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â€śThe organized Jewish community is nothing more than the mean girls from high school.â€ť
What?! I think I literally stopped breathing for a moment. Could it be true? I knew this lovely person across from me believed what she was saying. So I wondered, â€śCould this community that brings me so much joy and comfort be unknowingly treating some individuals as though they are lesser than?â€ť
Feeling compelled to learn the truth, I started asking around: Does the community ever look at you with eyes of judgment instead of acceptance; act unwelcoming to otherâ€™s differences; create distinctions and groupingsâ€”with some in and some out? Holy sh*t! Organized Jewish community can be just like the mean girls to those who don’t fit its idea of what normative participants should look like. And this realization now drives my work as director of InterfaithFamily/Bay Area.
Yes, it might stem from our own inner fears about our future, but the Jewish community can be the worst kind of mean kids. We can make others feel unaccepted, unimportant and unwelcome; and then we pretend itâ€™s all in their minds.
Every day. Every year. We look at interfaith families and, sometimes purposefully and sometimes accidentally, with both verbal and nonverbal ques, we question their presence, their legitimacy and their worth.
Since beginning my work with IFF a few months ago, I have heard several painstaking revelations from a large variety of individuals, some Jewish, some who love Jews and some who are raising Jews. Each of these souls sat with me and shared deep pain. This pain came from the words and actions of clergy, staff, lay leaders and other participants in the congregations, schools and organizations these families looked to for community. One told me, â€śI had never experienced discrimination until I tried to embed myself in the Jewish community.â€ť And another said, â€śWhatever I do, whatever I sayâ€”itâ€™s never enough. Theyâ€™ll never accept me.â€ť
Obviously, this is hard to hear. Some of you are probably thinking it doesnâ€™t apply to you, or your congregation, your organization. If only that were true.
Even while trying to be welcoming, many Jewish institutions still make interfaith families feel as though theyâ€™re lacking. We embrace them, to a point. Welcome them in, but speak about how their choices are flawed or problematic. As one person told me, â€śConditional welcoming is not welcoming.â€ť Or another who told me that welcoming her, while subtly pushing conversion, made her feel like her congregation was saying she wasnâ€™t welcome as she was. Or as she put it, â€śItâ€™s like they said, go ahead and lose 10 pounds and then weâ€™ll hang out with you.â€ť
Or we institute a donâ€™t-ask-donâ€™t-tell policy inviting everyone in, but offering unwritten rules that things such as Christmas trees should never be spoken about out loud. We say, just come: Everyone is welcome as you are, but then in an effort to not make distinctions between people we fail to provide proper instruction or explanation to the masses. As one mother told me, â€śItâ€™s like I asked how to get to the kiddie pool and I was thrown into the deep end, with no life jacket.â€ť
I have been blown away by the stories Iâ€™ve heard and the judgment some of our families and couples feel. And I am a rabbi who works for a Jewish organization. If people are interacting with me, they are trying. They are choosing to engage with Judaism and Jewish community enough that theyâ€™re at the dinner table with me.
Even a Jewish family, raising Jewish children, embracing Jewish community is accustomed to disrespectful comments and glances if they are intercultural, interracial or if one hasnâ€™t formally converted to Judaism. Even though they are committed to Judaism in their home, they may receive strange looks and questions that imply we believe they are secretly turning their children away from Judaism. Let me clarify â€“ they are not.
There are interfaith families in every congregation who are active Jewish community members and who, whether you know it or not, never converted. They are members of our religious school committee and regular service attendees. They are devoted to their familyâ€™s Jewish identity, even if they themselves are from different faith backgrounds. I fear we hurt these incredible souls the most, for they hear all of the unguarded and offhand comments which denigrate interfaith couples. As one person told me, â€śThe part I donâ€™t normally tell people is that it wasnâ€™t a stranger who said it to me, it was a friend. A friend. I couldnâ€™t respond. I couldnâ€™t speak.â€ť
When will these Jewish families feel like theyâ€™re not second-class citizens? Only when we stop treating them as such.
I get that this feels complicated and painful. I understand loving Judaism so much that you only want whatâ€™s best for her future. Hereâ€™s the thingâ€”nothing excuses causing another pain. We need to love Judaism enough to know she will offer beautiful and wonderful lessons and rituals that will enrich peopleâ€™s lives. Thatâ€™s how Judaism will thrive through generations, not by shutting doors and creating barriers.
If we really want to be good Jews, weâ€™ll remember to welcome our guests (hachnasat orchim), to prioritize love (ahavah) and respect (kavod), to offer respectful communication (shmirat halashon), to support creating peace in the home (shalom bayit) and loving our neighbors as ourselves (vâ€™ahavta lâ€™reacha kamocha).
May we always elevate the values of knowing a whole person (kaf zechut), of offering explanations and choosing our words wisely so as not to embarrass or leave anyone out (lo levayesh) and may we never gossip or insult (lo lashon hara), whether we believe they may hear us or not.
If we embrace who our tradition truly wants us to be, the members of the organized Jewish community will transform from mean girls to ambassadors. We will offer guidance, excitement, connection and true community. When we use our hearts for love, true welcome will flow forth.
My face lit up as we entered the room full of glittery drag queens prancing around the stage, singing cheesy, campy songs. Sally Struthers was relaxing in the audience after her performance at the local theater (donâ€™t worry, we got a photo with her); dozens of queers were laughing and holding hands and flirting and drinking. It was our first time at a gay bar since the shooting in Orlando and we felt at home. My partner and I have been shaken up after recent events and were thrilled to be surrounded by â€śfamily.â€ť My heart was soaring as we arrived on the dance floor full of gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender and gender non-conforming folks. We felt free in our bodies. We felt safe as a queer couple. I looked around the room and saw beautiful loving souls celebrating life, celebrating love.
So, it surprised me when tears suddenly came rolling down my face. In that moment I truly, deeply knew what it meant to say, â€śWe Are Orlando.â€ť This tragedy could have happened anywhere at any time. Anyone could have been the victims. I hugged my partner close and sobbed on her shoulder. â€śThis could have been us,â€ť I thought.
As we left the nightclub that evening, I grabbed my sweetieâ€™s hand tight.
That night I felt heartbreak and pain, but it felt good to be with my community. And while I didnâ€™t feel safe, exactly, I felt at home with my people. Happy.
Like everyone I know, Iâ€™d been shattered by the shootings at Pulse nightclub in Orlando. Like everyone in my community, I voiced my outrage, marched, cried. Being surrounded by my queer community and loving allies filled me with hope and connection. Connection to everyone around me. Connection to the Source of Healing.
Only days later, the world was rocked by violence, once again. Only this time it wasnâ€™t my people. This time, black men were killed in the streets. This time felt different. While I grieved with my Black friends and community, this wasnâ€™t my community. This was not my family. I cried tears for those who suffered from trauma, who were scared, who were victims of individual and institutionalized White Supremacy.
My heart sank when I learned of the retaliation attacks against police officers. My head has been spinning. The world I live in has been feeling shattered, broken and in need of mending.
Itâ€™s been a painful month.
And itâ€™s easy to feel powerless. Scared. Angry. Itâ€™s easy to point fingers and blame and stomp and run away.
Part of me wants to run and hide and ignore the world around me and wrap myself up in the safety of my White Privilege. Wouldnâ€™t that be easy? When I drive down the street, I donâ€™t have to worry about being pulled over. When I peruse through the grocery store, no one assumes that I am shoplifting as I carefully place produce into my canvas shopping bags. I donâ€™t worry for my brotherâ€™s safety when he is out in the world. Iâ€™m not fearful for my nephewâ€™s life. It would be so easy, so simple to just check out and ignore the horrific news stories and be silent.
And part of me wants to hide in my femme, cis-gendered privilege. I can easily pass as a straight woman, avoid gay bars, use the womenâ€™s bathroom without being questioned or harassed and feel â€śsafe.â€ť
But I canâ€™t hide behind my many layers of privilege. I canâ€™t just run away. The tug is too strong. As a Jew, as a queer female identified cis-woman, as a feminist, as a white person and as a rabbi, I know that it is my obligation, my duty and my responsibility to work toward radical inclusion and social justice.Â It is my duty to work toward tikkun olam, healing the world.
Today, I choose to be loud. To be a part of the solution. To take a stand.
And this is complicated. What does it mean to be an advocate for the queer community, a group of people of whom I am a part? My people. My precious loved ones.
And what does it mean to be an advocate for the Black community, a group of people of whom I am not a part? My friends. My allies. My precious loved ones.
How can I use my power and privilege to create change in the world? Not as a savior, not as a hero, but as an ally. As a fellow human being.
Today, I choose to take action. Today, I choose to:
*Â Educate myself and my community about racism, about micro-aggressions, about White Supremacy and about White Privilege. About homophobia, transphobia and the bathroom laws.
*Â Donate to advocacy groups like Black Lives Matter, Atlanta Movement for Black Lives Reparations Fund, Help Queer&Trans Women and Femmes of Color Heal, SOJOURN (Southern Jewish Resource Network for Gender and Sexual Diversity), Georgia Equality and Equality Federation.
*Â Participate in rallies, protests, marches, vigils and spiritual gatherings.
*Â Volunteer to engage local residents in community conversations about why updating our non-discrimination laws to include gay and transgender people is vital.
Today, I will challenge narratives. I will listen actively. I will love deeply. In the words of Abraham Joshua Heshel, today I will â€śpray with my feet.â€ť
Itâ€™s the time of year when the days are short, the nights are dark, and the joyful music and decorations abound.Â Wherever we go we hear celebratory music and greetings of â€śmerryâ€ť and â€śhappy.â€ť I usually love this time of the year with its crisp air, sweet smells, and joyful song. But this year I am having trouble getting into that spirit.
This year Iâ€™m scared.
This year I want to be joyful and I want to spread the cheer and I want to celebrateâ€”but Iâ€™m sad. These few months have been rough for my community, my people, my country and my Israel. Every day for the past few months Iâ€™ve seen stories of terror in Israel. People are walking up to strangers, pulling knives out of pockets and purses and stabbing them. Others are driving cars onto sidewalks into crowds, killing and injuring several people at a time.
In San Bernadino, a town not far from where I live, a town where my grandparents are buried, where my friends live and work, two people entered a regional center and murdered 14 human beings who were gathered to celebrate the winter holidays.
In the Jewish Journal last week a man published an article publicly humiliating a local Rabbi for his transgender identification, calling this rabbi and his congregation an embarrassment to Judaism, desecrating our Torah by bullying someone in its name.
And today, a public figure stated that all Muslims should be banned from entering the United States.
I see all of this in the newspaper, on the news and in my Facebook feed. And then when I recycle the paper, turn off the TV, and put away my phone, I see my two toddlers. They know nothing of these horrific and saddening acts. They see that Iâ€™m upset so they come to sit in my lap.
All my kids know is love.
In their 17 months they have received nothing but love from everyone they meet. They donâ€™t yet know the desperation and hate that drives someone to stab a stranger or murder a group of people. They donâ€™t know the fear that leads someone to bully and humiliate another. And they donâ€™t yet know why a public figure stating that he would disallow an entire religious community from entering a country would be triggering and scary.
All they know is love. And I want to keep it that way for as long as possible. I want this time of year to be magical and special and joyful for my kids, and for myself too. So we spent the afternoon decorating the house for Hanukkah. And we took a walk to see the neighborâ€™s decorations, saying â€śhiâ€ť to everyone on our way. And when we put them to bed we gave them extra kisses and extra cuddles and read one extra story. Because the more love we give them, the more love they will give others, and some days it feels like thatâ€™s all we can do.
So Iâ€™m scared and sad, but Iâ€™m also hopeful. I light the candles of my hanukkiah and sing joyful songs with my family. I wish people a â€śmerryâ€ť and â€śhappyâ€ť holiday on the street and in the store. I sign petitions and write letters to my representatives on issues I think are important. And I give love. Itâ€™s a scary world, but the story of Hanukkah teaches us that hope can win over fear. That light and love can win over darkness.