Monday, June 6, 2011

Holocaust Shaming in the Jewish community

Recently I was talking to someone on the facebook about circumcision and that anti-Semitic comic thing in San Francisco (Go check out failed messiah if you have no idea what I'm talking about). Anyways, this isn't a post about circumcision, so I'm not even going to go into what my actual opinion is since I don't want 10,000 jews jumping down my throat.

But anyways, one of my friends, actually one of my best friends (who is not Jewish but is into Judaism + married to a Jewish guy), in response to something I said, replied "It is beyond sad to me when family of survivors of the holocaust, whether or not they're religious, are quick to side against their people."

I got really really pissed off about this statement. So upset that I think I sent a semi-mean email to my bff that I hope she is not too pissed off about. But in writing this email I think I was able to articulate what it is that pissed me off so much, so I thought I would share some excerpts with you:

Holocaust shaming? Really? It's bad enough I get that crap from my own family. Just because my grandparents lived through the holocaust doesn't mean I can't criticize Jewish practices (any more than it means I have to be religious or marry a jewish person).

That statement about the family of holocaust survivors was really dismissive and really really pissed me off. It makes me feel like you are joining the Jewish conformity factory that always tries to pressure people to support israel/jews/the jewish community no matter what their personal opinion or personal experiences. Which is part of the reason Jewish Orthodox communities are so fucked up IMO- because they squash anyone who doesn't conform to the 'right' opinions (which is why I never fit in) and cover up anything that would make the community look bad (like child molesting). And holocaust shaming is one of the most frequent methods of squashing that they use.

It's probably years of getting shit from my community/parents about how I have to be religious /not marry B/ never buy a Volkswagen or visit Germany/ not trust non-jewish people/ etc. because of the holocaust that is making me overreact to this, and I know this is an overreaction, but please think twice before invoking the holocaust in any kind of argument, at least arguments you are having with me.

Anyways I don't have any hard feelings or anything, and I hope this doesn't upset you either, but I wanted to let you know how I felt about that, cause you bringing up the holocaust as an argument tactic did really upset me, even though I know you didn't mean it that way. In fact any time someone says my opinion or my actions SHOULD be some way because of something out of my control (like something that happened to my grandparents) it really upsets me, because I've spent the first 2/3rds of my life being told I SHOULD be a certain way that I wasn't or think a certain way that I didn't based on things completely out of my control (like gender, and the religion of my ancestors).


What say you readers? What has been your experience with Holocaust shaming? Maybe it's because I am a direct descendant of survivors (both my paternal grandparents were in the camps), but the shame was thick in the house I grew up in, and it was one of the most common reasons used as to why I had to act a certain way that I didn't want to. "Your great grandparents died so we could be jewish" "Why are you finishing what the nazi's began?" "Did your grandparents live through the camps so you can do what the nazi's would want?" Familiar anyone? Come to think about it, I got a WHOLE bunch of shit like that on this very blog, back when I was engaged to B.

Other than disowning people (or threatening to disown them), holocaust shaming seems like one of the main mechanisms of social control used by the Jewish community. But it may just be something from my particular household since we did grow up with the holocaust. Not that we grew up DURING the holocaust, but growing up with two survivor grandparents who love to tell stories about concentration camps means it is always present in your lives. In fact, here's a picture of a huge painting that used to hang in my grandparent's living room, painted by my grandfather:


That's what I grew up with. Literally hanging in my grandfather's living room, watching over us whenever we were there.

Personally my thoughts on this are...my ancestors died for religious freedom. They died for the freedom to practice Judaism. Yes, some would say those in the holocaust died whether or not they themselves were religious- but the reason they died is because THEIR ancestors kept practicing Judaism and didn't convert, even under enormous outside pressure over thousands of years. To me this is not a story about the importance of keeping Judaism per se alive, although it's been interpreted that way by many Jewish people. To me this struggle is about the importance of being able to practice any religion you want, or none at all. And yet now their deaths are used to try to pressure people who don't want to practice their religion, to keep practicing that religion. How messed up is that?

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Progress!

For the first time since I married B my birthday(yesterday) was acknowledged by all members of my immediate family!

Got a text message from my mom, and both my brothers. (After sending my mom a text message for her birthday a few weeks ago). My dad wrote on my facebook wall and left a voicemail singing happy birthday while we were out seeing Bridesmaids.

Last year I got an email 2 days after my birthday from my dad and nothing from my mom or youngest brother, and 2 years ago (right after I got married) I got nothing at all from all 3. (the middle brother-the otd one- always acknowledges my birthday)

So yeah, I guess I count this as progress.

Meanwhile, I'm 29, which is officially my idea of a 'grown up' age. I've graduated, I'm married, I have a job and I own a house. So when am I supposed to start feeling like a grown up?

Sunday, May 29, 2011

Homecoming

As I mentioned in my last post, I went to DC this past week. I took the train there and back- it was supposed to be around 7 hours but ended up being more like 9 hours each way. I got home at 3:45 in the morning on Wednesday morning. It's been a while since I've been awake at that hour. The true witching hour, when all the night's events have ended and the early risers are not yet awake.

Hanging out on the street in the small downtown area of my city at that hour ('downtown' is about 2 blocks wide and 5 blocks long), waiting for B to pick me up, it was warm and breezy and very Southern. There were crape myrtles everywhere by the train station and a sign saying the railroad track had originally been built by the confederate army during the civil war. It even smelled Southern- the smells I associate with visiting Atlanta and Florida in my youth. It smells like wet air and flowers and summer, and none of the horrible big city sewage smells they had in DC. And it felt much much safer than I would feel waiting for B outside the Philly* train station at 3:45 in the morning, even though it was completely deserted other than this southern working class dude talking on a cell phone with his deep accent and a giant palmetto bug the size of my hand walking along the sidewalk.

And it felt like like coming home, and being glad to be there, especially after 9 hours on a 7 hour train. You know that feeling. I associate that feeling with dorming in college. And not the way you think- it wasn't when I got back home to my parent's house. In college my parents would only let me dorm if I would go home every weekend for shabbas (since they knew I wouldn't keep shabbas at the dorms, as they already knew by that point that I wasn't too interested in religion). So every Friday afternoon I took the 2 hour train ride back to NJ and every Saturday night or Sunday morning my dad or my boyfriend at the time would drive me back into the city, where I lived in the Hunter College dorms in Manhattan on 25th street and 1st ave (I had a great view of the east river from my 10th floor tiny dorm room). And after a few months of this I would notice this huge feeling of relief, right when we were crossing the George Washington Bridge and the buildings of NYC were first in full view. That feeling of "I'm home! My own home, where I can do what I want, with no one to tell me what to do, where I don't have to keep up this religious charade." Later I felt that feeling in Philly too, when coming home from visiting my parents, or even when coming home from one of my many academic business trips, where I have to keep up a different type of charade (the "I'm collegial and friendly and totally normal, please network with me" charade).

Even though I've been out of town a few times this past year, it's been to visit friends or to visit my in-laws. This was my first business trip, my first trip out of town without B since moving here, and it was the strongest I have felt that homecoming reliefy feeling since moving down south...I guess after almost a year it is finally starting to feel like home. Even the civil war reminders don't bother me the way they used to. it's just one more weird quirk of being in the south. Of being home.


Welcome to the South ya'll


*now that I've been gone for almost a year I feel safe to say that I lived in Philly for 6 years, while I was going to grad school.

Friday, May 27, 2011

An OTD meetup!


Earlier this week I was in DC for a Census workshop, and had the privilege of meeting Ms. Boxed Whine, another OTD blogger. She told me I was an 'old school' OTD blogger, which is funny, since I think of this as my *new* blog still (I've been blogging here for 4 years and at my 'old blog' for nearly 11 years).

I suppose many OTD blogs have come and go in the last 4 years (and I consider orthoprax bogs to be a subset of the OTD blogosphere), and mine is a lot less active now that my life is a lot less dramatic (in the religious realm) compared to when I first started dating B and when we were engaged. There's been some new blogs lately like Sitting on a fence and I hope other OTD blogs will be created too. Lurkers: come forth and tell your stories! And if you are a new OTD blogger trying to get more readers, let me know and I will spread the word!

Also I was thinking it would be nice to have an OTD/orthoprax blogroll, the way I have an atheist blogroll that is up on my sidebar. But I have no idea how to go about making such a thing. Anyone?

Meanwhile I have plans to visit NYC in August 2013 for the American Sociological Association Conference, and now that I've met one person in real life who came from this blog, I'm thinking it would be awesome to meet with more of you. And I know lots of you live in the NY area. So let's make a date for 2 years from now ya'll! :)

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Happy anniversary to me and b!

Today marks 2 years since B and I got married! Also, one year since I graduated, one year since my parent's met B, and one year since I last saw my parents.

We already celebrated our anniversary by going to see Bill Maher a few weeks ago (which was our gift to each other). But today I'm taking off from work, we're going out to Mellow Mushroom (fancy pizza chain) for lunch, and we have filet minons defrosting in the fridge for dinner. Maybe we will grill it on our new grill. :)

Last week my brother and his girlfriend and then my inlaws came to visit. It was awesome to have visitors cause we did a whole bunch of touristy stuff and tried out a whole bunch of new restaurants- so it was like a week of vacation without leaving home.

In garden news, my peas are flowering and one mini pea is starting to grow! My zucchini plants got pretty wiped out because of hard rains a few days after they got put in the ground, but one plant survived. I planted peppers and basil in the ground and some in pots. One of the pots I used was one that had no plants and was sitting on the side of the house (from the previous owner) but now that I've planted a pepper in it, a few morning glories are starting to grow too (not surprising,since the side of the house it came from has tons of morning glories- they're annuals, but they reseed themselves- and IIRC a bunch of the flowers were right over where this pot was sitting)). So I put that pot next to the deck railing so the morning glories can grow up the railing, and then after this year maybe they will reseed themselves into the ground under the deck, so I can have morning glories on BOTH sides of my house! :)



Back row- flowering peas
middle row- dead zucchini, basil, live zucchini
front row- pepper, cilantro, pepper, dill, pepper
around the edges- red onions