Saturday, August 28, 2010

Knowledge and the Black American, Jewish and Arab Connection

Many have ask me why I decided to come to Israel and I’ve responded that this is where I need to be as a Jewish American developing my identity. Also, Israel is at the center of some of the world’s largest dilemmas and as a Jewish woman I feel that I am ignorant and unaware of this reality. Living in Israel for a year is not only about connecting and developing my Jewish identity but also about learning about Israel, the Middle East, Israelis, Arabs etc. I am so excited to form my own opinions and to have time to think and reflect about what I think rather than being influenced by everyone else. Of course the people around me and being in Israel will be a strong influence but I also have the privilege of meeting many people, having access to a lot of information and studying on my own. 

With that said, I do fear the knowledge that I will acquire. Who will I become after this year in Israel? What will I think? Will I be racist? Will I leave my more liberal beliefs for more conservative beliefs? I started thinking about this a few days ago when my roommate’s friend came over. She is American born and raised and moved to Israel permanently, serving in the army and now finishing up school. As an American, she was moderate in her beliefs about Israel and open to all people. However, her experiences in Israel have made her very racist against Arabs and very conservative. We spent hours talking and I could tell that she was a very intelligent woman. On some subjects I agreed with her, which was a surprise to me. We had good conversation on issues that I had never considered or taken the time to fully understand. At times I felt confused and shocked by her clear racism towards Arabs and her fixed notions of reality. For the first few days in Israel, her vision of reality was the norm. There is a clear anti-Arab/Muslim sentiment, very conservative views and it is interesting to be experiencing it all. Perhaps these sentiments, expressed by many Israeli’s, are perpetuated by the mandatory army service and the reality of life in a land surrounded by conflict and enemies. This is a reality that I do not know and may never truly know but one which continues to fascinate me and push me towards a deeper understanding of Israel and its neighbors.

A day or two later, I went out to lunch with a good friend (Jewish) of mine from England and the inescapable saga of life in Israel became our dominant conversation. Interestingly, my friend, who has not experienced, first hand, the reality of the army and life in Israel shared many of the same beliefs as the Israeli’s that I’ve met. She believes that all Arabs are bad and bases her conclusion off of the actions of some Arabs and Muslims, specifically those defined by the West as terrorist and the leaders of some countries who discriminate against women and limit rights. Additionally, she claimed that I lack proper knowledge about the conflict and the reality of Arabs and Islam to fully understand the situation. Well, I do lack knowledge in this subject but I also consider these political issues to be moral issues that I am qualified to have an opinion and a good basis to judge. She assured me that in a year’s time I would be in agreement with her beliefs. I assured her that I’ve never had a reason not to like Arabs/Muslims or to discriminate against an entire group of people, and that I was not going to start. I further explained that I do not understand why every Muslim and Arab person must be associated with evil. Is it fair that the actions of a few should reflect the entire community? There is evil all around the world and within the Jewish community itself! What makes us different? If we as a Jewish people are willing to allow the actions of a few represent everyone then what do we have to say about Madoff, the infamous, Jewish thief. Madoff stole millions of dollars and he even stole from his fellow Jews, so using her logic, are all Jews, money-loving, selfish thieves? Of course, when I brought this up to my friend she said it was not comparable…right. In my opinion, she failed to give an adequate explanation for why this was not comparable. What I find most interesting about my interactions and my discussions on these topics are the people with whom I discuss such issues. My friend attends one of the best schools in London, which is one of the most diverse cities and she has friends from all religions, sexual orientations and racial backgrounds. Most of my life it has been the uneducated, ignorant people who have always held ludicrous and unfounded opinions. However, each and every person I’ve met and who has expressed such extreme views have all been educated, and well educated, at the best schools in the world! This to me is scary- because it tells me that I could become them. 

But am I capable of becoming them? Does being African American and knowing the history and plight of blacks in the United States influence the way I look at the situation and if so, to what degree? African Americans are bound, for better or for worse, as a cohesive community- termed “linked fate” Thus, the actions of one black person reflects the black community as a whole. This term is most accurately applied to American voting politics and can be used to explain why black Republicans were willing to vote for Obama even though Obama’s liberal policies provided no benefit to them or their beliefs.  YES, some black people voted for Obama because he is BLACK… but can you blame them? Essentially, having a black man in power liberated (to a degree and  perhaps only conceptually or theoretically) blacks from the stigma, the stereotypes and the ideas formulated by Americans and others around the world. A weight was lifted off of our shoulders, as if we had a chance to live as individuals rather than as a reflection of a group. A privilege afforded mainly to white Americans. It’s important to remember that the linked fate is bilateral and negative images are also reflected on the entire black population. Thus, when there is a significantly horrible crime committed by a black the image of all black people is diminished and replaced with negative images and generalizations that continue to play a large part of American society. Even I, who was born into a privileged black family, can still relate and have experienced the constraints of these images and the fate that I did not choose but that has linked me in an inescapable web. A good example of the pressure created by this linked fate can be understood through the Virginia Tech shooting 4 years ago. I remember watching the tv and waiting to learn the ethnicity of the man who shot and killed all those innocent people. In my mind, I was hoping that he would not be black because that would have made my life that much harder. It was as if I had to fight another battle, as if I personally had to reclaim and repair a positive image of black people because some random black person destroyed it. I’ve spoken to a lot of my black friends and they felt the same way… for they too knew the repercussions of being understood within a single, cohesive culture and group. Personally, I’m tired of always having to carry (or feeling as if I have to carry) the burden of representation. Unfortunately, I believe (at this time) it is harder for black Americans to exist as independent individuals; this freedom remains a privilege (acknowledged or not) afforded mostly to white Americans. Generally speaking, if a white person commits a horrible crime he or she represents him/herself and not the entire community. 

It is with this historical linkage that I come to understand my opinions about Arabs, Muslims and Palestinians. How could I perpetuate the same unfair images and generalizations that I, and others have spent their entire life fighting against, voluntarily or involuntarily? I know all too well what it feels like to be linked to the images and actions of a subset of people who look like me and may have some of the same characteristics as I do. I refuse to buy into the notion that there are strict and linear lines of group cohesion and that we can generalize an entire group of people based off of a small sample. This is not to say that we can never make any generalizations but rather we should not base our truths off of these generalizations. The perception of the Arabs and Muslims may in a sense mirror that of the African Americans in that we are linked by others perception of us, constantly working to escape and redefine ourselves as individuals first, rather then as part of a misconceived, unified whole. (I also think that this case can be applied to Arabs, Muslims and Palestinian perceptions of Jews.)

On a different and more positive note, the other day I encountered my first Israeli who did not have such conservative or racist beliefs. He is not only highly educated but he holds one of the most elite positions in the Israeli Army. It was such a relief to meet someone who seemed so level headed and who believed that we could have peace with Jews, Arabs and Palestinians. He was not racist against Arabs and seemed to understand both sides of the story. I’ve been in Israel for about two weeks and I have meet many more people on all sides of the spectrum and I look forward to more encounters.

I know that this debate will be a huge part of my year. Frankly, I look forward to the development of my opinions and a constructive debate. (Although, I must say that these debates are exhausting and very divisive.) I am excited, nervous and scared of the information, the experiences and the opinions I will acquire and formulate. A small part of me wonders… can I handle what I will learn? Plato's speaks of a similar predicament in his cave allegory. What if I “come out of the cave” only to realize that everything that I once thought true, was indeed not true or a fabrication of the truth? Would I retreat back into the cave and live as if I had not experienced the truth? Or will I have enough courage and the will power to seek higher truths? I’d like to think that I would do the latter but that implies that I could indeed become someone  I do not know, someone I thought I would never become or someone I do not want to become.  Conversely, I could become someone I may not want to become but someone I NEED to become, for better or for worse…

Friday, August 27, 2010

Welcome to Israel- Welcome Home

I arrived at JFK exactly 3 hours before my flight, which is the earliest I’ve ever arrived for a flight. I looked like the ultimate tourist, wearing tan Bermuda shorts, a black t-shirt, a huge hiking backpack and carrying a suitcase. I truly believed that my tourist “innocence” may have played in my favor. I was really nervous and kind of scared, especially since I had spent the last few days at home reading horror stories about Israeli security. I waited in line, trying not to be nervous and draw attention to myself so that the guards would not pull me out of line. I looked around to see the composition of the others who would be on my flight. To no surprise of my own they all fit the American stereotype of Jewish, ranging from what appeared to be the more reform Jews and the very orthodox Jews, all white. I waited for about 20 minutes and finally, a lady who seemed really pleasant called me up. I smiled at her and the questioning began. To my surprise I did not feel as if I was being interrogated. Rather the questions were very frank: What are you doing in Israel? Why did you choose to come to Israel? Where will you be living? Do you speak Hebrew? I explained that I had finished college and I wanted to travel. I also explained that my family is Jewish. She was interested in knowing more about my Jewish family and information about my mother. I explained everything always making eye contact and trying not to be nervous. The process lasted for about 5 mins and then she smiled at me, told me to have a good time in Israel and said that maybe she would see me there! Wow, and to think that I spent HOURS reading about Israeli security. I do not know why I was so nervous. I didn’t really have anything to hide but anything could happen. Anyway, it was such a relief to go through security and wait to get my flight. On the way down to the plane the security guard that interviewed me was waiting in the ramp and she called out to me “Ms Jackson, say hi to Israel for me” I smiled at her and said I would. That comment alone set the tone for Israel, and I will always remember that interaction.

Flying with El Al was nice, of course we left about 1.5 hours behind schedule or rather on Israeli time. The flight was about 9 hours and rather enjoyable. When we arrived in Israel I was a little nervous about the second security check. I walked into Ben Gurion airport amidst hundreds of others trying to enter Israel. There were about 10 lines open and I waited for about 45 mins. I tried to get in a line with a female because I thought that she would be more compassionate. However, I got a male guard. He asked me what I was doing in Israel and I told him I was traveling. He asked me if I intended to go to the West Bank and Gaza and I told him no and then he stamped my passport and I was in! Well that was easy! I was already prepared to be questioned, interrogated, strip searched... everything. Well, I grabbed my luggage and went to find a taxi. Got in the taxi and I was on my way.

In Tel Aviv, I immediately felt at ease, as if I had seen and experienced Israel before. In a way, some parts reminded me of the States and other parts reminded me of Mexico. I found the apartment and Yael was there to greet me! It was so nice to see her again. The apartment is beautiful and even has a balcony looking out onto the sea.  Ahh I made it, everything was going to be okay! We walked around Tel Aviv and it was so nice to see so many Jews. Also it was nice to see other people of color, and black people. I have to admit that I was a little worried that there would not be many black people or people of color. I would be fine if there weren’t others but it is always nice not to have to be the first.  I do not want to have to represent all black people or black Jews and carry the burden of representing an entire group of people. Also, I knew that I would not be questioned, my Judaism would not be questioned, I would not be looked at funny, or feel like the odd one out. These are all experiences that are normal for me and possibly other Jews of color in the United States. Fortunately, Israel is so diverse and I feel that I can be myself and be Jewish and not feel as if people are yearning to question me, or to deny me the possibility that I could be both black and Jewish. For the first time, I do not feel like I have to defend my identity or choose one over the other. This is very comforting and makes me feel at home, not just with Israel but also with myself. This is a rare feeling- to find a sense of equilibrium within my young, adult identity.

So what does it mean to be home? Why is Israel home or am I simply perpetuating an idea exposed by so many others? I’ve been thinking about these questions. I’ve only been here for a week and yet I still feel connected to Israel and connected to the people. Is it because I am with other Jews? What is it about being Jewish that seems to be a bigger part of my identity than being black? I went to Uganda, back to the “motherland” and interestingly I never felt more out of place in my life. However, two years later I am in Israel and I have never felt more at home.  To be honest, I cannot really explain it yet. I’ve been searching for answers. Perhaps it is simply because I am in the holy land. Or perhaps it has something to do with being amongst a group of people, in a language and culture that is not so foreign to me. I do not know. The other day a friend wrote on my facebook and asked me to see my photos of Israel. Well, I haven’t taken any photos yet. I have not even thought about taking a photo. This seemed strange to me too! After much reflection I realized that I have not taken a photo because I really do not feel like a tourist. It’s just like returning home after a break and just being at ease. I guess as the year goes on I will take some photos but at this moment I have no desire to take photos or rather I do not feel like I need to take a photo. 

So how does it feel to be home…? We’ll, I'm really happy and it's a different type of happiness and so it is hard for me to explain it or understand it myself. It's the type of happiness derived from the feeling and belief that I am where I am supposed to be. I have a reason, a purpose and a mission. I do not know what my mission or purpose is yet but I know that G-d sent me here for a reason. Perhaps to reconnect and develop with my Jewish identity which has taken a back seat to other priorities. There is something here that I am supposed to find and I am so excited for the journey. I do not think this journey will be easy but then again life is not easy and it is in this journey that we begin to live and appreciate life for what it is. I haven't felt so sure of myself and my decision to take a year off.   Everything has connected in so many different ways and I cannot understand why but I know that it was meant to be. Everything is Sababa… ANI SABABA.