklyn). I was probably the only person that watched Forever Knight back in 2000 (I think). I was in the hospital when Moonlight went off the air, and wasn't too thrilled about that. A few months later I received the Twilight set as a gift and got a bit of my fix again (although Twilight seemed more focused on love, obsession, loyalties, and youthful emotional conflicts more so than vampirism). But then there was a lull. That is until I discovered True Blood.

So what is the draw of the vampire scenario? Why doesn't it get old like zombie stories or those possessed by demons or even the anti-christ (there hasn't been any recent revisitation to The Omen series; I think the latest was when Damian's daughter surfaced in a prime-tme made for TV thriller)? Why are people (including myself) so comfortable with something as perverted and evil as a vampire?

Well I can only speak for myself in regards to the aforementioned musings. I am the type of person that likes when things are presented as what they really are. This is why I have a degree of respect for outspoken racists; because at least they are not closet racists. This is why I left Reform Judaism; because unlike Orthodox Judaism, they are floundering in regards to what Judaism really is. Therefore watching vampires operate in a variety of fantastical scenarios is interesting; because vampires are inherently evil. The interest will always lie in how they choose to deal with their status. However I think that modern writers work too hard to apply the psychological struggles of being a vampire to appease the masses. This is why Eric Northman, and not William Compton is my favorite character to watch on True Blood. Eric is a classic vampire. He is evil, he is selfish and he is alluring. He fits nicely into his pre-determined role and provides good entertainment. Bill on the other hand, you tend to forget he is a vampire. Instead he walks on the fence, being an evil creature doing good things (usually). This appeals to the modern-day tendency to be tolerant of all sorts of personality and life outlooks I suppose. But it pulls you away from the fantasy...and puts forth a more "real life" scenario. And if I wanted "real life" then I wouldn't need to turn on HBO (that is for sure).

I suppose that most "lead vampires" nowadays do a similar thing. I would not aspect huge mass appeal for a classic vampire a-la Gary Oldman in Bram Stoker's Dracula (a role I absolutely loved him in). Not when you have vampires like Edward Cullen who are so blinding with charm, intelligence, beauty, and everything else...you forget that the whole purpose of his existence is to drink your blood and drain you until you die. I guess this tells mountains about human nature and our ability to accept gross preversions of nature and morals. Not that I did not throughly enjoy Twilight or any other similar [modern] vampire tale. But I do admit I probably process these tales differently than most people. I see them not as geniune vampires, but as handicapped, modified humans. What you are presented with is the awesome ability we have to overcome our backgrounds...our "default nature" and do not only the right thing...but wonderful things. On a cynical note, I also feel that these women that test these vampires (Bella, Sookie, Mena, etc.) time after time would not be hurt by some therapy sessions to address their self-esteem issues. (Myself as well...but that's not related to this post).

This is a case where I wish fantasy could mirror real-life more. Here these vampires are tolerated and loved by humans; even when the humans know good and well the incredible harm they have the potential to bring to the relationship. Yet in real life we are much less tolerant of even other human beings and can only be made to love them if we have a very good reason to.

Kennywood Day

Yesterday, I went to Kennywood Park for probably the first time in 8 years or so. It was Jewish Community Day; and the major draw was that they would have kosher "amusement park food' available. Overall though, I was a bit disappointed. True I came late (around 4 pm), but I really expected to see more Jews in the park. It was nothing like Italian-American Day or the now defunct African-American Day. Their was no "ethnic flavor" to the park that day; and we didn't have any shirts to identify us (who knows...maybe there were a lot of non-Orthodox Jews out there and I just could not tell).

While waiting in line for the Exterminator, I caught sight of the folks in the picture. Seriously now? You mean you really have nothing better to do than get a t-shirt made and come to Kennywood to try to make a statement to Jews.? Please. I hope that other people, and not just Jews, saw these folks as being incredibly intolerant. I am sure they managed to convert oh so many Jews that day to believing in J {sarcarsm there}.

I heard talk through the grapevine of various food in Kennywood that was suppossedly kosher. But no one had any definitive answers on this; so I just stuck with the food that was available in the pavilion. It is the first time I went to Kennywood without getting one of those dipped chocolate ice cream cones.

Returning After a Long Absence

Well this past Shabbos was my first one in North Miami Beach since my accident. Although it has been almost two years, I found that there were many people who remembered me. This was a big surprise to me; in that I sort of felt that I did not have so many very close friends when I was there. But without a doubt I did have friends; people who have kept me in mind -- and who have actively thought about my well being.



I stayed with my friend Tzipporah; who has been through about as much as I have in the past two years. She divorced her husband, who was the impetus of them becoming frum. Both of them were also Jews of color. Her two daughters are very young and seemed to really enjoy my being there. Her youngest, a adorable, darker-skinned 3 year old came up to me when I was putting on my stockings. She patted my foot and beamed, "You are brown like me". My guess is that in the social environment she is in (they go to the Lubavitch school), it is not so often she gets close to other brown-skinned people.



In shul there was a Bar Mitzvah. It happened to be the eldest son of a Persian family that I used to live across the street from. They were thrilled to see me. It was great to hear the unique trop of the bar mitzvah bochur during kriah ha'Torah. It was also nice to see a bit of diversity around the shul. I saw (and heard) quite a few Israelis. I was also introduced to another young black woman who was seeking conversion. I could tell she was pretty desperate for some names and key contacts. I felt bad in that all of my information is a bit dated, but I invited her to email me after Shabbos and I would see what I could do. Before Shabbos, I was also suppossed to meet up with another woman who is interested in conversion. Unfortunately, she was sick. So maybe next time, IY"H.



I had lunch with Rabbi R.; who had a full table. He and his wife have always been the type to invite many people for Shabbos. Although I was sort of "lost in the crowd"; it was so nice to see this family in action again. They are so welcoming and great towards their neighbors. I feel so blessed to have gotten to know them.



I spent the rest of Shabbos with the S. family. They geniunely have missed me and it truly felt as if I had never left. Except that there is a new baby. The sisters who are around my age have great relationships with their parents, and it is sweet to see. The 32 year-old had a possible shidduch visiting and we have our fingers crossed.

Overall, I feel as if I sorely miss the community. The sheer number of frum people, the local Jewish amenities, the uniqueness of the community. However right now is not the right time for me to live in North Miami Beach. Maybe somewhere in the near future; maybe somewhere in the far future; or maybe never. However NMB will always be my "home"; the place where I first joined the frum community. The place that helped to mold me into who I am today.

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!

Memories Still Standing

For a few weeks, I have been going around taking pictures of synagogues in the area (the picture above is the inside of my shul, Gemilas Chesed). Some of them are still open and active; some are churches (or other things); some are closed. I am not doing this because I like photography (if fact I don't know the first thing about taking pictures). Instead I am doing it to have some sort of insight, even if it is a souveneir photograph, of the Jewish community that is hosting me. That includes that community's past. When people tell stories of certain things, certain events, I like to have a tangible tie to those stories. Of course there are some synagogues, for which there are no stories for which anyone I know can offer to me. But that is ok, they say a picture can tell a thousand words.

Another reason why I am doing this is because there is very little information about these synagogues online. Even to get the teeniest bit of written information is hard, much less a picture. Some of the synagogues I had to find via word of mouth (they have long been removed from directories). Plus I don't always have free time to just go out driving around (many times I feel like I am on a treasure hunt). But the album will be a work in progress. I am as interested in what turns up as anyone.

ְלֹא אִירָא

Since I am not listening music, to keep myself from climbing the walls, I have been catching up on watching my DVDs. Yesterday evening, I brought Batman Begins; I worked backwards, having seen The Dark Knight two weeks ago. Yes, I realize I am one of the last people (of those who watch movies) to see these films. I found that I thoroughly enjoyed both films; particularly Batman Begins. I enjoy action films, as well as the realization of comic book heros. However I also like a good, meaningful story. Needless to say, you don't really get that too much in superhero movies these days.

Growing up, I was not so much "into" Batman. However, understand that Batman when I was growing up was Adam West being an uber intellectual caped crusader, galavanting around in the wild in crazy world of the 1960s. I remember in 1989 when the first Batman movie was released. It was dark and edgy; but it was also emotionally off-kilter (thank you Tim Burton). Batman Begins presents a better, deeper story of personal conflict and the profound effect of a person's worldviews and philosophies.

Bruce Wayne may be one of those people who should be utterly and completely happy. After all he has money, he's amazingly handsome, and his physicality and intelligence are well above average. Yet he is very far from happy; and makes decisions that boggle the minds of those who are close to him. His life is at times thrown into autopilot, driven by anger and fear especially, taking him to places and pushing him into experiences that he probably would not anticpate...nor wish for.

The power that fear has over people is incredible. Many times, people do not even know what they are afraid of (or they cannot articulate their fears). Fear is what stops people from seeking out their dreams. Fear is what helps make the logical illogical. Fear is something that can limit potential unlike nothing else. Yet who can blame someone for succumbing to their fears?

In Batman Begins, a recurring theme was "Men fear what they can't see"; I would also stretch that to say that people fear what they do not know about. Who wants to be the first to do anything? Only very, very special people. The other day, I heard about Neil Armstrong, Michael Collins, and Buzz Aldrin going to the White House to help promote the U.S. Space program. I am very awed by these men; for no matter how much you study space travel, and the environment, and what the moon is like; you just never know until you get there yourself. And long before then, Christopher Columbus could mainly gather those who had little to lose if they died at sea. However now that we understand the globe, few people think twice of traveling to continents thousands of miles away.

In many ways I feel that those of us who are from non-frum backgrounds have this kind of relationship with the frum world. You have to embrace your fear, and take it with you on the journey to become frum yourself. I almost said to "conquer your fear", but that is much easier said than done. Rather you need to co-exist with it, work with it, until it becomes of no consequence. Bruce Wayne never "conquered" his fear of bats; but rather funneled it into something that created something awesome.

In Hebrew, there is no blanket term such as "fear"; rather you have יראת which means "humility/reverance" sort of fear, and you have אירה which is a which is a "dread" sort of fear. One is positive, and one is negative. Yet the two are interelated; and it is possible to morph one into the other. People who contemplate any kind of major lifestyle change can either dread it to the point to where they just cannot do it; or they can hold a reverance for it, and the seriousness of it all. A key piece of the puzzle is to understand what you fear. Be knowledgable about the situation that you dread so much. You do not have to spend time in a cave with thousands of bats; but you most definitely must be willing to come far away from your comfort zone.

It All In Your Head

Here we go again. I feel that this is the most difficult time of the year for me. As of the present (maybe this will change one day), I do not completely eschew music during the sefirah period (I do not attend live music or dance; but I do still listen to recorded music. See this source). However during the three weeks, I do not listen to any kind of music; and it is very depressing, and difficult for me.

Due to significant life changes, moving around so much, and perhaps a personal streak of strong independence, I do not have many friends; and I certainly do not have a "best" friend. Yes, I have countless people I can call on the phone and chat with and even go out for a coffee with. But very few of them are fully comfortable with the "whole me". Instead they highly enjoy certain aspects of me; but after too long will grow irritated or annoyed with the other facets of my personality. Because of this I have accepted that friends will come and go; and my family can never get so close to me. And that is just the way it is.

However with music...the relationship is much more lasting. For sure, I have some albums (yes, I own quite a few LPs; you know, "vinyl") that I hardly listen to; maybe I am even embarrassed by them (case in point, that Little Rodney Allen Rippy album). But I still hold a sentimental affinity for them. For the most part, I do not look back on my life with regrets. Although I did some crazy, stupid things. I enjoyed myself; I won't be doing it again, but it was enjoyable. Listening to the music from those periods in my life are like audible photographs that are a reminder of me; the whole me.

I realize that many if not most converts see their life in sections; before Judaism and after. I have a tough time with this personally. For one, I "took ownership" of Judaism and the notion of being Jewish when I was just a teenager. In addition, at that time, Judaism was a more lenient lifestyle than what I grew up with. For example, as a young child under the guidance of my Protestant Grandmother, I was not allowed to go shopping on Sundays or wear a skirt above my knees. However as a Reform Jew, I was "released" from such stipulations; and was afforded the opportunity to stretch my horizons, experiences, and influences. B"H, I retracted back; but not before taking in some very important lessons from this time period.

For example, growing up, I was not allowed to listen to rap music. The cursing, the subject matter, etc. - was not something my Grandparents wanted played in their house. My senior year in high school was the year that Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur were killed. Now I've never been such a big fan of Tupac; but I found Notorious B.I.G. pretty mesmerizing. Now to be fair, it wasn't as if I wasn't listening to rap before this. My entire neighborhood (and my mother) were big on Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, L.L. Cool J, Run D.M.C., etc. But when I was in college, Notorious B.I.G., Ma$e, and Puff Daddy (oh and DMX as well) played the soundtrack of those friendships, the learning, of independance. Today I am at the point where I really cannot identify with songs with so much cursing, or talking about designer clothes and sexual escapades. But I do not cringe away or close my ears to it. Sort of like a nebech family member who seemed so different many years ago.

But back to my overall relationship with music, I feel that music in general is the constant in my life. It has always reined me in strongly and can catch my attention like no other. My father used to get the greatest kick out of the fact that when I was between the ages of 1 and 2, I used to try to sing Neil Sadaka's Laughter in The Rain, although I could not really talk yet. I could only say "oooo" "rainy" and "day" all through the course of that song. When I was 3, I got my own record player and all of my mother's old records (since she had since moved out and left them behind). That was a lot of disco/dance, Prince, some Tamla and Motown 45s (the Commodores and Stevie Wonder), and of course I loaded up on my kiddie albums (I had the Pac-Man album, Strawberry Shortcake Flashdance, The Monchichis Album, etc.). Of course "kiddie" albums back then were better than anything Myley Cyrus can put out now. I had a Candyman album that had Sammy Davis, Jr. himself singing the title track and some other trippy (but good) 60s bands. I also had the Batman Album by the Markettes which is also really good musically.

It probably did not help that my father was in a reggae band; so some of my first cassettes were from him going to New York City and getting reggae mixed tapes. These tapes were copied countless times and I served as some sort of 8 year-old ambassador for reggae music in SW Pennsylvania to a lot of people (rather they wanted to hear it or not). Then I moved to Allentown, PA where I started getting really into "White" music (for lack of a better term). Bon Jovi, Samantha Fox, Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam, Expose, New Kids on The Block, Vanilla Ice {sigh}. Ok, so my taste in music sort of backslid then! By the mid-90s I was back in SW PA and back on track. R&B was pretty unstoppable then with Boyz II Men, SWV, Mint Condition, En Vogue, and Brownstone. I was in Clairton Jr./Sr. High School marching band; which was probably one of the coolest bands in the area since our own director wrote our music. We played music by Janet Jackson, Ice Cube, Neil Diamond, the Beverly Hills 90210 theme, the Tootsie Roll (that was corny though), and whatever Disney movie was out that year (Little Mermaid, Beauty & The Beast, etc.).

High school is when I started getting into punk and alternative music; and at the tail end, ska. My unsuspecting friend in band brought a No Doubt Cd for me in 1996 and a trip to Myrtle Beach in 1997 introduced me to Sublime. Then I read a music review in the school paper on 311. From there on out I was hooked. It was reggae, it was rock, and it was trendy at the time.

In the years since college, I would sort of go back and revisit all of these genres; plus new things that would pop up...especially in the indie scene. It is true, that since I have become frum (when I was 25/26), I have become a bit more selective. I remember when I first heard about the White Stripes. I heard how good their music was, but I was dreading that it would be full of gross lyrics. To my [pleasant] surprise, that was not the case. Around the same time, I was also introduced to Metric; whose lyrics are more edgier. But I was pleased to catch them live in Pittsburgh at an all-ages show that was pretty PG-13, atmosphere-wise.

In early 2005, I took a trip to the Lower East Side of NYC. I was going to Aish HaTorah, joining families for Shabbat; but still thinking that I just fell into some sort of alien-lifestyle that I could never acclimate to make my own. Now on just about every trip I've taken to NYC, I would go to Jammyland (which has since closed). Jammyland was the source for good reggae albums in the city; and the staff was out of sight. It was there, where I was probably looking for some Trojan albums, that I saw Matisyahu's CD. Previously I had some horrible luck with "Jewish" reggae CDs and I don't even think I listened to it right away. However, when I got back to Florida, I ordered 3 more of these CDs because he was simply that amazing (for the record, I do not feel that Matisyahu's subsequent CDs are even close to his album Shake of the Dust...ARISE! which he did with JDub). It was also another "synthesis". Just like when I first heard ska, Matisyahu was taking reggae and mating it with a love for Hashem, Torah and Yisrael. It was a small thing, but for me a push to continue on the path towards Yiddishkeit.

In spite of my deep love for music, I have never been the type to lose myself or idolize musicians (although I greatly appreciate them; there was a time where I could only find myself attracted to a man if he played an instrument). No I would rather stand at the edge of the stage (or better yet backstage) and also talk with the band after. Similarly, I do not become swayed by music, but rather it tends to emphasize what is already within me. For example, there is a lot of roots reggae that I enjoy and relate to on a spiritual level. Even though they are not Jewish themes per say, Rastafarians focus more so on the text of the Tanakh (very little, if any NT stuff). They also tend to sing about an interaction between man, G-d, and his creation. In a similar vain, I find that R&B/soul music in general is very pleasant to listen to, and sounds very sincere. Nevermind the fact I cannot immediately relate to being the other women in a married man's life. Many times the focus of the song is on the pain or love that results; not the situation.

Perhaps it is my viewpoint on music that makes me feel as if a friend has died during the Three Weeks. All musicians have a story to tell, and for the time being, they are silenced and they cannot tell that story to me right now. Just like when someone sits and pours their heart out to you and you enjoy the bonding process; for the time being, I have lost my daily chance to bond a little. To empathize with another human being, in my own way, with whatever they care to express. I guess as a woman, that is how I manage to manifest this instinct.

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So *Can* Jews Get This Happy When They Give Their M'aser?

One Bad Apple Doesn't Spoil the Whole Bunch (cue in the Osmonds please)

One thing that Miami is woefully short on is good news stories. It is always nice to see one (when it does pop up) and even nicer when the story is being written about Jews. Meet Leonard Abess, Jr., a Jewish banker who sold his lot at a hefty profit and is sharing it -- with his employees! And this is not the Jewish version of a X-mas bonus either. We are talking about $60 million dollars being split about 471 ways (to account for all current employees and some former employees). I don't believe they received equal shares (the final amount factored in years of service) but if those shares were equal, you would be looking at checks at the tune of $127,388.54 a person. Not too shabby for an "employee appreciation gift". (See the full article here)

Sadly the amount of Mr. Abess's gift is dwarfted by the amount that Bernie Madoff squandered away. But it is a wonderful kiddush Hashem for the Jewish people [to the non-Jewish world around them] to have prominent, successful Jews do things such as this.

People of the Book

Well, it has been a bit longer than a week since I received my Bachelor's degree. To my surprise, the feeling is completely different from when I received my Associate's degree. And even though I held jobs in the past that normally would employ 4-year college graduates, there is a difference between having to convince someone that you are qualified and have some sort of verifiable proof that you are qualified. Maybe it's also a different feeling because I have a job landed (B"H) and I also got accepted into a graduate school program. Now only a handful of people in my family graduated from college and even fewer attempted graduate school. So this is a real milestone for not only me, but my family as well.

I went into this past Shabbos with those warm fuzzy feelings of accomplishment and having good news to share. While it is true that nothing really changed about that, there was a conversation over shalosh suedas about shidduchim. Yes, the topic that when people talk about, they rarely are singing its praises (for better or for worse). The mainstay of the conversation focused around abuse; and how important it is to have the people involved in shidduchim divuldge any information that may highlight issues with anger management, mental instability, and dysfunction in the family. As the conversation went on, I mused about the women who find themselves in abusive marriages. Why do they think so lowly of themselves to put up with it? Is being married more important than the safety of you or your children?

So how does this relate to being a female college graduate? Well, a comment was made to me that intelligent, successful women can be intimidating to a man. This is not just in the frum community; but it is especially a noticeable issue in the frum community. I laughed and said that this is just what I would want to be hearing right before getting ready to enroll in graduate school. However I feel that these people (who are my friends) are looking to give me an accurate portrayal of the frum world; before my entire destiny is intertwined with it. They want to make sure I realize what I am getting into. But what they don't realize is that the seed to pursue education was implanted into me long before the seed that started my growth towards Judaism. It just has not be a very steady, progressive path; unlike my experience with Judaism.

Very early on I learned that the Jews are "The People of the Book". And it is no secret that most American Jewish families are big proponents of higher education. Couple that education with an incredibly entreprenueral spirit and you have quite a few successful Jews who have funded the foundation of our present day Jewish communities. However in the frum community, the rules seem to change a bit for women. Not that frum women are not encouraged to go to college. But they do usually limit their majors and focus on future professions that pay well; but are flexible and can be done part-time if needed. Now from a practicial standpoint, this makes perfect sense. However from a social standpoint, it causes an issue for women who have chosen a different path. I actually asked on a list-serv of frum women if there were any MBAs there (in order to sniff out a mentor). I believe their was only one.

I can only imagine what other single women who desire to convert [to Orthodox Judaism] do in order to reconcile their professional life/career with their newfound lifestyle. In the beginning, I was lucky in that I worked for a frum company; because G-d knows, I was not at a point professionally where I would have been able to negotiate the drastic changes a frum lifestyle demands. B"H, my new job has great hours and is generous with personal time off. But I do need to be "on" and be there through thick and thin. When I am in the office, I do an awesome job because it is all I need to think about, all I need to worry about. How it would work if I had children or anyone else to be concerned about I really do not know. But I took the position based off of how my current life is and what I am -- not the "what-ifs" of the future.

It really makes me ponder how or if things will change once I earn my MBA (bezras Hashem)? I actually like working in higher education; but those jobs are not a dime a dozen and can often times be in locals far away from Jewish communities. Also there is no shame in being a stay at home mother, but when you have an education that cost almost $100K, is that still feasible? Still overall, I feel better today about my ability to support a Torah observant life than I did 5 years ago. If anything, I feel as if I'm in a position to assert myself professionally and say, "Hey, this is how I will work and these are my terms." What I have to offer now is a 'take it or leave it' sort of deal.

fire, fire....

Power By Numbers

I am not the biggest fan of the Jerusalem Post, but Mrs. Hausman pointed out this article as one of interest. I applaud Rabbi Rosenblum for saying this and find that there is too little opposition raised to those who raise these detrimental, anti-Torah "solutions" for Am Yisrael. Of course I am referring to the "power by numbers" game; where the Jewish people start internalizing the feeling that we need to take whatever we/they can get. It is very true that quantity does not yield quality; and it will actually hurt the Jewish people to take on loads of insincere converts and to brand every person with a bit of Jewish ancestry as one of the tribe. Now a halachaic Jew should be lovingly (and carefully) reintroduced into Yiddishkeit; there is the responsibility to bring in lost members of the family. But the responsibility is two-fold, and a certain level of respect for Judaism should be developed to attain the distinction of becoming a baal teshuva.

Many people across all Jewish denominations voice disdain about the difficulty of the process of converting to Judaism. Very rarely though do you hear them give any concrete examples of why they feel they way that they do. Perhaps they have lost sight of the fact that Judaism is not a faith that wants outsiders to come in so that they can "see the light" per se. I may be one of the few Jewishly-inclined Black people who does not feel like we are doing the world any favor by going into Uganda and converting the Abayudaya. This is not because they do not desire to be Jews or that they do not believe in what they are doing. However the very real issue is what the understanding and committment to Judaism is on an individual level. And apparently, this still seems to be a point of contention among the Abayudaya.

On the other hand, it seems that there may be a slight aire of "the Jews would rather not do conversions" to the [original] article. True a lot of this could be directed at the fact that many conversions are substandard. However this has the danger of spilling over onto sincere converts who really do find that Torah observance fits them like a glove, even though they were born to non-Jewish mothers. Unfortunately I recently heard from a very young child that "goyim have no neshamas". I think it's pretty safe to say that the child did not come to this conclusion all alone and evidently there are some pretty strong messages being sent out there to try to strongly designate "them vs. us". And it is true, a core aspect of Judaism (to loosely quote "The Believer") is to separate things. In fact, the very word קודש (holy) means to "be separate". But this separateness does not mean superior or inferior. Shrimp cocktails are not inferior to slices of gefilte fish; they are simply not permitted to Jews. Similary it is not that married gentile women are so immoral for walking around with their hair uncovered. But they are not in tune with the specific holiness allotted to certain states of being; nor are they expected to be. Without the Torah to regulate their lives, how could they be? However, this does not make gentiles inferior.

I liken the Torah to electric current. You can live perfectly fine without direct benefit or belief in utilizing it (like the Amish). You can also be an unsuitable conduit for it, like [unpure] water. However when properly applied and utilized through the correct mediums, it can be a treasure. Now when mankind first started to utilized electric current, we did not use it for all the things we use it for today. Converts to Judaism are like new inventions who make wonderful use of what is already there. Similarly, you have the most pointless, and even destructive, new things that are utilizing electricity nowadays. Just like you have "converts" who are not tapping into the Torah properly and become an overall drain on the Jewish people.

Assimilation is a very real problem, but the solutions are elusive. However so many of the proposals just do not seem "right". Propaganda against non-Jews does not seem right; tasteless pop-culture initiatives like Heeb magazine do not seem right; mass conversions are certainly not right. In fact the back and forth arguments over the standards of coversion seem devoid of one important piece of the puzzle -- which is personal motivation. Is the convert-to-be attracted to the Torah or to the idea of being a Jew? Of course, we must keep in mind that this "idea" varies so much from situation to situation. It seems that if the conduit is good, and if the source is good, you end up with a praiseworthy result. Any weakness on either end is bound to cause problems. I am pretty sure that even the most "evangelical" of Jews out there could agree on that.

A Real Shidduch Crisis

Last week, an article was brought to my attention entitled, "The Marriage Question: Non-White Jews Wonder If They Will Find Spouses". With such a good title, I felt compelled to read the article. I was expecting little, but surprisingly, it was very good. Apparently Shoshana Kordova is accustomed to writing about hairy topic such as this and Jewish single mothers by choice. I could not find anything about her hashkafic background, but she seems pretty knowledgeable and sensitive to Torah observant Jews.

Although the overall tone of the article is not positive, I appreciated the fact that the author did not chalk up the problems that Black Jews face in shidduchim to overly-simplified Jewish racism or hypocrisy. Instead the focus is more so on the specific reasons which underlie the problem; lack of exposure and limited experience. However this "Jews are just racist" theme does come out a bit in the dialogues with the people being interviewed. For example there is an Adam Resnick who states that Black conversion [to Judaism] students have it the hardest. He qualifies this by saying that when people ask if a conversion student is romantically attached, they never inquire about the Black students (and my thoughts on that is if he recognizes this as a problem, why doesn't he suggest them himself then?).

But I find the personal accounts of Tashia Moore and Connie Singman to be invaluable. Here you have sufficient focus on the people who are directly affected by the subject of the article (as oppossed to an outsider assessing the situation). In fact Tashia's background is pretty similar to mine, in that she already starting identifying with Judaism from a young age. Then you go through a sort of "cultural rude awakening" when you step over into Orthodox Judaism and you have to reconcile the fact that you are not Jewish at all. And of course, even after you convert, there are some Jews where you will never be able to truly be a Jew (thankfully, they are declining in number). But the concerns of Tashia and Connie give a much needed voice to the other side of the coin. This is a case where the Orthodox Jewish community does not need a lecture on how racist or hypocritical they are. Instead, they just need to hear the voices of the fellow Jews-of-color. On a level that demonstrates that they are, in fact, part of the same family.

The article is not dated, but judging from the link, I would say it was written in 2001. A Google search for "Tashia Moore" today brought up this Facebook page, where it appears that she did eventually find a shidduch (if that is in fact her).

Can We Be As Passionate About Our Faith As We Are About Politics? Please?

(*Note: I already posted a very similar entry after the election. I came close to deleting this one due to the repetition of the topic. But then decided against it because apparently this issue has reared its ugly head again.)

A few days ago I received an e-mail from a frum friend of mine living in Eretz Yisrael that showed the picture above - distorted a bit, and with a large Afro. Needless to say, I did not really get the humor; nor do I find any point in such things. Later on IM, they posed the question if I thought it was funny or not and I was frank and said "no". That's when a whole deluge of anti-Obama rhetoric came pouring out and when I still failed to agree, it was suggested that I convert to become a Muslim instead of a Jew.

Seriously? Come on now.

I have never been the type of person who gets super emotional over politics; even though when I was in college, I held some pretty novel political beliefs and even became a member of the Democratic Socialists of America. Yes, it sounds scary -- but I simply feel that the richest country on the planet should provide for its citizens accordingly. I remember back in 2006 when I was laid off, I was able to collect unemployment in FL, but the maximum benefit (no matter how much you made on your previous job) was $250/wk before taxes (so I think I ended up with $234 per week...or something like that). My rent alone was $825/mo. So I looked into social service programs that would be able to help me out to keep me in my home and get food. There was basically no programs available for me because I was not on drugs, did not have children, was not in eviction court, or did not live in public housing. It was not as if I was a freeloader either; in the previous year, I paid more than $10K in taxes alone.

Ok, so back to the topic at hand, I realize that my political opinions are the minoritiy opinion in the frum world. I do not have any issue with that, and I do in fact know of other Orthodox Jews who voted for and support President Obama. So my hurt and disappointment is not about the politics -- but about the energy expended on and to such a topic. Of course we all have our passions. But we also must have our priorities. And I think to snub another Jew (although I'm not a Jew...just trying to simply things for writing's sake) because you disagree with their politics is an unfortunate thing to do. Now there is a difference between no liking someone in general and in addition to that you disagree with their political idealogies. But this was not the case in my instance -- we had been friends for a few years.

I can't pretend to know the true thoughts of others (any time I even "went there", I failed miserably), but I think what happened here is that this person felt that being anti-Obama was being pro-Israel and of course a Torah observant Jew must be pro-Israel; so the conclusion is that if you are not anti-Obama you can not be a Torah observant Jew! This Swiss-cheese logic puts up a divide between Jews that does not even need to be there. In my own humble opinion, no American President can or will be a complete friend of Israel because his primary obligation is to look out for the needs and the status of the country he (or she) is the head of. Now if Israel can benefit in some way, this is a blessing. And yes, Israel depends a lot on the United States and Americans for support. But we need to put our hope in Hashem; not any politician.

Of course I know where my loyalties lie as well. I often tell people that even if I were healthy, I would not fight in the US military, but would serve in the IDF. This is because I feel America is just a sojourn; and it will rise (or has risen) and will one day fade away. Israel and the covenant with Hashem is eternal. With that being said I am also a Black American and I grew up with intimate knowledge of the disparities in this country in regards to race. So I am unbelievably proud that this country elected Barack Obama to this country's highest office. Yet if President Obama would ever outright slight the Jews, I would be his first critic. But the political game with talks and negotiations is not any slight against the Jews. If President Obama had it in for Jews, why would he bother hosting a Passover seder at the White House (even though that was strange for my tastes...a non-Jew hosting a seder...uh....)?

Anyway thinking about this whole misshegus just makes my head spin. Political drivel is really beneath Am Yisrael...

Musings Regarding Kol Isha (Post Was Pending for 3+ Weeks...)

Tznius is one of those things I embraced and it felt like a homecoming of sorts. From a personal perspective tznius enabled me to reconcile my uniqueness as a woman and shrug of the modern societal film that coats many of us and pushes us towards being unisex. So when I first heard about kol isha, it was a surprise (since the female singing voice is everywhere it seems) but it did not seem unreasonable. Well, no more "unreasonable" than not opening an umbrella on Shabbos.

Or maybe this is because in my case, it doesn't really apply???

Last night, I had a performance where I played [the saxophone] in a band. While it's true I was playing along with 70+ other people, it was a mixed audience, mixed ensemble -- I feel that if I were a singer, I would be out of luck. In this aspect, I feel that Judaism forces us to accept ourselves for what we are; and also not to sugar coat things for what they are. Any musical instrument can be amazingly expressive in the hands of an expert. But it is not their voice...a part of their essence that you are hearing. The instrument is a machine, a tool. It is very powerful, but still an emulation.

So is it not possible that a woman can hear a man's singing voice, and it lead to the development of inappropriate thoughts?

The truth of the matter is our creator knows us so much better than we know ourselves. The very real issue that men in general have is to focus on tangibles. What do I have? What could be available to me? What can I see? Not that I know the exact answer, but why are man commanded to wear tzit-tzit and wrap tefillin while women are not? Wouldn't women also benefit from this physical reminders of piety?

What happens often times is that our lives are molded by our perceptions. If you perceive the laws of the Torah and the mores of Jewish living to be limiting, that has a tendency to manifest itself. If you see the Torah as giving you the tools to reach your full potential, then that also manifests itself. I will be the first to say that many secular women do not have an easy time taking on the mitzvot of tznius. It is so very, very hard to ignore what the larger society has instilled into women for so long -- that "you are equal to men". Real life is not based on equality and sanitation of what people are. No, the most interesting life is one where everyone plays their part, and they play it well.

Back to Basics

This past Shabbos, I went to Pittsburgh -- for what I think was my first Shabbos there. It was nice...the weather was great. The family I stayed by was Lubavitch, and it was interesting to note the differences in minhagim; small...but interesting. Apparently they have benchers in nusach Ari (I never know that) and hold differently about the obligation in shalosh suedas.

I went to services at Poale Zedeck on my own. The Lubavitch Center would have been too far of a walk; besides, PZ davened in a format I was used to. It was my first time in PZ and it reminded me of how a shul would be in Europe. Not that I've ever been to Europe. Also I don't know exactly what gave it that feel. The ezrat nashim was in a balcony; I had been in plenty of those before. However the main sanctuary itself was also on the second floor, so you had this sensation that you were in a tower. Needless to say, I would not have been able to manage if I still had my cane or walker!

They had a visiting Rabbi who spoke who is a candidate to be the new rabbi of PZ. To my surprise, there were a few people there that I knew, and they told me that this was their third candidate. They also remarked (when I say "they" I mean women...so I do not know if they will be able to vote or not) that they aren't sure who will be selected. Apparently the shul has changed a bit since the last rabbi came through. Although they are still Modern Orthodox there has been a "shift to the right" among the congregation. Now that is something I have not heard to much of since I left FL! I don't even know what "Modern Orthodox" even means any more. Hashkafically I do, but when someone says they are Modern Orthodox, I find that it just leaves the door wide open really.

I am still studying halachos brachos. It's much more intense and involved than I anticipated; like by 250%. I may just print out the entire Aish HaTorah Pathways course on the subject and use that as my "cliff notes".

G-d is not my "friend"

Well I've been sort of drawn into a stalemate in some discussions with some individuals on the OCJ Yahoo group. Ironically, I decided to offer my opinion because of feelings that came about from reading the discussions of my Xtian peers in my religious studies class. Here's how the issue was originally presented (as a question from someone else on the OCJ list):

I was listening to an online class about how Jews view G-d and the Rabbi said that converts come to him all the time saying they feel G-d's presence in their lives and converting to Judaism is what G-d wants them to do. Then he said that that is totally against Judaism's view on G-d. To believe that G-d's presence is in your life is idolatry because G-d is so far above humans that you can't be close to him and no one knows what G-d wants and to believe that is to make G-d in your image.

Now I can totally understand where this Rabbi is coming from (a YU rabbi apparently). But somehow this notion came under fire and interpreted that "Jews do not maintain a close personal relationship with G-d." Several group members commented that they believe in divine intervention in life, that they feel that Hashem cares about them, that they turn to Hashem in their time of need. I do/feel these things as well! I just do not cheapen HaKadosh Baruch Hu to being a simple "friend"; even if it will help me to relate to him.

Maybe this is why chassidim is not the path for me...which I am perfectly fine with. Let me back up for a minute though. A central tenet of Xtianity is that G-d manifested himself (or a version of himself) in a human form. Growing up as a child in a Xtian Sunday school, I remember singing a song where the lyrics included, "...he walks with me, he talks with me..."; now I don't remember if it was J.C. or G-d that was being referred to. However, I am pretty sure that no Jewish children are being taught such a song, and with good reason. The essence of the Creator should not be casually referred to. Jews place themselves into a certain state to approach him. If this is not true, why do we take three steps forward before starting the Shomoneh Esrei? Why do men visit the mikveh before Yom Kippur? Why do we ensure to be fully clothed and presentable before uttering any tefillot with G-d's name? Why not just pray in my undies? Hey, I have no hangups letting my close female friends see me in my undies.

Xtians build awesome churches to help the create the feeling of awe of being in G-d presence. While there are extravagant synagogues as well, churches have these specific purpose. Once outside the church, Xtians are released from "the awesomeness" and G-d becomes a constant companion. Like an imaginary friend, only those who acknowledge him get to reap the benefits. I'm sorry, but I have never heard a Jew say, "I'm so glad that I have G-d in my life." G-d is in everyone's life! The Jew, the gentile, the bears running in the woods, etc.

Before this rabbi even brought it up, it has bothered me in the past whenever I hear a gentile who decides to convert to Judaism say, "this is what G-d wants for me..."; it's like, no, this is what you want. That's the true beauty of this life. Hashem has infused us with free choice, gives us the ability to acquire and process knowledge, and makes opportunities. Maybe I am wrong, but I would rather not believe in the notion that Hashem is a puppetmaster who controls the world absolutely. Hashem is a provider, who has entrusted us with his creation and given us a tool (the Torah) to tap into a higher spiritual plane (if we want to).

Babies, Babies Everywhere

Ok, I am annoyed that the media is totally taking the bait in regares to this "octuplet woman". People are already talking about book deals, and TV appearances. No doubt if she goes on Oprah, she'll be set. I think her story of being a real-life Old Woman In A Shoe (although she's only 33 I believe) is a curiosity...but other than that, I fail to see what the big deal is.

In the frum community, families tend be huge -- on average; especially when you compare it with the American or European standards of "acceptable family size". It seems though, as if this was not always the case. Orthodox Jewish families of generations past seemed to be around half the size ( 4 or 5 children as opposed to the 8 or 10 you see in religious families today). I can't prove that...but it this is what I perceive. I have actually heard some frum people state that they feel a need to boost the Jewish population after the loss of 6 million Jews in the holocaust. Or maybe it's all part of the "shift to the right" where the main expectation of a young frum woman is to be a mother. Jews kvell at the thought of this; is it not permitted for non-religious of non-Jewish people to feel the same?

But I am not singling out the Jewish community; not in the least. This is more about recognizing a severe twist in values in regard to family size among the American citizenry. There is an interesting article on MSN.com, that touches on the stark contrast between the public reation to Nadya Suleman - single mother, low income (?) vs. the Duggar family - White Christians who are financially well-off. Of course having 14 children under the age on 7 is a big difference from having 18 children ranging from ages 20 to a few months. However there are plenty of parents where 1 child (of any age) is too many for them.

It is interesting that all of my grandparents come from large families (11, 8, 9 and 16 children respectively) and they were all quite poor (not "low-income" but poor). Yet no one in my more imediate family has a significant number of children. I have a second cousin who is 7 years older than me who has 5, and some of my family members feel she has lost her mind or something. I imagine that if I myself were to ever get married and start reproducing, my family's pleasure would start to wane at around child #3. I would probably be deemed insane at around child #6. Yet I have never been the type to let the standards of other dictate my choices in life. I also cannot bring myself to make statements such as, "I want a large family"...because if I am a single woman or married to an alcoholic or something (chas v'shalom) I don't want a brood of children running underfoot. However I am not going to stand in the way of my husband's responsibility of pru urvu simply because I don't want to get fat and suffer from backaches. Also people fail to understand just how much Hashem is involved in something as tricky as conception. I certainly feel that it's tricky enough to not want to introduce things like hormonal birth control into the mix.

I say it all the time, but maybe I am in fact "strange" since seeing exceptionally large families brings no feelings of resentment or great happiness for me. It just is what it is. Yes, those parents are sleep deprived, spending 80% of their income on child-related expenses. However they also receive immeasurable joy from seeing their offspring grow and thrive multiple times. Although I do not know from first hand experience, I could imagine that the experience of bringing a new human being into this world can be addicting. So besides the fact that Hashem has commanded men to procreate, it is not one of those commandments that is an unpleasant experience. So who is it that came up with this idea that children are some sort of curse?