Hello and wishing a belated chag ha’atzmaut sameach (happy Israeli independence day) to all those who celebrated it last week!
Recently, I read a fascinating and very thoughtful article in the Jewish Daily Forward newspaper. Journalist Sigal Samuel wrote about her experiences at the ‘Jews of Color National Convening’ in New York City. This gathering provided a space for Jews from a diverse variety of non-Ashkenazi backgrounds, including Middle Eastern and African American, to meet, share their experiences, and discuss social and political issues. As someone who doesn’t identify as a Jew of colour (mainly because I’m, well, white), I don’t think it’s my place to discuss whether or not such spaces are necessary. However, the article did raise some questions, not to mention some uncomfortable emotions, for me with regard to my own Jewish identity.
I am what my mother has long referred to as an ‘Ashkefardi’ Jew. Most of my family is of Ashkenazi descent, with roots in Eastern Europe and the Netherlands, among other places. However, my grandmother is Sefardi and grew up in the Baghdadi Jewish community of Calcutta (Kolkata), India. I’ve always treasured my Iraqi-Indian roots, taking pleasure in our holiday customs and unique foods and using expressions in Judeo-Arabic and Hindi in addition to my grandfather’s Yiddish witticisms. I consider myself equally Ashkenazi and Sefardi, and find it infuriating when people (mostly Ashkenazim) try to tell me that I am Ashkenazi solely because this is my father’s ethnicity. (This is based on an idea that local customs are handed down through the father’s side, but that isn’t necessarily true for my family, and besides, I like to think that I can determine my own ethnic and cultural identity.) As it so happens, Ms. Samuel has written about her own roots in the Baghdadi community, although her family comes from Bombay (Mumbai), not Calcutta. She joyfully writes of how attending the convention gave her the opportunity to meet with her ‘Mizrahi sisters from Bombay and Baghdad’, women who understood references from her Baghdadi culture, the ‘story’ of her family. A story that my family shares, too.
Yet it was precisely Ms. Samuel’s ‘reunion’ with her fellow Baghdadis that brought up conflicted feelings for me. A picture of this encounter shows three smiling, olive-skinned women. All three have dark, curly hair and brown eyes, and the caption underneath shows that they all have surnames which clearly reflect their Middle Eastern heritage. Ms. Samuel recounts that this physical similarity helped her to bond with her newfound ‘sisters’, as they swapped tips on the best products for their curly hair. I read with a smile as Ms. Samuel described her delight at finally finding a group of people who also knew what halek was (date syrup traditionally eaten at Passover, if you were wondering). But I couldn’t help thinking – I am a pale skinned, blue eyed, wavy-haired woman with an anglicised, originally Polish surname. Growing up as a Jew in the UK, I was to a large extent part of the dominant Ashkenazi culture, whose narrative often leaves little room for Jews of other ethnic backgrounds. My lack of outward resemblance to these proud Mizrahi women exacerbated the fact that I don’t fully understand the struggles that come with being a ‘Jew of colour’. At least one part of my culture is widely represented and seen as the norm, and I don’t need to worry about not fitting into ‘white’ spaces, Jewish or otherwise, based solely on my appearance. And I wondered, with a pang, if I could be counted as part of a Sefardi ‘sisterhood’ – whether I was ‘Baghdadi enough’.
However, this disturbing gap in my ability to relate to my Baghdadi brethren also helped me realise that I had difficulty relating to how some participants in the convention defined us – and, by extension, ‘Jews of colour’ – in the first place. The article frequently uses the word ‘Mizrahi’ to describe Jews of Middle-Eastern descent, but it’s not a term I use to describe my own heritage, partly because, rightly or wrongly, I understand the term within a specific Israeli context, and partly because it’s not a term I’ve ever heard my Baghdadi relatives use to define themselves. In fact, my grandmother had never even heard of it when I asked her about it a few years ago, using the broader term, ‘Sefardi’, instead. Further, I was somewhat confused to read of the (Muslim) head of the Arab American Association’s emotional reaching out to her ‘Arab Jewish brothers and sisters’. Whilst this was undoubtedly a moving call for solidarity and unity, as the partial descendent of Jews from Arab countries, I have not heard any of my relatives describe themselves as Arab. Maybe if our family had come to the UK straight from Iraq (where my great-grandfather was born) instead of via India, things would have been different, but my grandmother’s generation was already further removed from Arabic culture than that of her parents. Whereas my great-grandparents spoke Judeo-Arabic and my great-grandfather enjoyed listening to Arabic music, these elements of Iraqi culture were not passed down to their more westernised children. Further, it has always seemed to me that Iraqi Jews were enough of a distinct ethnic group that it would be inappropriate to define them solely as ‘Arab’. All of which is to say that Baghdadi identity may be harder to define, or more flexible, than it initially appears. Indeed, from what my grandmother has told me, the Baghdadi community in British-ruled India occupied a kind of ‘in-between’ position – not quite Indian, but not fully accepted as British either. This suggests that, to some extent, their ethnicity was a matter of perception.
This is not to say that those Middle Eastern Jews who identify as Jews of colour or as Arab Jews should not do so, or that they should not be able to embrace their ethnic and cultural identities. Rather, I want to think about how the diverse ways in which Jews choose to identify themselves ethnically can allow for internal conflict as well as celebration, a conflict Ms. Samuel touches on in her description of Jews of Middle Eastern descent who initially believed they were ‘too white’ or ‘too privileged’ to attend the gathering in New York. I’m not sure how to balance creating a space where Jews of colour can feel safe and included with providing room for everyone who wishes to be part of it, and I’m not sure I’d be able to enter such a space without feeling like an imposter. However, I hope that through being able to articulate our own, fluid identities, our own stories, in an equal and inclusive way, we Jews can create a rich and nuanced view of Jewish culture, one in which everyone feels that they are ‘enough’.