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Black Jew Syndrome


Originally published to Alef on 7/9/2010
By Ariel Joseph, Esq.

Being an American of mixed-heritage, I have always found dating Jewish women to be a somewhat…complicated endeavor. Sure, my mother was of Jewish heritage, as was her mother, but neither of them married Jewish men. Consequently, in addition to being Jewish, I am Irish, Czech, German, African, Indian, and Carib. Although most people can tell that I’m multi-racial, I am most often categorized as “Black,” at least until people learn that I am part Jewish, at which point I become a “Black Jew.”

I have learned that I am a culturally confusing package for most women, but for Jewish women in particular I seem to create a disruption in their schemas that make our relationships short lived. After much personal analysis and discussion with friends, family, and mentors, including Jewish community leaders, I have come to the conclusion that this is due to a cultural condition that I call “Black Jew Syndrome” (or BJS).

BJS can be broken down into three distinct stages: (1) The Infatuation, (2) the Internal Conflict, and (3) the Reconciliation. Before I investigate BJS in more detail, it is worth noting that I have always been attracted to members of the tribe; indeed, one out of every three women I have dated has been Jewish, so I have significant experience with this issue.

Stage One: Infatuation:
The Infatuation stage is marked by a strong interest/attraction, not unlike that shared by most new couples. What makes it distinct from other new relationships is the fetishization of the Black Jew for his “otherness.” Whereas in “regular” intra-racial relationships both partners engage in physical intimacy for the purposes of attraction, fun, and potential procreation, if an interracial element is added, sex changes.

I have dated women from many races and cultures, and the majority of time I would categorize sex with them as being “normal.” With Jewish women, however, the tone I hear in the bedroom changes. The fact that I’m Black seems to overwhelm other aspects of who I am and I have often times felt objectified. This isn’t always a bad thing, yet the Infatuation stage, unfortunately, almost always leads to stage two.

Stage Two: Internal Conflict:
After the initial obsession begins to wear off, the reality that she’s dating a “Black guy” begins to affect the average Jewish woman’s perception of the relationship. While she will usually continue to date her darker skinned companion at this stage in the relationship, dates in public begin to dwindle in number and any talk of meeting the family is usually put off.

I have witnessed this occur multiple times in my life. In fact, I once confronted a girlfriend with my concerns about the Internal Conflict when she began showing symptoms of it, and was surprised by the earnestness of her response.

“I can date you,” she said. “I just don’t think I can be in a serious relationship with you.”

“Why not?” I asked. “I mean, don’t you like me? Aren’t you happy being with me?”

“Of course I’m happy with you,” she replied. “I’m thinking about marriage, though, and I know my family wouldn’t be happy if I married a Black guy”.

“But my mom’s Jewish…” I told her. “Doesn’t that count for something?”

“Maybe with my parents, but my grandmother would keel over if she knew we were together. She wants 100% pure-blood Jewish great-grandchildren, and I’m sure my parents want 100% Jewish grandchildren themselves”.

The fact that I was both Jewish and Black created a genuine conflict in her. She enjoyed dating, sex, our conversations, and was happy with me as a person. Yet BJS took over and began causing her inner turmoil. She liked me, yet my race made it difficult for her to truly see me as a long-term prospect. I was fun to be with, but she had problems seeing me as boyfriend material.

Stage Three: Reconciliation:
The final stage of BJS manifests itself through an acknowledgement on the Jewish woman’s part that she needs to move on and find a guy that she can feel comfortable taking home to her parents and grandparents. If you are a Jewish woman or have dated Jewish women, you know exactly how intrusive Jewish parents and grandparents can be about who their descendants are involved with. Admittedly, Jewish people have a (somewhat) legitimate desire to see their offspring continue the Jewish bloodline. However, in my experience, it is their desire for Jewish offspring that is the primary cause of BJS. Jewish women I’ve dated usually arrive at an understanding, or Reconciliation, regarding their feelings toward me as a Black Jew based, in large part, upon what their parents or grandparents desire. Unfortunately, due to fear of disappointing their parents, this Reconciliation almost always ends with our relationship ending.

The Reconciliation stage does not seem to be an easy place to be for the Jewish women I’ve dated, and I don’t hold a grudge against them for choosing their families over a guy they’ve known for two or three months. That said, it is frustrating and demoralizing to be devalued due to the color of your skin. Perhaps when the “Greatest Generation” is gone and the “Boomers” become the oldest people in America, we will begin to see more tolerance from more Jewish matriarchs and patriarchs. For now, I just hope to find a woman who doesn’t give a fuck about the melanin in my skin, even if her family does.

Photo by Charles Williams, licensed under Creative Commons.

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So…I confuse you


By Yael Miriam

So I talk too black with a Jewish inflection
I wear pink Timbs with a Star of David around my neck
I do the hora to Rihanna
and “Hatikva” on my conga
and yes my hair is braided
but it’s covered by my kippah

I tell you my name is Hebrew
but what you hear is exotic
You see my features are Jewish
tanner skin, must be Hispanic
kinda cute
kinda hood
and religious…

I confuse you

See my clique is black chicas
clubbin’ to hip-hop music
bangin’ out step routines
sittin’ on the stoop drinkin’ forties
watchin’ men play dominoes
talkin’ ‘bout someone’s cousin’s cousin’s sister’s friend just had a baby

Mazel Tov!
oh, congratulations….

I’m sorry, I confuse you

I know, I should be in a sorority in the Midwest
pre-law or psychology
going to Bloomie’s
with my sisters, straightened hair,
dressed in Juicy…

Yeah, perhaps this is a stereotype,
and perhaps I still confuse you

See I’m a bitch cuz I’m bold
I’m ghetto cuz I speak my mind
I’m hood cuz I don’t take bullshit
It must be cuz i kick it with black girls, right?
(Does she know she’s Jewish?)

Don’t condescend to me
to minimize your confusion
and disillusionment
with who you think I am
or should be
this Jewish-black “wanna be”

Have you ever met an Israeli?

Baby, don’t let me confuse you
Don’t let me confuse you.

educated
religious women
shooting guns
dodging bullets
chanting Torah
standing strong
club dancing
booty shaking
soul searching
tradition practicing
loud
bold
aggressive
kind
beautiful women that are my people.

Have you met them?
Have you met me?

And again, I confuse you

See, I’m too Jewish for the black girls
and too black for the Jews
So I ride the train
back and forth between 125th and Westchester
Hoping there will be a conductor to tell me where to get off
where I’m supposed to reside

But instead, I decide
to take it all the way to JFK
El Al straight to Israel.

Yael Miriam holds a BFA from NYU’s Tisch School of the Arts. She has performed in such productions as The Libation Bearers, For Colored Girls…, Dreams in Scar Space, Polaroid Stories, Voices of Africa, and Peter. She is currently a member of Hemispheric’s EmergeNYC Program for emerging activist artists and Storahtelling Theater Co. Yael’s poem originated from the national tour of I.D., a stage show of monologues by Birthright alumni exploring Jewish culture and identity. When not performing, she works hard, daydreams, travels, goes to Israel as often as possible, and plays with her friends. She is currently working on an empowerment education program and living in a castle in Brooklyn.

Photo by Rosino, licensed under Creative Commons.

**This poem appears in What We Brought Back: Jewish Life After Birthright, a new anthology written by Birthright alumni, and published by The Toby Press in conjunction with Birthright Israel NEXT and Nextbook Inc.

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