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Let the Synagogue Say Amen

When all of the congregants at a place of worship serve the same God, does their skin color matter?

Not according to Rabbi Capers Funnye. On Friday, Funnye, a prominent African-American rabbi from Chicago who is also the cousin of first lady Michelle Obama, delivered a message to the predominately white congregation at Temple of the Arts Shabbat services in Beverly Hills, California.

“The color of a person’s skin should not matter. It is what is in that person’s heart and in that person’s soul that matters,” Funnye told the congregants. “We are a Jewish people linked to each other not by color or racial background, but because of our belief.”

Funnye heads Beth Shalom B’nai Zaken Ethiopian Hebrew Congregation in the Southwest side of Chicago. His synagogue has more than 200 members and services consist of prayers and biblical passages in Hebrew where sometimes worshipers break into song and sway back and forth like a gospel choir.

Funnye was once asked to address a congregation of Jews in Africa. According to the synagogue’s head rabbi, David Baron, there is a long history of Jewish people on Africa’s continent. He says that Egypt is mentioned in the Bible almost as much as the “Promised Land.”

Funnye was introduced to Judaism from an African perspective and converted to the religion in 1971 at the age of 17, after growing up in the African Methodist Episcopal Church.

Funnye says that Judaism is a global faith made up of people from every part of the world in every color, stripe and ethnicity.

Though Funnye believes in diversity in the religion, not too many Black rabbis exist. America’s first Black female rabbi, Alysa Stanton, was ordained just two years ago and Funnye serves as the first African-American member of the Chicago Board of Rabbis; he is also the first Black rabbi of numerous mainstream Jewish organizations.

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Originally published here.

Chinese Jews Face Existential Question

By BOB DAVIS

Wall Street Journal

KAIFENG, China—Zhang Xinwang, a moon-faced Chinese man with a spiky beard, calls himself “Moishe.”

“So do you think I look Jewish?” he asks.

For much of the past millennium, Jews in Kaifeng— descendants of merchants who arrived here from Persia, probably around the 11th century—have been struggling with an existential question: What does it mean to be Jewish?

Zhang Xinwang calls himself “Moishe.”

The handful of Kaifengers who go to Israel are sometimes floored to discover they need to go through a rabbi-certified conversion to be accepted as Jews, while the ones staying home squabble over which of them are really Jewish.

The question has surprising consequences in this dusty walled city in central China. According to the Chinese government, there are no Kaifeng Jews because there are no Chinese Jews. Judaism isn’t one of China’s five official religions and Jews aren’t designated as one of the country’s 55 official minorities. Orthodox Jews have a similar view, though for different reasons. Kaifeng Jews trace their heritage through their father, as Chinese traditionally do, while orthodox Jews define Judaism as passing through the mother.

“They may stem from Jewish ancestry, but they aren’t Jewish,” says Rabbi Shimon Freundlich, who runs the orthodox Chabad House in Beijing. “There hasn’t been a Jewish community in Kaifeng in 400 years.”

Except there is one, though it’s divided and diminished. Somewhere between 500 and 1,000 people in the city say they are descendants of Kaifeng Jews and cling to at least some Jewish traditions. A canvas poster at No. 21 Teaching the Torah Lane announces the street as the site of a synagogue that was destroyed in an 1860 flood and never rebuilt. Inside a tiny courtyard house, “Esther” Guo Yan works as a tour guide and sells knick-knacks decorated with Jewish stars.

Kaifeng’s last synagogue, destroyed in an 1860 flood, stood at “Teaching the Torah Lane,” now an alley of courtyard houses.

When tourists stop by, she quizzes them on Jewish ceremonies, like what prayers to say when lighting Sabbath candles. She says she hasn’t yet managed to fast a full day on Yom Kippur, though she is trying. As the granddaughter of a Kaifeng Jew, she says the orthodox standard on Judaism is unfair: “We read the Torah with Eastern thoughts; deal with it.”

The first Jewish merchants arrived when Kaifeng was in its heyday as the Song dynasty capital. They married the local women and rose to become mandarins and military officials. Over the centuries they blended in ethnically and were forgotten by the world until 1605, when a Jewish scholar from Kaifeng, Ai Tien, met Jesuit missionary Matteo Ricci in Beijing. The missionary then spread the news that Jews had been living in China for centuries.

The Kaifeng Jewish population is thought to have peaked at around 5,000, but by the early 1900s, none could read Hebrew and the community’s Torah scrolls were sold to collectors. Jews were called “the Muslims with the blue caps,” referring to the color of the yarmulkes some still wore.

“In our family, we didn’t eat pork, that’s for sure,” says Nina Wang, a 24-year-old Kaifeng native who now lives in Israel and underwent orthodox Jewish conversion. The family had menorahs and Sabbath cups, she said, “but we didn’t know what to do with those things.”

When thousands of European Jews settled in Shanghai in the 1930s and 1940s to escape the Holocaust, a few Kaifengers went there to study. But the Shanghai Jews were focused on aiding those persecuted in Europe.

After the Communists took over in 1949, Mao Zedong and Deng Xiaoping fretted that Kaifeng Jews might be subversive. In a 1953 document, they wrote that the “Kaifeng Jewish community is disclosing secrets to the overseas communities and causing trouble.”

Even so, Kaifeng Jews say they weren’t singled out for discrimination. Ms. Guo says that her friends used to tease her, saying she must be smart and good at making money—common Chinese stereotypes of Jews— but she didn’t feel threatened.

As China opened again to foreigners in the 1980s, Jewish tourists, Christian missionaries and foreign academics made their way to Kaifeng, each doling out different advice. Xu Xin, a non-Jewish professor of Jewish studies at Nanjing University, said some Kaifengers turned to him as a kind of rabbi to ask whether or not they were Jewish. He demurred.

These days, many in Kaifeng turn to Timothy Lerner, who calls himself a “messianic Jew”—meaning he was born Jewish but believes in Christ as the Messiah—to learn Hebrew and Jewish customs. Mr. Lerner acknowledges that his visa was revoked by the Chinese government in 2006 for evangelizing, but says he doesn’t try to convince anyone to follow his religious beliefs. He says he set up the “Kaifeng Israel School” to help Kaifeng Jews “learn the Jewish lifestyle” and move to Israel, where about a dozen of them have taken up residence, thanks largely to funds from Shavei Israel, an Israeli group.

Others in the Jewish community are suspicious. Shi Lei, one of the first Kaifeng Jews to study in Israel, blames Mr. Lerner for “creating factions” in the tiny community with his school, though Mr. Lerner says Mr. Shi misunderstands his efforts.

Today, Kaifeng Jews tread with caution given China’s ban on unauthorized religious activity. The Jewish descendants say they rarely meet in groups of 10—the number required by Jewish law for a religious service—for fear the government might consider that a political gathering. They make DVDs of themselves wearing traditional Chinese garb while they light Sabbath candles, to portray the act as a folk custom.

Passover is celebrated as a restaurant meal, not as a religious gathering, though some pass out matzos sent from Hong Kong.

As for Jewish tourist sites, there isn’t much to see. Several stone tablets from different Kaifeng synagogues are stored in an unmarked, padlocked room in the Kaifeng Municipal Museum.

Some of the city’s notables (none of whom are Jewish) are looking to boost tourism by rebuilding the Kaifeng synagogue, but as a museum so as not to inflame the Chinese government. “You could have tourists stay a night with local Jewish descendants to see what their lives are like,” says Su Linzhong, a management professor at Kaifeng University. “They are so emotional about their grandparents.”

—Yang Jie contributed to this article.

Write to Bob Davis at bob.davis@wsj.com

Originally published here.

Prayer, and Bug Juice, at a Summer Camp for Jews of Color

By
Published: August 12, 2011

PETALUMA, Calif. — On Sabbath morning, as fog still hung over the valley, the campers walked past the Torrey pines and blackberry bushes toward the garden. There, several rows of chairs had been arranged in front of an altar fashioned from a folding table covered with Senegalese cloth and a Torah scroll on loan from an Orthodox synagogue.

About 15 minutes into the service, two girls rose to lead the congregation in a series of prayers. “Baruch atah Adonai eloheinu, melech ha-olam, she’asani Yisrael,” they said. Then they switched to the English translation: “Blessed are You, Adonai our God, Sovereign of the Universe, who has made me a Jew.”

In all its ordinariness, as a standard part of liturgy, the assertion could hardly have been bolder, coming as it did from Amalia Cymrot-Wu and her camp buddy Maya Campbell. Maya is the daughter of an interracial black-white marriage, Amalia the product of Brazilian and Chinese bloodlines, and they were matter-of-factly proclaiming their place among the Jewish people.

Such is the mission of Camp Be’chol Lashon (“In Every Tongue”) here in the hills of Marin County about 35 miles north of San Francisco. For the past two years, it has provided the commonplaces of Jewish summer camp, right down to poison oak and bug juice, to an emerging population of Jews of color.

“If there’s Christians of all colors and all kinds, and Muslims of all colors and all kinds,” Amalia, 11, said over Shabbat lunch, “then why would Jewishness be any different?”

One of her fellow campers, Josh Rowen-Keran, 14, who was born to black and Korean parents and then adopted by an interracial couple in the Bay Area, sounded similarly nonchalant. “Being Jewish isn’t looking a certain way,” he said. “I could look at anyone and not know if they are or aren’t Jewish. You can’t know till you know the person.”

Yet what strikes these children as the same old same old, an American-Jewish community of multiple hues and heritages, has arrived as a seismic change. Religiously and historically, Judaism has generally placed little emphasis on evangelism and conversion.

While Israel’s law granting instant citizenship to any Jew has brought it a sizable number of Ethiopians and Indians, the American Jewish picture has looked much whiter. As the largest group of Jewish immigrants to the United States, those from Eastern Europe have set the cultural tone since the early 1900s. Their folkways — bagels, Yiddish, New Deal politics, Borsht Belt jokes — became a virtual religion. Which meant that nobody from outside could ever get completely inside.

Entering the new century, however, the demographers Gary and Diane Tobin conducted a survey that estimated that 10 percent of America’s six million Jews were nonwhite. Their route into the community had been through conversion, adoption and interracial parentage, rather than Ellis Island. (Other scholars place the number slightly lower, at roughly 450,000.)

Living out the phenomenon themselves, the Tobins adopted their African-American son, Jonah, soon after his birth 14 years ago. Between their continuing research and their parental experience, the Tobins began to worry about how much these Jews of color would ever be accepted and included.

“It was a sense of the Other, and we as a community are not great at dealing with the Other,” Ms. Tobin said. “We had centuries of persecution making us wary. We have a tendency to be more suspicious than welcoming.”

For a decade until Gary Tobin’s death in 2009, the couple ran a speakers’ series on Jewish diversity, arranged parties for Hanukkah and Shavuot, then held retreats for multiracial Jewish families at an outdoor education center here. All those efforts led to the opening of Camp Be’chol Lashon last summer with 18 children, ages 8 to 16, from the Bay Area.

This year, the number has grown to 25, and word of mouth has brought campers from as far as Arizona and New Jersey. Some attend Jewish day schools and have had bar or bat mitzvah ceremonies; others have experienced little Jewish observance at home. For $1,800 apiece, they all get two weeks of participating in Jewish camping in both familiar and radically new ways.

They make challah covers, sometimes from Ghanaian kente cloth or Indian fabric. They hold a scavenger hunt called “Where in the world is Eliyahu?” — meaning the prophet Elijah — and earn clues by correctly answering questions about Jews around the world. (Q: A recording of religious music performed by Jews from which country was nominated for a Grammy Award? A: Uganda.)

The head counselor, Kenny Kahn, is a biracial Jew who attended the family retreats as a teenager. When the campers recited the Kaddish prayer for the dead during Sabbath worship, a boy named Adin said he was doing it in memory of his grandfather Oppenheimer and Martin Luther King Jr.

For all that is innovative at Be’chol Lashon, the socializing mission of the camp remains consistent with the goals of Jewish camps that have been operated for decades by the various religious movements, Zionist factions and cultural organizations.

“Camps transmit Jewish life effectively because they create a unified existence of friendship, independence and positive adult relationships in Jewish space, a calendar built on Jewish time such as Shabbat, and Jewish content,” said Riv-Ellen Prell, a professor of American Studies at the University of Minnesota, who has studied Jewish camping. “These camps succeed because they effectively create a sense of the importance of Jewish life and learning through performance, creativity and physical activity.”

So, during the Sabbath service, Rabbi Ruth Abusch-Magder guided the children through the Torah portion. The passage described the Jews near the Promised Land, and the 12 spies Moses sent to report on it, and the way all but two of them, Joshua and Caleb, returned with fearful reports.

“We remember the people who saw the good things,” the rabbi said. “That’s the challenge we have, to see the good things around us.”

As one girl listened, a butterfly landed on her pinkie. It just sat there, occasionally beating its beautiful wings, as other campers watched. One of them named it Eliyahu.

E-mail: sgf1@columbia.edu

Anticon MC Serengeti: The Quirkiest, Deepest Rapper

L.A. Weekly
By Jeff Weiss Thursday, Jul 28 2011

If you meet David Cohn, he won’t tell you he’s a rapper. Should you ask him what he does for a living, he’ll answer that he’s unemployed. He used to drive a Budweiser truck around Chicago, delivering beer to every liquor store south of the Loop. Then he got a job working in a shaman shop owned by a former producer for the Flaming Lips and Mercury Rev. He sold DMT, ayahuasca, salvia and enough esoteric psychedelics to make William Burroughs bug out. But only until 11 a.m. Then he’d go play pingpong.

The downside of working in a hallucinogenic Wonkaland is that there’s always someone with Day-Glo hair and a Kombucha tea addiction willing to work for soy milk and scrip. So two years ago, Cohn was axed and his personal life pinwheeled into tragedy: withering substance-abuse addictions among family members, crippling debt, a severe case of pneumonia that left him temporarily incapacitated and scarred by a pair of minor strokes.

Several months ago, Cohn fled the trauma — and the backbreaking Second City wind — to relocate to L.A., the home of his new label, the appropriately eccentric Anticon. Last week, he released Family & Friends, a bleak, melancholic and wry art-rap record that ranks as the most searing and powerful of his dozen-plus disc catalog. But unless you knew better, you would never know that Cohn was really Serengeti, his primary musical alter ego.

Serengeti emerged more than a dozen years ago, during a year Cohn spent studying abroad in Sweden, watching nature videos and teaching himself how to make music — a predilection that, like depression, runs in his blood. His great-uncle Sonny Cohn was a world-famous trumpeter in Count Basie’s band, but the younger Cohn was raised during the Golden Age and grew transfixed by KMD and MF Doom. So he started rapping, got weirder, turned semipro.

“I’d get offers to headline in Chicago, but as the 10th rapper on a bill of 10. By the time I performed, the only people left were the rappers,” Cohn says, speaking from his small and sparsely furnished apartment in Glassell Park — his furniture having been hocked on Craigslist to help finance the move.

After all, the contemporary indie hip-hop world is a war of attrition, especially for those with obtuse sensibilities. Rap fans prefer their cult artists as cartoons, while Serengeti eschews self-promotion and contrived mythology. The latest trend is to name rap songs after SEO-friendly icons like Donald Trump, Miley Cyrus and Michael Jordan. By contrast, Serengeti’s most popular song is “Dennehy” (from the 2006 album of the same name), a paean to the gruff actor best known to the sub-30 set as Big Tom Callahan in Tommy Boy.

But Serengeti isn’t rapping as himself on “Dennehy.” Instead, the song is performed by one of his alter egos, Kenny Dennis, a 48-year-old white guy besotted with bratwurst, Buicks, onions, softball, Richard Daley, actors Dennehy and Tom Berenger, and his wife, Jueles — not to mention the Bulls, White Sox, Blackhawks and da Bears. Kenny has a mustache the size of Mike Ditka’s forehead and an affinity for O’Doul’s — not because he’s a recovering alcoholic but because he finds it delicious.

Why would a black/Jewish rapper adopt the pug-nosed Polish slang of a Bill Swerski Super Fan? It all started when Cohn was watching the Little League World Series on TV one year, and the announcers were asking the kids about their favorite actors and athletes. “I wondered what it would be like if someone’s favorite actor was Brian Dennehy,” Cohn says, sipping coffee and wearing pajama pants at 5 p.m.

But Kenny Dennis is neither SNL sketch nor satire. Cohn’s genius lies in his three-dimensional commitment to his creations — a worldview bounded by regional chains, Windy City intonation and tribal loyalty. Nagged by the willful suspension of belief required to accept a middle-aged, blue-collar man rapping, Cohn cultivated the elaborate backstory.

“Serengeti explores the medium’s potential as art. Not in the self-indulgent or abstract-for-the-sake-of sense, but in the sense of a real person exploring the range of their experiences, emotional and otherwise,” says Mike Eagle, a friend of Cohn’s since their days at Southern Illinois University at Carbondale, and a gifted art rapper in his own right. “Serengeti is vulnerable, and makes his work valuable in a way that economics or popularity can’t define.”

Serengeti is the rap Sam Beckett, quantum leaping into different spirits, including a different, 1993 iteration of Kenny — who was, in this telling, then known as KD, Tha Killa Deacon.

“It’s fun for me to be Kenny because he’s just a simple guy who’s happy all the time. All he wants is his wife, Jueles, sports, and some brats and chops,” Cohn says. “I’m usually depressed. When I’m not Kenny, everything I write draws back to my real life, which has often been really fucked up.” To wit: His first girlfriend, of a decade, died in a car accident, folks close to him have had drug problems, and he still has to deal with the spatial problems caused by his strokes.

Family & Friends navigates similarly complex terrain: the reinvention of self (“California”), deadbeat dads (“Long Ears”) and the ravages of heroin (“Tracks”).

Its offbeat pop production was handled by Advanced Base (formerly known for the lo-fi electronic project Casiotone for the Painfully Alone) and Yoni Wolf of Why?

“He originally came in with more silly, funny lyrics, but I told him to write something from the heart,” Wolf says, discussing the recording process last summer in Oakland, when he and Cohn cut six tracks in as many days. “On the spot, he wrote lines about sleeping on a pool table with his keys and wallet in his jeans to avoid getting them stolen. He’s raw and honest and has a quirky dark sense of humor.”

Kenny Dennis could never leave the Second City, but Serengeti’s keeping his spot in L.A., at least for the time being. In a simultaneous attempt to shed the burdens of the past and avoid paying airline baggage fees, he dumped eight notebooks full of lyrics prior to boarding his one-way flight to LAX.

“I wish I hadn’t thrown away all those notebooks. I had a lot of songs in there, but they felt like they were weighing me down,” Cohn says. “It seemed like I needed to toss them before coming here.”

Since landing in California, Cohn has cut an EP with ambient-experimentalist beat producer Matthewdavid. There also are upcoming albums from his side project Tha Grimm Teachaz and a full-length collaboration with Advance Base, plus a yet-to-be-announced work coming next year with one of the most famous and acclaimed songwriters in indie rock. (Unfortunately his identity can’t be revealed, due to a press embargo from one of the labels involved.)

Despite his misfortunes, and his habit of being perennially overlooked, Cohn has carved out a modest but fiercely devoted following, made up of those who like their reality rap based on immutable realities: transformations, temptations and all points of psychic unrest. He’s a writer who happens to rap and not the inverse.

“I could never stop. I hear words in my head or overhear something on the street and I have to write it down or else it will be lost forever,” Cohn says. “It’s a curse. Write, write, write, edit, edit, and then go back over it. It’s not about sitting down to write, it’s about being open to the ideas.”

Originally published here.

Alysa Stanton: On Race, Gender In The Role Of Rabbi

Alysa Stanton made headlines by becoming the first African-American woman to be ordained a rabbi.

After completing her studies at Cincinnati’s Hebrew Union College, she took over the Bayt Shalom synagogue in Greenville, N.C. That was in 2009. Her contract expires at the end of this month.

In an interview with NPR’s Michel Martin, Stanton says she began her spiritual search at a young age.

“I had called a priest to find out more about Catholicism and to make an appointment with him at 9 years old,” says Stanton, who was raised Pentecostal. The phone rang one night, she says, and her older sister answered it and handed it to her mother. It was the priest calling back. “A man who calls a 9-year-old girl at night would be a concern for any parent. So that’s when my journey began officially, that I can recall,” she says.

In her early 20s, while living in Denver, she was undergoing “a traditional conversion” to Judaism and learned about the role of a cantor, Stanton says — “leading people to prayer through music.”

“I thought that would be my nirvana: to be able to sing and pray and praise God, and get paid for it. So I said, ‘OK, God, open the door and point the way.’ And I went to my rabbi, got his blessing, and the rest is history, so to speak.”

In her service as a rabbi, her background “provides challenges for some and opportunities of others,” she says.

“I’m a single parent. I’m an African-American rabbi who happens to be female. Each of those in itself presents its own uniqueness and its own challenges. But when you combine them together, it’s a lot for some people,” she says.

And yet, she recalls a moment when one of her congregants told her, “You’re the only rabbi my children know. You’re the only rabbi that my children want.” Stanton says that in their eyes, an African-American woman is what a rabbi is.

“To others who are older, who are used to seeing an Anglo male, that is their concept of what a rabbi is and should be. [Is] either one of them greater than the other? Absolutely not,” she says.

“So, I learned to deal with the issues head-on. Other people have not honed those skills so well. And so we just deal with it to the best of our ability.”

In addition to leading Bayt Shalom, Stanton is writing a book and giving seminars and lectures around the United States.

“I continue to be on my outreach to people of all faiths, and clergy of all faiths, because I believe that together we can invoke change in this world,” she says.

Originally on National Public Radio. Listen to the story here.